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Vocal Mayhem FINAL

Summary: A magical accident during a meeting between the Iplier and Septic Egos leads to some interesting developments, some miscommunications and someone hiding a secret.

Pt. 1

Pt. 6

Pt. 7 FINAL

The trio didn’t exactly move swiftly, each slightly dreading what they were going to find as the building shook again and the yelling could be heard from a floor down. Dark shoved open the door and froze as he took in the scene in front of him.

The entire corner of the studio was missing, plaster dust still falling as a soft breeze from the woods filled the room, chunks of the floor and ceiling singed. The rest of the office was wrecked, burns, slashes, and glitches decorated everything within the room making it look like a corrupted video game. In a group stood the Googles, Bing, Anti and Jameson, their glitched out screams directed at Mark, Yan, King and Doc, their own morphed voices bouncing off of each other, no one really listening, not understanding the others. Further away the Jims huddled together behind one of the giant error signs that might have been a desk at one point, giggling to themselves as they recorded the altercation, RJ reporting as always even if no one else could understand him.

Wilford let out a low whistle as they slowly entered the room.

“Well, Well, Well,” Wilford announced loudly drawing everyone’s attention to the trio as Dark’s eye started twitching, aura withering across the floor.

“So who wants to explain before Darkie breaks all of your necks?” Wilford asked cheerfully as Bim shifted uneasily behind them.

“If I wasn’t in love with you I’d be mad about you calling me Darkie,” The demon growled, “But from you, it’s really cute.”

Unable to hear the actual meaning behind the haunting snarl, the egos shrunk back. The Jims still giggling into their microphones as they continued filming.

“Hey now,” Mark said with a weary grin, “No killing any of us. Even if we uh….” He glanced around the room, “Actually I can’t give a good reason for this…”

“I think it was mostly based on the fact too many of us trying to work together leads to disaster,” Doc spoke up before reeling back as the others turned to glare at him, “Don’t look at me like that, you know I’m right!”

“Honestly I still think we can all blame Mark for this!”Yandere said, earning a glare from his creator.

“Hey! I’m not the only one in on this! Plus I was like the only one that didn’t fuck up the room,”

“Obviously, moron,” Dark snapped, making the room freeze again, “You’re literally powerless and it looks like a nuke went off. Did you think anyone actually thought you did this? We aren’t idiots!”

Clearly Dark is drawing closer to throwing all of us into the void, Green projected in front of him, How about we at least try to figure out a solution to our problem instead of going to that icy hell?

Anti rolled his eyes taking Jameson’s pad, We all want Bim to fucking talk and the Jims did… something for some Jim reason. What’s there to figure out?

They all turned to look at Bim who crossed his arms tightly across his chest. Instead of saying anything he simply shook his head with a frown.

Come on Bim! Bing projected with a pout, There’s nothing to worry about! What could we possibly even do by knowing your first language?

With a roll of his eyes Bim pulled out his notepad, A Lot actually, why can’t you just leave me alone? And why the studio?!

WJ raised his hand, “We invited them here and let CJ and RJ have free range of the C4 we managed to find!”

“Great plan,” AJ chirped, smiling fondly at his two little brothers, “if I do say so myself!”

“Thank you, Jim!

“Any time Jims,”

“We can’t understand you gremlins,” Blue hissed only to flinch back at his bugged out voice box.

“Can everyone stop screaming?” King sighed, his squeaks being overlooked as Yan glared at Blue.

“Don’t be mean to them!” Yan protested, eyes flashing red. Mark placed a hand over the sheath to his ego’s katana.

“Hey, stop,” He ordered, “No stabbing Blue for being frustrated,”

Anti stepped back giggling to himself as the arguing rose louder again. Jameson turned to glare at him, as Bing spoke as quietly as he could to Blue.

Quit it

Reaching over Anti scribbled down, I can’t help it. This is great!

It’s not great! Dark is seriously getting ticked and I’m right there with him! This was supposed to be fun, not blowing the building to bits!

Eh. You win some you lose some.

I will box your ears, glitch

Try me, old man!

“Easy everyone,” Wilford called over them, his clipped words making them quiet for a second, but they just brushed past it, “Now come on everyone lets just calm down!”

“It’s no use Wil,” Doc sighed, rubbing his eyes, “They’re beyond reason,”

“Well Fuck you too Doctor,” Red said flipping the man off to get his point across even as he tried to talk Blue down from strangling the Jims.

