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mysterytickingegos · 3 years

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Ouija Board

Pairing: Ghost!Blank x Reader (Ambiguous)

Genre: Paranormal

Word Count: 1,512

Summary: Sequel to Blank’s Winter Ficlet. After months of Blank poking at your sanity out of boredom, you bring your friends home to get their help, and someone brings a Ouija board into the mix. The day ends with you being left with more questions than answers. (There will probably be another part to this later.)

Anonymous Request: 1. Blankgameplays 2. she/her 3. Platonic/ambiguous 4. Fluff (meet cute, like Blanky Boi is 'haunting' {would you call it haunting? is he even a ghost?} reader's house) Prompt: 63 - Reader: “I don’t believe in ghosts.” Blank: *about to ruin this mans whole career* Please and thank you with extra sprinkles on top ♥ ☆ﾟ.*♥･｡ﾟ♥

Authors Note: First off, to get it out of the way, I was originally using a gif from the tumblr search option, and I removed it when asked. Even though I’ve done so, I can’t remove the reply because they blocked me before I even saw the notification. The gif you should be seeing (if it matches the image description) is one I made myself. Now, onto the important stuff- Oh my god, it is about time I got this done! I’m so sorry it took this long for me to get to it! If it helps in any way I finished this fic with idea’s on continuing it later so...you’ll probably be getting more out of your request than most!

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[Image Description: A gif of Ethan (Crankgameplays) edited to be spooky with multicolored layers. He leans towards the camera and speaks ominously.]

You’d started out with nerves of steel.

Ghosts weren’t real. You knew that.

It’s an old house, and you have an overactive imagination. That’s what you told yourself, over and over again, even once it stopped making sense. But there’s only so many times you can catch things moving on their own, or you could hear that distant voice, before you started to get a little tense. So when you finally hit your limit, you turned to your friends, bringing them to the house in the hopes that they could confirm what you’d been seeing. Or not.

“Okay, before we go in, here’s the plan. We don’t talk about it.” You started, keeping Vi and Eric on the stairs. “Because I think if it knows that I told you about it, it won’t do anything. Like, try to make me look crazy.”

“You do look a little crazy right now.” Violet quipped, nudging you further up the stairs. “Come on, we get it. Act normal, pay attention, let’s get ghost hunting.”

“Ugh, please don’t call it that.” You unlocked the front door, stepping in with your friends following right behind you.

You tossed your keys onto the counter, and the sudden noise was all it took to make Eric yelp. You and Violet both turned to look at him, seeing him cover his face with his hand. “Sorry...”

You sighed, already close to giving up on this plan. You were pretty sure the so-called ghost didn’t even have to do anything. Eric was so nervous and Violet was so excited about this whole thing that they’d probably make up their own ghost story by the time you finished painting the office.

But you trudged forward, bringing them upstairs and getting to work.

You dug your speaker out of the closet, putting some decent music on and leaving it in the corner of the room. Eric pried the paint can open and Violet started lining the room with painting tape. For the first time in a long time, you were all stuck in an uncomfortable silence. waiting for something to happen.

But the day went off without a hitch. It was late in the evening when you finished painting the walls and your friends got ready to leave. “You know, if this was your way of trying to get free labor out of us, fair play to you.” Vi joked, slinging her bag over her shoulders at the door. “But honestly, I’m kind of bummed.”

You shook your head. “I swear I wasn’t, guys. I’m sorry. God, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Eric came up behind you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey it’s alright, you can- well I mean if you want you can stay with us for-”

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by a small thud and a clattering sound coming from the room right above you, the office. All three of you looked up at the ceiling, then at each other, before making a quick pace back upstairs. You flicked the light back on to see that the half-empty bucket of paint you’d left was now on it’s side, and the color of the floor now matched the walls.

“...Dude, this thing is an asshole.” Vi said bluntly, earning a quiet plea from Eric not to make it mad.

“I knew it! I told you! There’s no way this shit just happens, right?” Despite the fact your floor was ruined, you couldn’t help but get excited. “I mean it’s ridiculous but this happens all the time.”

“Okay, this is going to get even cooler, beeecause...” Vi grinned, pulling her bag back around and digging through it until she found what she was looking for, something wrapped in a beige cloth. “Guess what I brought.”

You watched her unwrap what turned out to be a planchette, which had been wrapped in what turned out to be a cloth Ouija board. Eric coughed nervously, taking a small step back towards the stairs, “I actually uh..I can’t stay, I sort of have a-a doctors appointment! Yeah, that. That’s what I have to get to.”

“It’s seven at night.”

“Yeah, um...it’s therapy. You know, they stay open late and...yeah.” And with that Eric excused himself from any further ‘ghost hunting,’ fleeing out the front door. Before you could also object to the idea of talking to the ghost, Vi grabbed your hand and pulled you along to the living room.

“Do you have any candles?” She asked, kneeling down on the floor and spreading out the Ouija board.

“I have a couple scented candles we could light, I guess...” You shrugged and went around collecting them. You started to say something more but stopped to rethink it. This was ridiculous. Lighting candles for a ouijia board? Acknowledging any of this ghost nonsense felt silly enough to you, just a couple months ago stuff like this was all a big joke to you. But what other explanation could there be for everything you had experienced? Maybe you should have done a bit more research, set up a camera or-

“Y/n?” Vi called out from the floor, pulling you out of your thoughts.

Swallowing your pride, you brought the candles and a matchbox over and kneeled across from her. “So since when are you interested in all this, anyway?”

“What, ghosts and stuff?” She stayed quiet for a moment as she helped you set the candles up on either side of the two of you. “I dunno, I guess I’m just starting to notice that maybe...things aren’t as they seem. Kind of like you. But I actually find it fun. So, are you ready to do this?”

You nodded. “I guess so...” Placing your fingers on the planchette, you took a deep breathe before you started. “Hello?”

“Hello? That’s all you’ve got?”

“Shush.”

“I’m just saying, maybe-” “It’s my house that’s haunted so-”

HELLO

You both fell silent again, glancing up at each other. She looked like she might explode from excitement and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes. Then, you kept going. “My name is Y/n, this is my friend Violet.”

I K N O W

“What’s your name?”

The planchette began to move again, but this time rather than settle on any letters or even move towards ‘No,’ it moved to a blank patch of the cloth.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you waited for any movement, but it didn’t come. “Do you have a name?”

D O N O T R E M E M B E R

‘Oh.’ You felt a pang in your heart at that.

Vi pouted a little, her head tilting to the side. She was the next to ask something. “What are you?”

G H O S T

“Alright-”

M A Y B E

“...Maybe?”

D O N O T R E M E M B E R

Chills ran down your spine. That was not a comforting thought. “Is there anything else in the house with us?”

“You’ve really been scaring my friend, you know.” Vi said, looking cautiously around the room as she spoke.

I K N O W

It took everything you had to keep your shaking hands on the planchette. “Do you want me to leave?”

Nothing happened. You waited, your heart pounding out of your chest. The sun had officially set, making the house pitch black aside from your little pocket of candlelight. You could almost make out a shadow over the board, it’s source seemingly coming from behind you. You didn’t dare mention it. “Do you want to be alone here again? Because I’d understand that.”

Even more dead silence.

Violet let out a sharp sigh, taking one hand off the planchette, despite your objection, to rub her temple. “Are you still there?”

YES

“I just want to understand why you’re doing this.” You said, much quieter than you meant.

S O R R Y

“You’re sorry?”

S T A Y

“But...what?”

