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[jackmarkgaming]

Me wanting to support Sean

Remembering I don't drink coffee

[storm337]

ALSO 35 with myth!anti and Jack :3

“What are you?”

“You really haven’t figured it out already? I’m you.”

“No, you can't- I’m not-”

“But you can be. You will be.”

The creature taking over his reflection giggled, a high pitched sound that reminded Jack of long nails on scratching down the delicate glass. It sent shivers up his spine, and a cold weight dropped in his gut as he watched the creature move. Its form broke and glitched, flashing different timelines at Jack- he saw broken arms, broken legs, stabs, gunshot wounds, slit wrists, an open chest cavity, missing limbs, poison blue lips, blank eyes, and any combination of other ends. His heart beat fast as the creature pressed its palms against the glass, twitching its head side to side. The only constant was the ever bleeding gash in the creature’s neck, bubbling and sputtering as it laughed and laughed and laughed.

“Stop,” Jack begged, barely a whisper as the laughter began to echo through the room, drilling into his ears, vibrating in his head, pressing itself into his mind until he couldn’t forget it. “Please, please stop. What do you want? What do you want from me?”

His question seemed to only spur the creature on further. Its puffy green septic eyes sparked with malicious glee, lips stretching into a grin so wide it began to tear through the flesh. Its teeth were rows of uneven and discolored needles, thin and sharpened to such a point that its gums and the inside of its lips bled continuously. Jack gagged and turned away, repulsed by the sight of himself so distorted, so decayed, so wrong.

“Look at me!” the fetch bellowed, bangings its fists against the mirror repeatedly, each crack getting more and more aggressive as Jack refused. “Don’t you dare ignore me! I am your future! You can’t turn your back on the future, Jack! Look at me!”

With a shuddering sob, Jack turned to look back at the mirror, at the raging creature that had replaced his reflection. It was sickly and pale with death, despite the still bleeding wound in its neck. Its septic eyes had gone wide with rage, needle teeth bared in a snarl that made Jack want to hurl. It had his face, his hair, his plugs, his clothes, his body, his everything- it was him, it was him, it was what he was going to be, what he could be -

“Look me in the eyes, Jack. I’m you. I’m what you will be. This is what you’re going to do to yourself, Jack.”

“N-no, no I’m- I’d never-”

It threw itself at the mirror, smearing blood on the other side, exposing the long slit in its neck. Jack screamed and jumped back, plastering himself to the opposite wall, but he felt like he hadn’t put any distance between them at all. It felt like the creature was looking down on him, a predator assessing its wounded and weak prey, looking for the best place to go in for the kill.

“I’ll make you,” it promised, a long snake-like tongue slithering from between its teeth and licking the blood off of its own neck. “I’ll make you me.”

[storm337]

AND 15 ANTI BC I LOVE TO CRY

They were laughing at him. They were mocking him. They took pride in his final agonizing moments, looming over him in sick fascination to watch him stare at his trembling hands. Hands that were turning to spasming code and sharp green light. Fading. He was fading away, inch by inch, line by line. They reveled in his end, celebrated it, and he could do nothing but writhe and scream in rage. Their last image of him would be of a weak, crying, wailing sorry excuse for a monster, a demon, a dark. And his last sight, the thing he would carry with him into the void with all of his anger, would be that smile. A grin that stretched ear to ear, his grin, pearly white and oozing satisfaction. Sean’s smile, his triumph, as he watched Anti break apart, piece by glitching piece.

[storm337]

15, Chase? :3c

Sean reached slowly for Chase’s trembling hands, cupping the fading limbs gently within his own. He held them close, protective, clenching his jaw against the tears that were springing to his eyes. Chase, face have transparent and left ear missing entirely, tried to give him a shaky smile, but it morphed in a pained shudder. Sean watched in horror as the ego’s hands vanished completely, his arms falling from Sean’s grip to lay on his lap limply. The tears finally did fall now, choked sobs that rattled Sean’s chest.

“No more trick shots now, huh?” Chase said, and Sean only cried harder into his own shaking palms.

[storm337]

36 Anti :3c

So, this was it. This was total control. Anti was...disappointed. He had expected more resistance, more fight, more...vigor. His victory felt tainted, hardly won and hardly worth celebrating. It was pitiful- he was pitiful. All of that jabber about his fans, about love and PMA, only to end up like this? A shell of who he once was? And all it had taken were the others. Cutting them down to size had been fun, had been exciting, unlike this. It was a challenge, a true battle. This, the final goal, the ultimate achievement, was too easy. Too simple, too quick. He’d broken him, his creator, beyond repair. This was not what Anti had wanted. This was not how it was supposed to go. But he’d dug this grave, hadn’t he? And now he had to lie in it.

[storm337]

Empty with Jj, perhaps?

There was nothing. No sign of consciousness, as still and cold as a corpse. The good doctor had warned him, but Jameson did not expect how….dead Sean looked. Only the beeping of the machines nearby indicated any sign of life. This was his creator? This was the famous Jack Septiceye, who had made him and his brothers, who had fought the glitch time and time again, who had amassed an army of fans with nothing but a loud voice and a high laugh? He was so….empty here, devoid of all that made him him. He was....pitiful. 

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