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lcthebtswriter · 6 years

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corrupted | pt.02

pairing: ethan x reader

summary: a part two to the previous fic

(pt. 01)

It didn’t take long for you to get to Mark’s house considering you broke the sound barrier with your driving. As dangerous as it was, you were on the phone with Amy and apologizing for waking her so late at night. She insisted it was fine and that Mark was awake and calling Tyler and Kathryn, and that you needed to hang up and focus on driving safely. You did as you were told and focused on the road ahead, intent on getting Ethan help as soon as possible. What could make matters worse was if Dark was triggered by the arrival of Corrupt, and then you and your friends had to deal with three demons. One of which was halfway across the world where Sean lived.

You pulled up to Mark’s home and parked behind the van. Everyone else’s cars were parked and they were inside ready to help. You knocked on the door, bouncing on the balls of your feet and started to cry when Mark answered. He smiled sympathetically before pulling you inside and leading you to the living room. You took a seat by Kathryn and explained the events that had taken place, tears streaming down your cheeks as you shook in fright. What if you couldn't get Ethan back?

“When Dark appears we usually ignore him. All he wants is a few days in the spotlight and then he’s gone,” Mark told you. He sat beside Amy on the ottoman as Tyler and Kathryn wrapped their arms around your shoulders in an attempt at stopping your shaking. “The best thing to do right now—I think—is for you to talk to Corrupt and see what he wants.” Mark paused to gauge your reaction, but you stared at the floor as if the answers to all your problems would be burned into the wood. “We can go with you,” Mark added.

Your eyes slowly wandered up to look at Amy, who offered you a supportive smile as Kathryn took your hand. Facing Corrupt would take courage you weren’t sure you had, but Mark and the others dealt with Dark and got rid of him. You think. “What if Ethan can’t fight back?” Your voice was quiet as fear took hold of your insides, twisting them until you felt sick. The room spun and your head pounded because of the stress of your situation.

Mark sat up straighter and ran a hand through his curls. “He will. Ethan is strong, and usually our dark sides only want attention.” How come Mark had all the answers? Why couldn't he be the one to bring Ethan back into control? You weren't positive anything good would occur, but you let Tyler lead you back to your car; you allowed your friends to drive ahead towards Ethan’s apartment; you let yourself stand at the front door.

As you pushed the key into the lock, your fingers shook so severely that you had to stop your movements and take a deep breath. Tyler’s hand rested on top of yours and steadied it, and you managed to get the key in and twist the lock. Fear made you come to a standstill, freezing your body before the door could be pushed open. Mark gently took your hand from the doorknob and pushed himself into your apartment. A cold breeze hit you in the face even as Mark’s body shielded you from whatever waited inside. Amy and Kathryn stood by the front door behind you as the boys flanked your sides, and everyone was on edge as their eyes scanned the tattered apartment.

The kitchen light flickered violently, and the trash bin had been knocked over when the wind kicked up. Cold air nipped at your exposed skin, and the hairs on your arms stood on end with instinctual warning. Couch pillows were torn, the TV was knocked over, and shards from the windows and ceramic plates scattered the floor and crunched as you walked over it. There were no signs of Corrupt other than the blackhole his presence caused, and you were beginning to grow discouraged at his absence. What if it was too late? What if he was out in the world?

A chuckle from Ethan’s room made your friends stop. Altogether, your heads turned to the dark hallway and your eyes focused on the outline of Ethan’s body as he stood in the threshold. “You came back to me,” Corrupt sighed happily before snarling, “but you brought guests.” His voice leaked venom and hatred, and you were well aware that Corrupt knew Ethan’s friends were more than capable of subduing him. Seeing Corrupt had stayed and waited for you to return sent a shiver down your spine.