You and Violet sat there for another thirty minutes, asking questions and waiting for answers that never came. The spirit was apparently done talking. “Alright, well...” Violet stood up, putting her bag back on.

“What? Wait, I don’t get any of this. What do I do?” You began to panic, not entirely sure if you should be leaving the board yet.

“You can have the board, keep trying tomorrow, I don’t know. Look-” Her tone was coming off uncharacteristically harsh now, as she avoided your eyes. “My head is splitting, think it’s all the candle fumes. I’m gonna breeze off, good luck though.”

You squinted at the door when it hit you what she said. "Breeze off?” Shaking it off, you turned your attention back to your unusual roommate. “Okay, I’m going to call it a night I guess. I have paint to clean up so,” You moved the planchette to ‘Goodbye,’ taking your hands off and being seconds away from blowing out the candles when it moved all on it’s own.

G O O D N I G H T

#blankgameplays x reader #blankgameplays fanfiction #blankgameplays x you #I wrote this in a burst in one day and if there are typos they are hiding from me

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fernisworm · 3 years

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Maybe a fluffy Blankgameplays x reader writing please? And thank you if you do write it 💕

[an;

Aaaah tysm for requesting!! I’ve never personally written for Blank before but I love him as a character and introduced him as a main villain in my “Shadows Lurk” story!

I loved writing this for you, and although it’s a tad angsty I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :D ♡♡

❀ Oneshot name: “Haunted”

❀ Characters: BlankGamePlays x Reader

❀ Warnings: a grain of angst from our ball of anxiety ✨Blank✨

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“Blank, you can come out now,” (Y/n) sang quietly, closing the door before moving to sit on her bed. After a moment a figure began to materialise from the shadows, and soon a man stood before her.

“Are you sure they’re all asleep?” he asked anxiously, inching out of the darkness and into the dim light of the room.

“Yes, I’m sure. My roommates are heavy sleepers, I’ve told you this before.” She tried not to laugh at Blank’s cautiousness, worried she might upset him.

Blank sighed, sitting down at the other edge of (Y/n)’s bed. “If you say so.”

(Y/n) had been meeting with Blank in the dead of night for a while now; it turned out he was some kind of demon haunting the house. Surely she’d be freaked out that he was a demon, right? At first, she was. But it didn’t take (Y/n) long to realise that Blank was just lonely.

“What did you get up to today?” (Y/n) asked him, moving and positioning pillows around herself. Blank tried not to laugh at her question.

“Nothing, as per usual. I don’t get up to much when you aren’t around,” He explained.

“Do you ever do anything when I’m gone?” she asked.

“I wait for you to come back,” Blank said, and (Y/n) snickered at his response.

“Okay then, Miss Judgey-Pants, what did you get up to today?” Blank challenged her.

“Well, I went to work, as usual, and Kasey was being a bitch again… god, I don’t know why they don’t just fire her, she’s so useless!” (Y/n) began to ramble.

In all honesty, it was one of the things Blank loved about her. The way she could so seamlessly ramble for hours on end. Blank rested his head on his palm, watching as (Y/n) illustrated her point with various hand-motions.

“…but it’s not any different to what I usually tell you, anyway.” (Y/n) finished, noticing Blank’s dreamy expression despite his colourless eyes. “What is it?” she asked him.

“Nothing,” he sat up suddenly, seemingly snapped from his daze.

“Sorry, I was rambling again…” (Y/n) apologised, laughing nervously.

“It’s alright,” Blank comforted her. “I don’t mind at all. I love hearing about your day.” He offered her a warm smile.

“Well, I’m glad someone does.” She smiled back.

“Are you tired yet?” Blank asked somewhat suddenly. “You can go to sleep if you want.” (Y/n) had made a nasty habit of staying up late just so that she could talk to Blank, and he felt bad that she had been going to work tired the past few days because of it.

“Of course not,” (Y/n) suppressed an inopportune yawn. “I’m fine, Blank. What else did you want to talk about?”

Suddenly a black inky goo began to seep from the corner of Blank’s eye, and (Y/n) scrambled for the handkerchief in her pocket- god knows she never used it, and she kept it around more for Blank than anything. She handed the cloth to him and he took it gratefully.

“Thanks,” he said, wiping his eyes.

This happened a lot with Blank, and for no particular reason, either. His eyes would just spontaneously “leak”, crying even if he wasn’t sad. (Y/n) had gotten used to it by now and it barely surprised her anymore.

She supposed it had to do with his odd eyes; they were both black, you see, but not just the irises. Blank had no irises or sclera, only a dark void where his eyes were meant to be.

(Y/n) was unable to explain it, and most times it seemed as if Blank had no idea why they were like that either. He could still see perfectly; his eyes were just afflicted with an unusual appearance. (Y/n) thought it was quite wonderful.

“Mason saw you last night, Blank,” (Y/n) sat back.

Blank’s eyes widened at the mention of her roommate. “He did?”

(Y/n) nodded. “He said he saw a shadow lurking around the kitchen and I instantly knew it was you. I told him he’s a wimp and he shut up about it, so no need to worry. What were you doing, anyway?” she asked him.

Blank shrugged, turning away.

“Blank?” (Y/n) leaned forward, a little concerned now. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, I… I tried to get out,” he trailed off but continued again before (Y/n) could respond. Blank turned back to her. “But I couldn’t, (Y/n). I still can’t leave.”

Another black, inky tear began to well in one of Blank’s eyes, but (Y/n) knew that this time it wasn’t on accident.

Blank had been in this house since well before (Y/n) had moved in; it took her a few months before she found him, but she remembered Blank telling her that he’d always been there. (Y/n) wasn’t exactly sure how long Blank had lived in the house before her arrival, but one of the first things he told her was that he cannot leave.

It was ironic, in a sense. The house was haunted; but (Y/n) didn’t see it that way at all. She was glad for Blank’s company, and she was glad to have met him. She knew that Blank felt much the same.

“Why were you trying to leave?” she asked impulsively, immediately realising how insensitive her comment was.

It took Blank a few moments to place his words; as if he were gearing up for something. “Listen, (Y/n)…” Blank looked away again. He was acting stranger than usual, so (Y/n) knew that whatever he was about to say was important.

“I know we’ve been talking and meeting for several months now, but… I wish I could… go somewhere else.” He glanced back to her. “…With you.”

(Y/n) wasn’t quite sure what to say, so she didn’t say anything. She simply waited for Blank to get everything off his chest.

“I love when we talk, I do more than anyone, but I feel… bad about it,” Blank said.

“Why’s that?” (Y/n) felt her heart ache for a moment. “Did I do something wrong?”

Blank looked as if he were panicked now. “No, no of course not! Argh…” he facepalmed in what seemed to be frustration, muttering to himself. “I knew I’d mess this up…”

“Mess what up, Blank?” (Y/n) would be lying if she said she wasn’t worried about him now.

“Us, (Y/n).” Blank faced her fully now. “I don’t want to mess up what we have- I want to be with you for the rest of my life,” he began to tear up again.

“Blank, I want that too,” she smiled warmly, reaching over to hold his hand. Blank smiled too for a moment, before pulling his hand away from (Y/n)’s.

“I love you so much, (Y/n), and that’s why I don’t want to be with you.” He sounded remorseful.

“W-what?” (Y/n) tried to bite back her tears, confused by Blank’s words and hoping she was just misunderstanding him.

“I want you to be with someone who can take you to nice places to do nice things- I can’t leave this house, and as far as I’m concerned it’s always going to be that way. I don’t want you to waste your life in this building alongside me.”

