#yourimaginaryfriendjamie

[wxngsandfxathers]

Closed Rp with yourimaginaryfriendjamie

Rawr:"Hi there!" The angel said greeting the other with excitment.

yourimaginaryfriendjamie

[grill2grill]

Kara jumped a little, surprised by the sudden appearance of this new stranger. After taking a breath she cocked her head curiously to the side, "Hi... Who are you?"

[lonelinessandwarmth-blog]

Unknown || Jamie, James and Nathaniel

It was days ago that Pitch Black had taken his human form and with that had reduced James to a shadow-like figure. Nathaniel refused to let him go though, keeping the small container as fast as possible. Something between Jamie and him had changed because of everything that happened too and the lanky teen wasn't sure how to handle it all anymore.

"What do you think I should do, James?"

[forgotten-fr0st]

((Dammit Jamie mun now I really wanna watch that movie... Even though it's supposed to be triggering...))

[lonelinessandwarmth-blog]

"Merry Christmas, Nate," Jamie greeted, approaching with a sheepish grin and presenting him with a small container, "I found your fearling."

"Merry Christmas to you too!" Nathaniel was about to hug him, but his smile faltered and he stepped back lightly when the container was shown. “James?” he looked at Jamie for a moment “What happened?”

[truffulaforest]

Kid! Once's playtime | closed RP with yourimaginaryfriendjamie |

Once age nine peered around the corner of the hall trying not to laugh. He started to rush down the Truffula wood floors on socked covered feet. He grinned as he slide across the floor. He came to slow halt in front of one of the few people he ever saw in the factory. He bounced a bit looking up at the taller boy. He grinned pointing at the other  "Found you!" He shouted at his friend. "I told you I would find you!" Once bounced sliding a little. He threw his arms out looking nervous before grinning up at him. "See I told you so. What do you wanna play now? Can it something really fun?" 

[thenamesjackfrost-blog]

+ Yourimaginaryfriendjamie

[❅] - "Hey there Jamie!" The winter spirit exclaimed happily as he floated over towards the brunette, his usual smirk on his ice cold lips. "Woah, your getting tall, you better not get taller than me any time soon," Jack said with a childish frown.

[forgotten-fr0st]

(tw self harm)

Oh no. This can't be happening.

Jack was turning against her? Chelsea gulped. Last time Jack went dark, he did a number of terrifying things. Chelsea knew he was capable of so much more. He could be perfectly psychotic if he wanted to be.

She knew he wanted to be.

"Fuck, what do I do?"

You sit quietly and wait for what's coming.

"Jack?!"

Of course, you idiot.

Chelsea whipped her head around, looking for the spirit. She found nothing. "Wh-where are you?" 

The same place I've always been, Chels. I'm in your head. And I'm breaking out.

"NO!" Chelsea jumped away from her computer, clutching her head. This had to be a joke, right? He wouldn't actually hurt her, right? ...No, of course he would. 

At least you aren't trying to deny it.

You can hear..you can hear my thoughts?

What part of 'in your head' don't you understand, you stupid fuck?

...Oh... Chelsea didn't like that tone. Nevermind. I'm not in your head...

Chelsea screamed in pain as Jack, now perfectly tangible in her room, grabbed the back of her neck with an icy cold hand and held it tight, letting the temperature drop at a steady rate.

Wait, I can fix this, can't I? Desperately, she reached for her keyboard. She was still the mun, and Jack was still her muse. Surely she could regain some control, right?

The icy hand was removed much to Chelsea's relief, but only because Jack grabbed her wrists with warmer hands this time and flung her away from the keyboard. 

You're not in control of me anymore, darling. He ripped up his sleeves to show her the grotesque state his skin was in. Look what you did to me. You did this to me so yours could heal? You only think about yourself. You're a selfish cunt!

Chelsea was stuck. Without her keyboard, or anything really to write with, she had no weapons against Jack. Not to break any bond, not to get him back under her control. She could only whimper as Jack picked up one of the little razors from her hiding spot. "Wh-what are you going to do with that?"

You don't clean these properly...no wonder yours always get infected. Jack continued to inspect the little piece of metal before dropping to his knees right next to Chelsea. A sinister grin split his face.

"I'm sorry for doing this to you! Please, please don't hurt me! You're free now, aren't you?!" Chelsea cried, terrified. 

No, you're not! It's Hell being stuck in your head, you know that? Everything is always about you! You're selfish and hurtful and pretty damn useless with everything else. I'm not free until I break this connection with you...I can't wait to tear you to shreds.

Chelsea screamed, and Jack attacked.