“You aren’t allowed to be here,” you said. In a desperate attempt to appear brave, you pushed past Mark and Tyler regardless of them both reaching out for your hands. Corrupt tilted his head, questioning you silently as if your false bravado was as interesting as he made it out to be. A coy smile formed on Corrupt’s face, and you had to remind yourself that he was still in Ethan’s body meaning you couldn't punch him without hurting Ethan. You tried to recall ghost movies and what they used to defeat the demon, but you didn't want to move if Corrupt got jumpy.

Mark pulled you closer to himself, but you tore your wrist from his grasp and assured him that you were okay. Ethan needed you no matter how terrified you were; it was his body that was in jeopardy. Amy stepped up behind you in case Corrupt tried anything. “Such a pretty dove,” Corrupt hummed. His tar black eyes ran over you before he reached a hand out, inviting you to take it and allow him to lead you to wherever. When you didn't give him your hand, a cold wind tugged at you until your feet started to skid across the carpet and you fell into Corrupt.

Behind you, the sounds of your friends screaming in protest echoed in your ears as Corrupt dragged you into Ethan’s bedroom. The entire place was as trashed as it was before you left for help, and the door slammed shut and jammed behind you. There were scratches on it, a few looking more new than the last, but you didn't care for detail. You focused on the fact that Corrupt stood in the middle of the room and let you lean against the door. On the other side, your friends tried jiggling the doorknob or slamming their bodies through the wood. Their desperate cries made your heart constrict in anguish.

“Ethan doesn't deserve you,” Corrupt growled. Your back pressed against the door so closely that you could feel the wood vibrating as Mark repeatedly slammed his shoulder into it. Kathryn and Tyler were arguing over what to do and who to contact while Amy kicked and Mark pushed. They were running out of time, but not even you knew if they would get the door open soon enough. Corrupt had you alone and he was capable of anything. Your palms became sweaty as your brain offered detailed examples of the tortures Corrupt could put you through.

Corrupt took a step forward. “Be mine and I’ll leave him be,” the demon offered. Assuming the ‘he’ Corrupt talked of, Ethan was the one you would be trading for. It was a tempting offer, but you had no idea what would happen to you or your friends and the boy you loved. You’d be saving Ethan while condemning yourself in the process, and the possibility of your friends and Ethan feeing guilty or even blaming each other made you hesitate. For all you knew, Corrupt was going to kill you and keep Ethan as well. You wouldn't be surprised, but he hadn't killed you yet. That fact alone was enough to make you consider such a trade.

“Let him go,” you mumbled in acceptance. Taking the deal wasn’t prolonged because you didn't know what else to do. You faced the door and ordered your friends to stop, eyes raking over the splintered wood and the broken hinges. They were close to kicking the door in, but then what? “I’ve got to go. Tell Ethan I love him, okay?” Voice breaking, your words were soft and rushed as your friends quickly spoke up against the idea of you leaving. Ethan needed them more, plus he had fans and a life to get back to. Maybe Mark and the others would find a way to bring you back, but until then you were willing to ignore your friends and turn to Corrupt.

The entity grasped your hand and smirked villainously. Ethan’s room stilled, and you could no longer hear the pleading screams from Amy and Tyler or the crying of Mark and Kathryn. The air seemed to be sucked from the room, and the pressure squeezed your lungs until your eyes shut and the world went black. You felt your body collapse and bend at the knees, and a surge of pain enveloped your back and head as you collided with the floor. Time ceased to exist as you waited in the darkness.

Ever so slowly your hearing returned, starting with a high pitched ringing that morphed into full blown assault. You could feel the air pressure on your fingertips, and the heartbeat in your chest so strong it seemed to pull you closer to consciousness. The sound of Ethan’s voice woke you entirely, and your opened eyes focused on his face as he held you. His pupils were no longer black, but instead his eyes held tears as Ethan cried over your body and scolded you for entering the room with Corrupt. As your gaze shifted to the bedroom door, you watched while Mark kicked the space near the handle and sent the door crashing into the wall. Your friends crossed the room and knelt around you. The scent of their perfumes was suffocating, and their voices bombarded you with how loud they sounded. Your senses were heightened to the max, and your head pounded and vision blurred between blue and black and white.