It looked as if it crushed Blank to admit all of this to her. (Y/n) began to laugh quietly, wiping the tears from her face. Blank’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. For a moment he feared (Y/n) had lost it.

“I don’t care if I have to stay in this house- if I have to be confined to this very room- as long as I’ve got you I don’t care where the hell I am! I thought that would have been obvious by now.”

She scooted closer to Blank, resting her hand against the side of his face. “I love you, Blank. And if you’re really so hung up on this house thing I’m sure we can figure out a way to let you leave. Otherwise, we can evict Mason.”

Blank laughed, resting his hand on top of hers. “You can’t do that.”

“Why not? We can haunt him out of here!”

They both began to laugh before Blank removed (Y/n)’s hand from his face, now holding it in both of his hands.

“Does it really not bother you that I’m a demon? Or that you’ll never be able to see me outside the walls of this house?” he asked her rather solemnly.

“Blank, I couldn’t care if you were a Martian from Mars, I’d still love you all the same,” (Y/n) responded lovingly.

Blank kissed the top of her hand. “I love you more than you’ll ever know, dearest.”

(Y/n) leaned forward and pecked Blank on the lips, and almost immediately he turned a bright shade of red. “I think I have a vague idea,” she laughed.

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inkonapage · 5 years

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Filling a Blank Heart (BlankGameplays X Reader)

(( I’ve never written for Blank before but this is sorta how I feel he’d act! Hope you enjoy!

@pastanestor requested ‘as for my requests though, how about just a general one of Blank not knowing how to deal with or react to falling in love and telling that person, but his S/O reassuring him and explaining she feels the same and so on? a cliché kind of scene but with the addition of an alter ego ^^’ ))

How did this happen?

Sure he had a heart and soul, it might be black but it was there dammit, but the thought of somehow falling in love with another? That...that was just something he hadn't planned on. Over the years he had never, not once, found someone that made his tar like blood rush the way you did with something just as simple as a smile. It unnerved him. It made him feel so small and weak. It made him feel venerable.

It made him feel.

You made him feel.

Now the alter was no stranger to emotions, they were usually negative or so dulled out that they didn't strike him hard enough to gain much of a reaction yet here you were causing him such torment. Blank just didn't know what to do with this sort of thing! He wasn't good with emotions and feelings and having this deep burning need to make you happy! It was exhausting honestly... Day in and day out he would do his best to shove the strange bubbling in his guts down as far as he could, to digest them if you will, whenever he was near you not wanting it to show. Though at the same time he was more clingy than usual, and that was saying something because normally he was off doing his own thing not really giving a rats ass what anyone was doing, and that had gotten him a few odd looks.

He didn't like it.

Blank didn't like being looked at or noticed, especially with the questioning eyes of the curious other egos who muttered to one another though never really asked him out right about it knowing they would get no response on the matter. Seeing you just finish up a conversation with a few of the others he saw an opening and took it. Making his way towards you he reached out, tapping you on the shoulder, “Hey (Name)...?”

Turning you blinked but smiled as the odd surprise, you were usually the one that had to start a conversation with him yet here he was before you making the first move, “Hey Blank! What’s up?” you asked with a bright smile.

“We need to talk.” he murmured looking around as if there would be someone there to judge him for what he was about to do, “It’s...about you.” Blank explained as his solid black eyes turned their attention back to you.

“Oh?” you asked, feeling your stomach sink at his words. Had you done something wrong? You had tried to be a good friend to the usual stand offish ego, you really had! Maybe you were trying a bit to hard? Blank didn't seem to the type of being that was use to attention, he usually tried to avoid it. Something about the usually silent ego just called to you, you couldn't help it, and you felt the need to get to know him...maybe you had tried a bit to hard.

Clearing his throat the alter crossed his arms, feeling uncomfortable and exposed, “You...have been trying to get to know me a lot lately. It, uh...isn't something that I'm use to but for some reason I don't mind. It’s odd but you...you’ve seemed to cause something to happen to me...” How did he explain this? Listen to him, he sounded like such an idiot!

“Go on.” you urged gently as you tilted your head in confusion, unsure just what it was he was trying to say.

Growling he shook his head, “Look you just- you- you got my attention okay!? How am I suppose to go about saying this when you keep looking at me like that?” he snapped though it wasn't meant to be aggressive.

Head twitching to the side a bit it seemed like he was struggling to get the words out, “I-I just...you know I- well...uh. I sound so stupid- I like you okay! There, I said it! I like you (Name) and I just don't know...I just don't know what to do!” Huffing he looked off to the side as his cheeks darkened.

Blinking at his adorable outburst you couldn't help but snort and giggle softly, “I really like you too Blank.” you cooed sweetly to him as you gently placed a hand over one of his. Watching as he slowly uncrosses his arms, Blank takes your hand in his but doesn't say anything else.

There’s a content silence that you both share and understand before you lead him off to continue your chores for the day.

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thetreecorner · 5 years

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Of Teardrops and Honeycomb Kisses (Blank x Fem!Reader)

Request?: Yep!

Requested by who?: @pastanestor

AU: N/A

Characters: Blank and Reader

Warnings: Uh, some angst?

Words: 1,611

A/N: This is part two to To Fall In Love With Emotions! Also this is unedited because I felt really bad about not posting for so long and really wanted to get this out there 😭😭😭

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There was that feeling again - the adoration Blank hadn’t been able to escape.

It set a fire in his chest, and his heart did somersaults to avoid the flames. He clutched the fabric of his shirt, as he gazed in her direction.

She was at the stove, making herself breakfast while dressed in boxer shorts and a large t-shirt. Her music played softly from the speaker on her phone, and she bobbed her head along while mouthing the words.

He tore his eyes away, but only for a moment because she was just too mesmerising.

Speak, he told himself, speak! Say something!

“Where’s Marvin?” She turned her head slowly in his direction, smiling when she realized who he was.

“Mavin’s in his study. We were practicing some new spells last night, and I decided to stay over. Don’t mind the blanket and pillow on the couch, I’ll put them away later. You want some eggs?” She lifted the pan slightly to show Blank the scrambled eggs she’s been making before he walked in.

“No. Thank you.” Blank shuffled to the pantry, his eyes not leaving her as she turned back to her food.

Say something.

“Nice boxers.”

Not that.

His heart pounded his his chest when she began to laugh.

“Thanks. They’re Jackie’s, I think. I stole them from the dryer to sleep in.” Blank nodded sharply, taking out a loaf of bread. “You gonna make some toast?” She asked. Blank looked back at her, but she was busy trying to not burn her food.

“Uh… yes.” She glanced up again, a sheepish smile on her face.

“Do you think you could make me a slice?” She said, putting her eggs onto a plate before grabbing the bacon.

“Okay.”

Blank made toast every morning for breakfast, and he had never found himself so distracted. He watched her, and everything she did. From the way she flipped the bacon in the pan to the smile she got when a certain song came on.

Beautiful was the only word he could think of to describe her. He’d met plenty of girls out in public since his accident, but none of them was quite like (name).

It wasn’t until he smelt something begin to burn that he felt a spike of what he assumed to be panic. He turned to the toaster oven, pulling it open and sticking his hand in to grab the slightly burnt pieces of toast. He hissed in pain, realising his mistake a little too late.

“Blank, my god!” (Name) exclaimed, rushing over and taking the toast from his now blistering hand. She quickly shut off the toaster oven before rushing Blank to the sink, running his hand under some lukewarm water. “Stay here, I will be right back!” (Name) said before rushing out of the room. Blank did as he was told, holding his hands under the cool water.

When she returned, she had a bottle of painkillers and a gauze wrap.

“I’ve burned myself plenty of times in the kitchen,” She said softly with a smile. “Gotta be more careful next time.”

Blank hadn’t experienced such attention from anyone beside Marvin and Henrik. The way she fussed over his small burn, the excited tone she had when she asked if he’d like to join her for some Netflix binging in the living room, and the bright smile on her face when he agreed sent shockwaves through his system.

Was this happiness?

It was something unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and it terrified him.

As the two of them sat there, some show Blank had never heard of before bringing a smile to her face, he wondered if it was possible that she felt the same way?

No, he told himself. Of course not.

After all, how could she feel adoration for someone so… blank.

He hated that word.

He hated his name.

He hated himself.

But she somehow made it all bearable. Even the way she called him by his name soothed his nerves.

After that day he never stopped wanting to be around her. She made him feel alive again - she made him feel again.

She was almost all he talked about to Marvin in their little ‘therapy’ sessions, though it was never by name. He was glad that Marvin never tried to pry a name out of him. He didn’t want to upset him by revealing his crush on his friend.

Would it upset him, though?

Blank didn’t want to find out, but he wondered if Marvin had noticed the amount of time Blank spent with (name). Or the looks he stole while she was looking off, lost in a daydream when Marvin was lecturing her over the usage of certain herbs in a potion.

He wanted so desperately to tell her how he felt - at least, what he thought he felt.

He couldn’t trust his emotions.

What if he was wrong? What if he ended up hurting her, what if-

“Hey, Blank, are you okay?” He snapped back to reality at the sound of her voice, and turned to her slowly. She looked worried - has Blank worried her?

“Yeah, I'm fine.” He told her. “Why?”

“You just. You looked kind of sad. Did you want to stop the movie-”

“No,” He said, though he couldn't care less about the film they'd put on. “The movie's fine. I’m just thinking.” He turned back to watch the screen, drowning out the actors words.

“Oh.” Blank frowned. There was something in her voice that he didn't recognize. It was a few minutes before she spoke up again, calling his name softly.

“Yeah?”

“Why do you want to hang out with me.” There it is. The beginning of the end. This was (name) telling him to stop following her. To stop being a creep. She wouldn't want to see him ever again and it was all his fault.

“What do you mean?” He mumbled, playing dumb. He could feel the fire in his chest spread. He fisted the bottom of his shirt, tongue caught between his teeth.

“It's just… before, we didn't talk much at all, then one day we just… I mean, I'm not complaining, but why?” He tried to come up with something, anything that could make her just drop the conversation.

The fire only grew.

“I like spending time with you.” He said quickly, sharply.

Please, for the love of God, drop it-

“But why me? Why not Marvin, or Robbie? Heck even Anti-” Blank choked, the fire erupting from the top of his head to the tops of his toes. A large sub racked his body, cutting off anything she was about to say. Blank curled in on himself, bringing his face to his knees and holding tightly to the legs of his sweatpants. He had never felt such sorrow.

He could have never imagined the pain of losing her.

In almost an instant, two arms are wrapping around him, warm and secure. He doesn't try to push them off, but he can't bring himself to return the gesture.

“Shit, shit, I'm sorry.” (Name) murmured into his hair, pulling herself closer to him. He began to shake, his tears and his snot soaking into the knees of his pants.

It's now or never.

“I adore you.” He choked out. (Name) pulled back, allowing for Blank to unfurl.

“You what?” she said as Blank wiped his face off on his hoodie. He was still shaking, even more from the idea of having to say it again. He took in a deep breath before repeating himself.

“I adore you.” He said flatly. Figuring she didn't know what it meant, he recited what he had memories off of Google dictionary. “Adore - to have deep love and respect.”

It was silent. Too silent, and Blank knew he'd made a mistake by not keeping his mouth shut. Without thinking, without looking at her, he shot up off the couch and made his way to quickly leave the room. Before he could get away from the couch, (name) seized his wrist.

“Blank, stop!” She told him, and he did, because what else could he do? He didn't want to hurt her, so getting her hand off of him wasn't an option. “Blank, look at me, please.” He took in another deep breath, turning to face (name) with legs made of jello.

He'd never seen her cry before, but it hurt even more than the fire.

He was careful not to hurt her as he lifted his hand to brush her tears away. She held his hand gently, holding it firmly against her face. She was warm and comforting.

“I… I adore you, too.” Blank could feel himself tense up in surprise. Did she… did she really? “I just… I didn't think after what happened you would…” He knew what she meant.

She didn't think he could love her back.

He let out another sob, falling onto the couch with his arms around her waist and an ear to her chest, holding her close.

“I'm so sorry.” He cried, squeezing tightly as she wrapped her arms safely around his shoulders. “I'm so, so sorry.”

“Shh, it's alright, Blank.” She hushed him, pressing soft kisses to the top of his head. He could feel the name slip off his tongue before he could stop himself.

“Blaine.” He told her. It had been a name he'd been considering for a while. Something better than Blank.

“Blaine?” He could hear the curiosity in her voice.

“Call me Blaine… please…” He murmured. She pulled back, sitting face to face with him.

“Alright.” She said, smiling softly. “Blaine.” And for once, he found himself actually smiling back.

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multibic · 2 years

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Imagine

You asking Ethan how you look

#ethan nestor #tobi's life #youtubers x reader #not my gif #lgbtq #crankgameplays #eef #momento mori #markiplier #jacksepticeye #blankgameplays #im not dead #ethan nestor x reader

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sweetnestor · 6 years

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this is not a dream | masterlist

the real reason ethan was taken under the teamiplier wing | teamiplier/ego au

WARNINGS: suicide, murder, blood, self harm, drug abuse, alcoholism, sex addiction

read at your own risk.

1. no, something seems wrong

2. saying my prayers, don't take me back there

3. a stain that never comes off the sheets

4. would you be scared?

5. if this is what you want, then fire at will

6. you are not a human being

7. i don’t like you

8. the wrong side of reality

9. stop you’re scaring me

#blankgameplays #blankgameplays fanfic #darkiplier fanfic #teamiplier fanfic #ethan nestor x reader #sweetheart writes #tinad masterlist

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unlikely-cypher · 3 years

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A little introduction.

Name’s Cypher! Pleasure to meet me.

I’ve been on tumblr since the beginning of time. I’m 26, in college working on my history degree, and tired.

My pronouns are she/her & I’m pansexual/grey-romantic.

Despite being on here as much as I am I only started posting recently because I wanted an outlet for all of my Jacksepticeye ego content. I started to feel like I was really bothering my friends despite them telling me im not with all of my talks and theories about them so i decided to finally post here.

I’m gonna try my best to post regularly be it mood boards, x reader fics, stupid ideas that cross my mind and keep me awake at night- so please keep an eye out!

Requests are always open! It just might take me a couple of days to get to them. I will write for any of the Septic egos, I can try the Iplier egos (i just dont think i write them that well ;w;) or Blankgameplays/Unus. I will not write NSFW, really bad gore or anything really fucked up.

I also really like- BTS. I’m OT7, Namjoon biased & Taehyung bias wrecked. My Hero Academia, Haikyuu, D&D, Animal crossing, Greek Mythology, Noragami, & Moomin valley!

#cypherspeaks #welcome to my blog

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the-wild-ego · 6 years

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blank x reader, protect

Now, Blank being a failed experiment from is an overstatement. He may not be able to access his powers willingly, but they always come to him when he needs them the absolute most. Protecting you, for instance.