“Where is he?” Your question had your friends stopping mid-sentence and glancing around the room, searching for Corrupt before they all shrugged. “Whatever you did,” Ethan said, “you saved me.” He finished by kissing your forehead, and the feeling of his lips made your blood boil. Ethan helped bring you to your feet. Everyone went ahead of you in case Corrupt lurked around the corner, and Ethan’s hand held tightly onto your own. You passed the mirror at your right, but tugged your hand from Ethan to get a closer look into the broken glass.

Your eyes were black and a wicked smile was etched onto your lips. Reaching a hand up to touch your face, your breath hitched when you felt there was no smile. You blinked in an attempt to clear your eyesight, but the headache returned and your vision went black and white. Ethan touched your shoulder and made you jump. “What’s wrong?” He wondered, head tilting as you continued to stare at your reflection.

“Nothing. Let’s get out of here,” you replied. It wasn’t what you wanted to say; you wanted to tell Ethan what you saw, but you couldn’t. Thoughts were blocked before you could voice them, and as Ethan slowly pulled you from the room you tossed one last glance back at the mirror. In it, Corrupt glitched between your body and his own and waved.

It was then you realized what Corrupt wanted all along: Ethan’s life for yours.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 years

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What are your headcanons for the Crankegos?? (Saw someone call Ethan's egos that and I LOVE that name!)

Ooooooooo I never thought anyone would ask.

*cracks knuckles* Well strap in because I have a LOT that I wanna share~ ^^

@yahoo-protection-squad Hope you don’t mind the tag, I figured you may like to read this, too.

Saintgameplays (Saint)

-He’s a pope, what do you expect?-He tries his best to keep up with the cool kids.-But he will lecture them if he catches them cursing.-Actually gets along with Wilford surprisingly well.-Integrates memes and Vine references into his teachings.-“And I say unto you: Adam and Eve are my OTP and the only thing I vape is the Holy Ghost. Amen” is his favorite.-Signature phrase is “Bless up fam”.-V terrified/wary of Dark, Anti, Blank, and Corroded.-If he has to be in the same room with any of them he will always carry Holy Water in a mini-spray bottle.-He’s actually a very good listener.-The other Crank/Iplier/Septic egos often go to him to confess or simply get things off their chest (e.g. Chase with his divorce and Wilford with the people he’s murdered) and he will always keep them a secret no matter what.-Just a v pure and good dude in general who has done no wrong.

Mad Mike (Mike)

-Runs an ice cream shop and an ice cream truck (changes outfits depending on which job he’s doing).-And he’s also a drug dealer-Once owned a successful business but it shutdown after many lawsuits regarding drugs being found in the frozen desserts.-To this day, though, he still sells them illegally just because he can.-A LOT little bit on the crazy and giggly side.-Anti and Wilford have taken a liking to him because of his insane nature and his clever and malicious schemes.-Does harbor a soft spot for kids, though, and will give them non-drugged ice cream sandwiches.-But even so Chase still doesn’t trust him around his kids.-Steals drugs from Dr. Iplier’s clinics after his drug ring became busted by Silver Shepherd and Jackieboy Man.-Likes to hum/sing his “Mad Mike” song a lot.-Loves to wink and say “wink-wonk”, too.-V flirtatious.-Always manages to evade the cops no matter what.-Has the quickest reflexes out of all the Crankegos, so he’s excellent at dodging gunfire and making quick escapes.