#blankgameplays x reader #blank x reader #anon

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mysterytickingegos · 3 years

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Winter Ficlets: Blank

Pairing: Ghost!Blankgameplays x Reader

Genre: Paranormal, Funny fluff

Word Count: 585

Authors Note: This one is kind of a spin-off/prequel of a requested story (Ouija Board is out now!) that will be coming out some time in January. April. Oops.

Want to Read More?

[Image Description: Twinkling fairy lights hung over a window in a dark room. End Description.]

Blank had just been minding his business when it all started.

It was rather late in the evening when he heard keys in the door. He recognized you when you came in, you'd taken a tour with the realtor about a month ago, but he was sure you weren't coming back. Nobody had wanted this place in years, yet here you were trying to fit through the door with a box topped with blankets and a rolled up air mattress, your keys held between your teeth.

You tossed the box onto the floor, barely missing him, and shut the front door. He didn't hold it against you, you couldn't see him. Still, he didn't love the idea of somebody else in his home. How many more times would he have to dodge you?

You unrolled the air mattress in the middle of the living room and let it inflate while you pulled your PJ's out of the box you brought in and vanished into the bathroom, typing something into your phone. Blank smiled to himself and flipped the switch on the air mattress the opposite direction as soon as the door shut, meaning you came out to a flat bed. "Seriously?" You walked over and gave the switch a second look, and you could've sworn you had it right the first time, but shrugged it off. You set it up again, ate your food when it showed up and went to bed.

Meanwhile Blank took the wireless speaker you brought in with you and left it on a high shelf in the bathroom as soon as you were asleep. If all went according to plan you'd be gone in no time.

The moving truck came the next day and your boxes and furniture were left inside. You had to spend the rest of your day putting your new home together, and somewhere along the line you began to hum holiday songs to yourself. Humming turned to singing and as soon as you found your speaker (under the assumption that you must've put it there to take a shower then forgot) it was a full-on concert to an audience of one.

Blank was in the middle of taking all your books back off the shelf when he heard your little performance in the master bedroom, deciding to see what you were up to. While he was used to the way people tended to act when they thought they were alone, it was still pretty funny to see you dancing around like a disney character while you made your bed. He was almost starting to warm up to you, though he wasn't going to admit it.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw the old door slowly swing open and stopped in your tracks, turning the music down to be cautious.

And then the volume jumped right back up again, blasting Wham through the room, making you yelp and jump back from the speaker.

Once you caught your bearings, you held your finger down on the quiet button until it was muted again.

Just as you were going back to what you were doing before, you heard the volume slowly start to creep up again. You spun around and fought with it for a few minutes before you grabbed it, turning it over, flipping the off-switch and tossing it into a box.

As you huffed about your broken speaker, you were blissfully unaware of the ghostly entity in the corner, doubled over laughing at you.

#blankgameplays x reader #blankgameplays x you #blankgameplays fanfiction

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thetreecorner · 5 years

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To Fall In Love With Emotions (Blankgameplays x fem!Reader) Part 1

Request?: Yep!

Requested by who?: @pastanestor

AU: N/A

Characters: Blank and Henrik

Warnings: Not that I can think of? A really badly written German accent (I do not mean to be offensive by the way I write Henrik’s accent. I listened to him speak and attempted to copy his dialect). Blank draws on his skin with a sharpie marker

Words: 1764

A/N: Okay so this comes from the idea that Blank was created by @the-wild-ego’s character Gear. A few other things before we get into this: The way Blank was created in this, is that Gear discovered what it would take to remove a human soul, and attempted to rip Blank’s soul from his body. While he failed to do so, the soul was severely damaged and he became a “Blank Slate”.

Unsatisfied with this result, Gear ‘threw him away’. After weeks of wandering, Blank was found by one of the Septics, who brought him in for Henrik to look at. Blank, in this, lives with the Septics.

Also this is only part one!

Blank.

Blank, blank, blank!

He took a sharpie to his skin, tracing from one freckle to the other to try and create… something.

Anything.

A distraction.

A freckle here.

A freckle there.

A line in between, a line through, a line around them. Twisting and turning.

These lines weren’t making any sense; then again, nothing really made much sense to Blank as of recent.

His heart often felt as if it was on fire, it felt - for once - like the soul his tormentor has so viciously tried to rip out of him was finally alive again.

He wasn’t too sure how to explain it. It felt like… he felt like… he could do anything.

Blank sighed, tossing away the pen, and attempting to rub away the ink from his skin. He wished he understood what he was feeling. All these… unnaturally natural senses that he was experiencing for the first time - or maybe not, he didn’t know.

He looked at the clock - the doc would be here any minute, probably to check his vitals again. Blank was getting tired of getting his vitals checked. He knew he was healthy. He knew his blood pressure was good, that his ears were clean, that his reflexes were just a smidge bit slow, but nowhere as slow as Robbie’s.

He wanted to know about his soul, but Henrik said the soul wasn’t his area of expertise. Blank wasn’t sure what the doc’s expertise was. He wasn’t very sure he wanted to find out.

No, the soul was Marvin’s area - and bless the magician, but Blank couldn’t help but wonder if he could be any slower at finding a solution. Blank yearned for… Well, he wasn’t exactly sure.

What Blank was sure about about though was that this feeling could be nothing good - he hadn’t felt any good feeling other than content since he could remember, and he couldn’t remember very much.

Sadness. He felt that often, though he didn’t know why. He felt it while he was in the shower, or while laying in bed alone. He felt it while he ate breakfast and while he helped the others cook dinner.

He felt bored, too. He never had much to do other than eat, or drink, or sleep. He didn’t feel much like reading, regardless of how many times Henrik, or Jamie, or even Chase suggested it. And he didn’t want to go out much. The looks people threw his way made him uncomfortable, and Blank would rather be bored than uncomfortable.

Yes, people tend to stare, but he could understand. He had a feeling the darkness of his eyes, and the paleness of his skin threw others off. He felt as if he was some freak who belonged in horror movies, though the Septics all told him he looked just fine. A bit rough around the edges, but just fine.

He didn’t want to look just fine, though. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to look like, but he did know one thing - he liked the solitude of the Septic household. No one to stand around and judge. A whole group of others just like him. He didn’t feel so alone.

Then there was her. One of Chase’s good friends, who came over rather often, and who’d known about the “egos” for a very long time (according to Marvin, she had a few egos of her own of whom liked to cause a ton of mischief).

Blank didn’t know exactly what an ego was. He knew the basics - they all belonged to a certain group. The Septics. The Ipliers. The Battles. And those in a group, like the men he lived with, all looked exactly the same.

Blank didn’t know which group he belonged to, but he wasn’t too worried about finding it. As far as he knew, Gear was in that group, and Blank wanted nothing to do with that machine ever again.

He also knew that, the egos had an “original” - the Ipliers had Markiplier, the Septics Jacksepticeye, so on, and so on, and so on. Some originals knew about the egos, like Mark and Jack. Blank wasn’t sure if his original (Henrik once called him Ethan) knew about them, but that didn’t bother him either way.

The burning in his heart bothered him. It seemed to consume him from the inside out, licking at his skin and yearning to break free.

His thoughts were broken when Henrik entered the room, which had been designated as Blank’s very own room (not like the cage Gear had kept him in), with a clipboard and blood pressure cuff.

Blank wordlessly lifted his arm, and without looking Henrik fastened the cuff around his upper arm.