Corroded Crank (Corroded)

-One of two of Ethan’s dark egos.-Has a rusted, grey/brown skin tone.-Under the surface he has metal in place of bones and wires in place of veins, although his blood and organs are still human.-Eyes are hollow, empty sockets as opposed to being pure black.-Has incredibly neat handwriting even though his hand trembles violently when he writes.-Much like Anti he is capable of glitching around and creating hallucinations (mostly in the form of hushed, unintelligible whispers and clones of himself).-Also capable of inducing paranoia on his victims.-Despises Ethan because he believes he was only created to serve as a cheap “advertising strategy” for the 5-year anniversary posters.-Because of that he will threaten anyone who tries to use him for their own personal benefit.-Will also lash out at anyone who thinks he’s just “copying” the other dark egos.-Gets along well with Dark, Anti, and Blank.-Although at times he does like to tease Blank about his anxiety.-He is actually rather protective of Yahoo and doesn’t want anyone to take advantage of him, either.

Blankgameplays (Blank)

-The second, but less malicious, dark ego.-Is the literal embodiment of Ethan’s anxiety and nightmares.-Has very bad anxiety issues which cause him to mumble a lot and make mountains out of molehills.-He is somewhat self-conscious of his black eyes and is afraid he will scare people away if he looks at them.-Suffers from haphephobia, although he will accept hugs from people he considers as friends.-Hates being compared to Anti and Dark, as he does not wish to hurt his creator nor manipulate his fans.-Cries a lot, and when he does he sheds black, oil-like tears.-During a breakdown he’ll mumble unintelligible gibberish for a while without pausing to take a breath (his worst one had him mumbling for a solid hour).-Should that happen he’ll only accept comfort from either one of the other Crank egos (except for Corroded who only taunts him) or someone that he trusts.-If Mike finds him in such a state, he will sit next to him and offer him ice cream, the best type of comfort food.-Tries his best to be a kind person and break the stereotype that all “dark” egos are automatically evil.-Saint is still apprehensive of him, but eventually he does see the good he’s trying to do and warms up to him.-Loves wearing baggy jackets/hoodies.-He’s also fascinated by plants, even the wilted and dried-out ones.-Bim would often lend him a couple of his plants and teach him how to properly take care of them.

Yahoogameplays (Yahoo)

-A search engine android similar to Google and Bing.-Speaks in a soft and sincere tone of voice.-His primary adjective is to “Answer questions as quickly as possible”.-When charging, his eyes will glow purple.-When fully charged he feels more energized that ever, as he’ll bounce around, laugh, and hug any friend that may be in the vicinity.-His special feature is in his left eye, which, upon activation, allows him to take X-Ray scans, see through walls, detect infrared light, and acquire any new information that is not already in his files.-He’s always willing to lend a hand to anyone that needs it.-Saint often asks him to look up Vines/memes/anything that is currently trending for him to incorporate in his teachings.-He’ll assist Mike if he needs advice on how to run a shop or what drugs are not too lethal to put into ice cream…despite him not approving of his business whatsoever.-He is usually the one Blank goes to for comfort, as he knows how to help him through his anxiety attacks.-Has an intense fear of glitches and water, due to the fact both can short-circuit him and corrupt his systems.-Because of this he avoids Anti at all costs, but he’s fine around Corroded, who he sees as an older brother of sorts.

Bernice-The sort of “Mother Hen” and “Mama Bear” of the group.-Absolutely LOVES the color red.-Catch her at the dye shop at least once a month where she’ll make sure her hair stays a lovely crimson.-Loves red, black, and glittery makeup.-Can and will fight anyone who makes fun of the egos even if they just give them a funny look.-Her anger is equivalent to or even greater than Darkiplier’s so messing with her or her brothers is pretty much a death sentence-She loves her brothers dearly, although she doesn’t like that Corroded makes fun of Blank and is usually the one who steps in when she sees the bullying going on.- Has a v sassy personality but inside she’s a real softie.-Especially when it comes to her family or anything that has to do with animals.-9/10 she’ll cry over the pet rescue/shelter commercials.-Usually asks Yahoo to look up beauty tutorials for her.-May have asked Dark for advice on eyeshadow at some point.-She’s the one who suggested that Mike give kids drug-free ice cream sandwiches even though she disapproves of his shop in general.

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