“Good morning, Blank.” Henrik greeted while he did his work. His eyes never left the clipboard, but Blank didn’t say a word. He let the doc do his work, scribbling down numerous numbers and words before finally bringing his gaze to the young ego.

“You are writing on your skin again?” Henrik didn’t like when Blank did that. He always claimed it was because of blood poisoning, but Blank knew it was because Schneep didn’t understand the lines either.

“Didn’t even notice.” Blank’s joke was flat, and bland, like most things he said, but Henrik gave a small smile anyway. Blank guessed it was because he was at least trying. Trying was all he could do at this point.

“Vell, I would suggest you stop zat. It can lead to a very bad case of blood poisoning.”

“I know, doc.” Blank attempted a smile, showing more teeth than was necessary, and Henrik chuckled.

“If you know, zen why do you do it?” He took his stethoscope and lifted the back of Blank’s shirt. “Deep breath, please.” Blank did as he was told.

“I don’t know.” Henrik moved around to place the cold metal against the centre of Blank’s chest.

“Again.” Henrik moves the stethoscope around a couple more times before putting it back around his neck.

“I wish I knew.” Blank sighed, holding out his arm so that Henrik could take a blood sample. He and Marvin had been attempting to find out what Gear had done to him, and if there was anyway to fix it, or at least help piece together Blank’s past.

“Vell, whenever you feel like doing it again maybe try somezing a little less… permanent.” Blank looked back down at the dark lines on his arms.

What the hell do they mean.

“I will keep that in mind.” Blank agreed, waiting for Henrik to get a bandage. He poked gently at the blood, to which Henrik slapped his hand away.

“Don’t do zat.” He scolded him. Blank said nothing, wiping the small drop of blood off on his dark colored pants.

“Is Marvin coming by today?”

“Nein, he has some business he needs to attend to today. Vill you be alright?” Blank frowned. Marvin was a sort of… therapist. Blank could usually describe how he was “feeling” and Marvin did his best to make sense of it, both in a logical and a magical way. Marvin told him that any information could help them towards a solution. It helped Blank a great deal to have someone he could tell things, without judgement.

“I… I don’t know.” Blank shook his head gently.

“Is somezing wrong, Blank?” Henrik set aside his clipboard and shoved his hands into his coat pockets. Blank shook his head again.

“It’s nothing, doc. Just… thinking.”

“Well, I might not be Marvin, but if you vould like, I’m here to listen.” Blank pursed his lips. He and the doc were close. Blank would consider him a very good friend, even if he wasn’t a hundred percent sure what made a good friend.

Curse that damn cyborg bitch-

“Do you ever feel like your heart is on fire?” Blank stares down at Henrik’s shoes, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt.

“How do you mean? Does it hurt?” Blank could hear the worry in his friend’s voice.

“No, no. Not… hurt. It… aches, I guess. But it’s not painful. Not yet. It actually makes me feel… alive again?” The idea scared Blank. Yes, he would like nothing more than to feel alive again - but not like this. Not with emotions he didn’t understand.

“How so?”

“Well, doc. How… I don’t exactly know how to explain it.” This was how most of his and Marvin’s sessions went. Blank would make a vague remark about his thoughts, Marvin would ask what he meant, and Blank would scrap his mind to find an answer only to turn up… blank.

“Take your time, Blank. Ve have time.”

Blank took in a deep breath. Maybe it would be better to not think before he spoke, this time around.

“I don’t exactly remember anything before the incident. There’s faint flashes of memories, here and there. I don’t see any faces, I don’t hear any voices. But I remember how I felt. And those feelings… it’s like they’re happening all over again. Doc, I… I feel such adoration.” He wasn’t sure what the word meant exactly. But, out of all the thoughts in his head, this was the clearest.

Adoration.

What the hell is adoration?

“Adoration? If I may ask, for what?” Blank thought hard, scouring his brain for anything that could cause it. He shook his head gently.

“I don’t know. I just get so flustered, and I can’t stop myself from yearning to feel it more, but it’s so fleeting.” Blank wondered if the strain he put on his words exhibited the emotions he wanted them to, that the broken part of him would hold together just this once.

“Vell, I am no therapist, but, uh…” The Doctor’s face twisted into one of deep concentration as he rubbed gently against the scruff on his face. After a long, silent moment, the german man let out a sigh - whether it be from frustration, or from being tired, Blank would never know. The doctor was usually both. “Vhen you feel this adoration again, try to notice your surroundings. Where you are, what you are doing, who’d there with you. Do that every time, and eventually you should get some kind of idea who, or what, you adoration is for.”

“What if I forget?”

“Vell, that is all up to you mien friend.” Henrik clapped Blank’s shoulder, startling the young man, and gave him a smile. “I believe in you.” Blank attempted to return the smile, though the best he could get was a small twitch at the corner of his lips.

“Thanks, Henrik.”

#blankgameplays x reader #blank x reader #blankgameplays #blank #x reader #reader insert #youtube egos #crankgameplays egos #henrik von schneeplestein #marvin the magician #septic egos #female reader #youtube egos imagine #reese writes #tree writes #my writing

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thetreecorner · 5 years

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Masterlist

This Is a Complete Masterlist of all the stories I have posted on this blog, in no particular order.

Darkiplier:

I Know You Don’t Celebrate (Coffee Shop AU)

The Host:

Ps. There Are No Happy Endings

The Author:

Lying to Yourself (High school AU)

Happy Birthday (Coffee Shop AU)

Wilford Warfstache:

Creepy Crawly Death Dealers

Jameson Jackson:

A Day In The Life (Coffee Shop AU)

Birthday Magic

Jackieboyman:

I Thought I Lost You (Superhero AU)

Antisepticeye:

Dating Andy “Anti” Septic Headcanons (Coffee Shop AU)

A Frozen Heart

A Perfect Birthday (Coffee Shop AU)

Chase Brody:

I’m All Yours (Coffee Shop AU)

Henrik Von Schneeplestein:

Butter Cream

Natemare:

Dream Alone

I’ll Drown Without You (Dream Alone Part 2)

Phantom:

Is It To Your Satisfaction

Your Satisfaction Guarenteed (Is It To Your Satisfaction Part 2)

Markus:

I Still Love You

Connor:

Blackmail (Human AU)

Blankgameplays:

To Fall In Love With Emotion

Of Teardrops and Honeycomb Kisses (To Fall... Emotions part 2)

Mad Mike:

Headcanons

Francis Bright:

Headcanons

Logan Sanders:

You can’t Run From This (Male/Trans Reader)

Other:

Septic Egos Hugging Headcanon

Drabble Requests:

Bing + “Your hands are so cold”

#Masterlist #my writing #youtube egos #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #detroit: Become Human #x reader #Connor #Markus #Blankgameplays #natemare #doctor schneeplestein #Chase Brody #Antisepticeye #The Host #The Author #Jameson Jackson #Jackieboyman #Mad Mike

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thetreecorner · 5 years

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I’m gonna be posting part of a Blankgameplays x reader request tomorrow. Gonna be two parts so I hope y’all enjoy part one.

Nighto friendos!!! 💚💙💜

#blankgameplays #blank #x reader #female reader #be prepared

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sweetnestor · 6 years

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this is not a dream #1 | no, something seems wrong

the real reason ethan was taken under the teamiplier wing | teamiplier/ego au

WARNINGS: suicide, murder, blood, self harm, drug abuse, alcoholism, sex addiction

AN: hey hi hello does anyone remember the one fic i posted in october, previously known as ‘entirely bonkers?’ yeah, well i rewrote it and now it’s this!! ive taken much more time with this fic and given it the attention it deserves, so pretty much all the chapters may be dramatically different from the original version. each chapter title is a line from a different song, which will be listed in the tags.

i have to warn you, this fic is very dark and very graphic. read at your own risk. but also enjoy!!

~October 2016

This was good news. Great news. The best news. This was going to change everything. This was the opportunity of a lifetime. Maybe that’s why Ethan couldn’t stop crying, losing it, unhinging for the thousandth time.

It had been on and off for the last few weeks, the tears. He didn’t know why, but it felt like every little thing made him burst. Not only did Ethan cry, but he also yelled and screamed. Most of all, he would break whatever was in sight. He’ll throw things, punch, kick… He’ll go out in the middle of the night and take a bat to an unsuspecting mailbox. He was usually aware when he did these things, meaning it wasn’t technically a blind rage that sent him into these episodes. He’s gone through several mugs, a few controllers, and he even had to buy a new camera one time. All because of these tears and weird destructive urges he couldn’t control.

He wanted to throw his phone just after this call. It was a good call, though. It was life changing. But he had to force himself to calmly set the device down on his desk and move away from it. Ethan got to his feet, sniffling and sobbing, and then he tore off some of the foam padding on the wall. Did it matter? No, he was moving at the end of the month. He could destroy a few more things.

Foam pads were strewn across the floor by the time he was done. But Ethan still felt… destructive. No, worse. He knew what he wanted to do. He just had the slightest worry that it would actually work this time. But he had to do it.

Blood was pounding in his ears as he pulled on his sweater and beanie. Before he knew it, he was in the car, driving to the location he had been to plenty of times before. He parked some distance away and walked the rest of the way.

In all honesty, he had no idea what led him to this the first time. It was like this feeling in chest and gut, like an impulse. Once it fell into his head, he had to do it immediately. There was no going back. Crying was one of those things he felt like he had to do. This, however… this was a lot darker.

A few cars passed as Ethan approached the bridge. None of them stopped. None of them ever did. He couldn’t help but appreciate that. He didn’t know what would happen if this got back to his family. He had quite a bit to lose, but he still boosted himself up on the railing. This was really stupid, he thought to himself as he looked down at the drop he’d seen many times before.

“Something’s wrong,” he spoke to himself before leaping off.

The cold, bitter air hitting his face was the most painful part, as strange as that was to admit. But what if it actually worked this time? He didn’t even say goodbye to his dad as he left the house. He’d never get to experience that job in Los Angeles. He’d never interact with his online community again. Would this be the one to do it?

“Nope,” Ethan mumbled once he was face down on the ground. Dirt was in his mouth, and his face was numb from the cold. He sat up and coughed, both relieved and disturbed that he didn’t die. Again.

Ethan sat back and brought his knees to his chest, shivering. Was it going to be like this once he moves? Would he be able to control it?

“He can’t help us, he’s a kid!” roared the booming voice of Darkiplier. It echoed around the spacious, black room, enough to make any mortal’s blood run cold.

“We need all the help we can get,” replied the soft and frighteningly serene voice of Peevils, who was sat on top of the desk across the room. “Besides, the younger they are, the more powerful they can be.”

Her pitch black eyes gazed down at the stoic mortal sat in the armchair. He was sat up straight, on the edge of his seat. His usual brown eyes had rolled back into his skull and his mouth was gaping open. Dark was was “stood” by the body, his suit clad form flickering with distortion. He was always in black and white, but a blue and red aura was always around him. The biggest thing that fascinated Peevils was that this man, her supposed lover, was impossible to touch. Well that, and she could hear him in her mind and he could speak to her personally, even when their mortals were present.

Peevils, on the other hand, was from a whole other galaxy. She couldn’t quite remember how she got to Earth, much less how she got in contact with her mortal. All she knew was that her mortal was very willing and complicit. Peevils had cool powers too, but she seldom used them on this planet. Her aura often mixed with the mortal’s, making it a weird greyish yellow.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have let your mortal make that decision,” spoke Stoneface in his deep, intimidating voice. No one knew where he came from, or what his true powers were, aside from killing people after intimate affairs. He had much paler skin compared to his mortal, and his eyes were greyer than concrete, while his aura was black. You couldn’t look into his eyes without feeling paralyzed to the spot.

Everything surrounding the trio was dark and dim. The atmosphere was that of another realm. No human would be able to stand with them for very long. No human, except one.

“The mortal needed him for his own desires, not ours,” Dark growled. “And he was coping at the time, so I couldn’t intervene. But… I felt something. It was like a whisper.”

“So we just wait til the boy arrives,” Peevils concluded. “I feel it won’t be a waste.”

“You feel a lot of things,” Stoneface said back.

Her face fell. She stared ahead wordlessly, and imagined what she wanted to happen, and then it was real.

Stoneface immediately started gasping for air, his relaxed composure turning into nothing but pain and panic. His body began to rise up from the couch and it contorted into unnatural folds.

“Mercy! Mercy!” he strained out just before his bones could snap.

Peevils lifted, a ghost of a smile on her face.

Then, the room lightened up. The walls went back to white as the door to the office opened, and the trio were back in the human world, thanks to the one human they all knew.

Kathryn walked in, carrying a brown paper bag. A tall, dark haired, skimpy dressed woman followed behind her, looking curiously around the room. Peevils quickly looked down, knowing her eyes were prone to cause panic, and Dark was nowhere to be seen. The human led the other human over to Stoneface, whose eyes suddenly went back to a humanistic hazel.

“Hi, I’m Tyler,” he greeted, and the woman smiled in returned. He offered his arm. “If you’ll follow me…” And the two were off into another room.

Then, Kathryn turned towards Peevils, but instead was met face to face with Dark, who did not look happy.

“We were having a meeting!” he snapped, trying to look threatening.

She rolled her eyes and moved her arm forward, making the image fade away. After that, she reached into the paper bag and pulled out a plastic ziplock bag that was contained with white powder. Kathryn waved it in the direction of Peevils.

The blonde’s eyes flickered once. Kathryn had her attention now, so she slowly bent down towards the coffee table, opened up the bag and poured out some of the contents onto the glass surface. In the blink of an eye, the alien was sat on the floor in front of the table, using an old business card to make her series of lines. She hunched over the table as she snorted to her heart’s content, and when she looked up, her eyes were not black, but brown and humanlike.

“Alright, Amy’s back,” Kathryn said in affirmation. Then she turned to her boss.

He still had that horrifying expression on his face, but at least the body wasn’t moved. The last thing Kathryn wanted to do today was to pry Dark and his mortal away from something illegal or fatal… not that he could die, anyway.

“Don’t you dare…” the hallucination spoke, appearing behind the armchair.

She didn’t even hesitate to straight up bitch slap the body across the face. The last aura was finally gone, and the body had, for lack of a better phrase, come back to life. He swore in pain and held his cheek.

“Mark?”

“Yeah, what the fuck?”

Kathryn nodded once and pulled the last item from the paper bag. A bottle of Jack Daniel’s. She shoved it into Mark’s hand and then crumpled up the bag, tossing it in the bin.

Mark just sat there for a moment, still coming back to himself. He felt that internal twitch, though, so he twisted the cap off the glass bottle and took a swig. Then he moved to the floor, next to his girlfriend, who was now baked like a fucking cake. Just another day in the office.

Now, Kathryn was able to get back to her actual work. She sat at one of the computers, but then paused as she thought of the newcomer they were expecting. Poor kid had no idea what he was walking into.

~November 2016

The team noticed something about their newest member. It wasn’t what was on the inside, no. Not the reason why they brought him over here.

Ethan was happy. Giddy. Very doe eyed. Upon arriving to the office on the first day, he thanked Mark many times for the opportunity. He was just… not what you would expect from someone like him. He almost seemed normal.

See, when you’re like Mark, Amy, and Tyler, you get this feeling, an instinct, even. They could sense each other’s demons, even when they were dormant. Amy and Tyler feel Darkiplier’s jitters when their Mark got rubbed the wrong way. That was probably because Peevils and Stoneface were so connected to Dark, and by extension, their mortals. They could all sense each other inside and out. In their logical, human eyes, the feeling of the three demons scheming in the background was seen as “impending doom.” The only human able to see past that was Kathryn, and none of them knew why.

But Ethan? He seemed like any ordinary human, and that was just weird. There was almost no impending doom vibes coming from him as the days went on. This wasn’t what they had been expecting.

“So…” Mark prompted one day, “how’ve you been? Y’know… since the move?”

“Fine,” Ethan mindlessly responded. He was on the computer, doing exactly what he was hired for.

The other four exchanged looks. Apart from Kathryn, they were experiencing withdrawals from their… coping. The plan was to get the other guys to meet Ethan’s other guy… just to see what would happen. The latter was proving to be difficult, given that there was no instinct or any indication that his bodily occupant wanted to come out, or that it was even there. Did that guy even have a name?

“You’re f-fine?” Amy repeated irritably, her voice shaking. “Y-You dropped everything, moved all the way here, and you’re just fine?”

Now Ethan caught onto the tension. He turned in his chair, only to feel deeply intimidated by the staring. Something was off, and it wasn’t just the stupid crying fit growing in his chest and throat.

“I’m just glad I’m here,” he said, but it didn’t feel like the right answer.

“What’s wrong with you?” Tyler blurted out.

“What?”

“Jesus fucking christ,” Kathryn sighed in annoyance as she buried her face in her hands.

“God, I’m sorry,” Tyler quickly said. “I didn’t mean that, fuck. I’m an asshole, I’m sorry.”

Mark could feel it, though. A cold chill went down his spine, telling him that he was right to bring Ethan in. He felt a tightness in his throat, this feeling of dread sitting heavy on his shoulders. He hadn’t felt this with the other two, this had to be Ethan.

“You don’t miss what you left behind?” Mark asked as he got up from the couch, putting on a hard face. “I mean… you sacrificed your whole life for this, didn’t you?”

The dread only grew. Ethan shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Yeah, but I made that decision,” he timidly replied.

“Like the grown up you think you are?” Amy mocked.

It was there, right there. The four nearly gasped as Ethan’s eyes flickered to black once. But the boy quickly shook himself and stood up.

“I’ll be right back.”

The surge of emotions lifted as soon as he left the room. But then, the walls went black, and the three auras appeared. Meanwhile, Kathryn let out another annoyed groan.

Mark’s body froze where he stood, and his head fell back as Dark made his appearance. Tyler’s body paled, eyes turning grey. Amy appeared sat on top of the coffee table with her legs crossed, eyes black and empty.

“Hey doesn’t even know what he is!” Dark shouted, his image flickering angrily around the room.

“Of course not, he’s a kid,” Peevils shot back coolly. “And you’re not the one who asked him to come here. Why are you concerned now?”

Dark appeared in front of her, his face inches from hers. “I felt it! There is something there, but the boy isn’t letting him through! He’s powerful, and I am powerful. That’s why I could feel him!”

“Don’t make me slap your mortal,” Peevils threatened as she waved her hand through him.

“So what do we do?” Stoneface asked, getting the couple back on track. “Do we let the mortals handle it?”

“Provoking him did help a little bit,” Peevils pointed out.

“Yes,” Dark agreed. “They have to push him past his limits. Whatever it takes. If they have to destroy whatever humanity he has left in him, then so be it. He has to be disturbed, humiliated. Anything to get to what’s truly lying within.”

“So you guys are going to go silent, then?” Kathryn asked.

“It’s the only option,” Peevils confirmed.

That prompted the human to quickly flee the office. She had to make a big order.

Ethan managed to find a corner store down the road. The blind rage he went through caused him to break more things, and his knuckles were bleeding yet again. He also debated jumping off one of the high buildings, but this city was far too busy for anyone to not notice. Instead, he found another solution. He was sure his ‘friends/colleagues’ wouldn’t miss him for a few more minutes. Or at all.

Tear tracks were on his face as he went through the aisles. Look at him, a grown 20 year old, unable to control his crying. How did he get like this? He was never this emotional about anything! Sure, the group had ganged up on him, but things like that weren’t likely to make him burst into tears.

He calmed down some more when he found rubbing alcohol and bandages. However, there was only one box left of the latter, and it was pink and flowery. Reluctantly, he took the box and went into the next aisle. There were painkillers, vitamins, and sleep aids. For a second, a flash of lacing his friends’ drinks with pills went through his mind. It was short, but vivid. One by one, passing out around him.

He chuckled and kept walking. “Yeah right…” Then, he stopped in his tracks, went back and grabbed the biggest bottle of sleeping pills he could find.

After paying for his items (and getting some weird looks from the cashier), Ethan settled for sitting under the awning outside the store. He didn’t feel like going back to the office just yet, despite the fact that it was already getting dark. As he tended to his hand injury, he tried to forget all that he damaged. Several cars parked on the side of the road now had cracked windshields, and a few more mailboxes were wrecked. He could only hope that there weren’t any witnesses. He had only been in LA for about a week, he couldn’t get arrested now.

“Hey darlin’,” greeted a sickly sweet female voice.

He turned to find a red headed woman perching down next to him. She was wearing a rather revealing top under a fur coat along with a really short skirt. It rode up as she crouched down, making Ethan lose his words for a moment.

“H-Hi,” he replied, keeping his eyes on his injured hand.

“Did you get into a fight, honey?” the woman asked.

“Something like that…”

“Strong man, aren’t ya?”

“I wouldn’t say that. I’m putting on Hello Kitty bandaids.”

The woman giggled and moved closer to him. “Strong and cute.”

There was a feeling. Pinning her to the ground, a hand around her neck as the back of her head hitting the concrete. Slamming her head into the ground until she bled to death. Watching her green eyes lose their panic and fade into nothingness. Is it bad that it was nice to think about?

“Marsha!” called a familiar voice.

It was Kathryn. She approached the pair, her hood up and her hands in the pocket. Ethan was relieved to see her.

The redhead got to her feet. “You’re not here to send me to that friend of yours again, are you?”

“Why, do you have other plans?” she asked in return.

“Yes! I found a new friend!” Marsha pointed down at the boy with Hello Kitty bandaids.

Kathryn glanced down at him. “Yeah, not him. Can’t afford to have Tyler beat his ass right now.”

That was both confusing and not reassuring at all. Could Ethan down the whole bottle of pills without either woman noticing?

“Well, I’m not going. I’ll ask Sydney. She knows where to find you guys,” Marsha said in conclusion.

“Awesome. Ethan, get up.”

He didn’t need telling twice. Kathryn gestured for him to follow, and they walked back towards the office together.

“What’d you do?” she asked, nodding towards his hand.

“Don’t ask,” he said with a sigh. Not like he could properly explain it, anyway.

Luckily, she didn’t press the topic. When they approached the building, she stopped in her tracks and pulled a brown paper bag from under her sweater.

“I won’t ask questions,” she told Ethan. “But neither will you.”

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