Wilford turned his eyes towards their creator, “Mark help me!”

Mark raised an eye as he batted Yan’s hand away from his katana again, “I can control you lot about as well as Tyler can edit. What am I suppose to do?”

“I DONT CARE WHATS HAPPENING ANYMORE!”Dark’s voice boomed over all of them, the layers splitting and grinding against each other, “I’M SICK AND TIRED OF LISTENING TO YOU ALL WHINE AND SCREAM!”

The room froze, eyes glazing over as Dark continued, “I COULD BE KISSING WILFORD RIGHT NOW IN THE COMFORT OF MY OWN BED, BUT NO I HAVE TO DEAL WITH ALL YOUR PROBLEMS BECAUSE BIM FUCKING TRIMMER WON’T SPEAK? WHO HONESTLY CARES?!”

His eyes were black as he paced the room, ignoring as the Jims giggled, off in their own little world. Nor did he notice as Anti clamped a hand over his mouth, eyes bulging with mirth.

“WE’RE STUCK SPEAKING THIRTY-SEVEN DIFFERENT LANGUAGES BETWEEN ALL OF US AND YOU WANT TO WORRY ABOUT HIM? I’M ALMOST EMBARRASSED TO BE CONNECTED TO ANY OF YOU! SO INSTEAD OF SNUGGLING THE FUCK OUT OF MY ADORABLE CUTIE, I HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOU FUCKERS!”

“Dark, calm down,” Wilford said, raising his hands in front of him, “We can’t understand you, and frankly you’re scaring everyone,”

“Like that matters,” Dark grumbled, but pulled his aura back slightly, “They’re all scared of me anyway, but now I don’t even have to try now with this stupid spell! It takes all the fun out of making them piss their pants! I could just sing those Disney songs you like so much in an angry tone and I still might make Bim cry,”

“Well at least you got everyone to quiet down,” Mark laughed uneasily. Dark stared him dead in the eye.

“Well, well, well, what have we here? Sandy Claws, huh?” Dark said, eyes hard, “Oh, I’m really scared. So you’re the one everybody’s talkin’ about, ha, ha,”

Still can’t understand you, Red flashed in front of him.

“Do I look like I care?” Dark snapped glaring right back at him, “I would much rather be spooning my lovely candy cane, whispering sweet nothings to each other all night,”

A quiet snort sounded from near the doorway. The room turned as one to long and see Bim with a hand in front of his mouth. His shoulders were shaking.

“Oh great,” Dark mumbled, running a tired hand down his face, “Another one went completely insane.”

No sooner did the words leave his mouth then Bim collapse with laughter, the noise booming around the room in an eerily familiar manner as his knees buckled, arms wrapped tightly around his stomach.

No one could piece together what was happening as they shared baffled and uneasy looks.

“Bim?” Mark finally spoke up, moving towards his creation, “Everything okay?”

“D-d-” He gasped helplessly through the laughter, “Dark is a freaking sap! Millennium made!”

Mark stopped short, eyes widening as Bim suddenly stiffened, hand slapping over his mouth as a gasp filled the room.

There’s no way in hell… was the collective thought running through the room as Dark rolled his shoulders, cheeks darkening slightly.

“Bim, you’re a…” He let the sentence float off, it couldn’t be true after all. Bim, a demon?! It sounded like a story the Jims would report… and yet…

“Uhhh,” Bim gave a sheepish smile and a hopeless shrug.

“Whelp time to go!” AJ said, seemingly appearing next to Bim and linking arms with him. The other egos stared at him even if none of them could understand him. The other Jims popped up around Bim in quick succession.

“We got you, Boss!” WJ said taking his other arm as Bim groaned.

“I hate you stupid Imps so much,” He moaned making Dark’s eyes widen even more.

“You can’t seriously mean that they’re-”

“I’m sure you do boss,” CJ laughed, leaning on his shoulder as RJ dropped down and hugged his legs.

“Bye Not Jims!”

Oily black smoke overtook the five of them and suddenly they were gone.

“What…” Doc breathed into the heavy silence, “What just happened?”

Dark slowly pulled out his own black notepad and jotted down his thoughts before handing it over to Wilford.

“The five of them seemed to be playing us since the start,” Wilford read, “I would assume we won’t be able to find out for sure until they return as they can’t stay away forever, but I do believe that-” The reporter’s eyes widen as he wiped around to look at Dark, “You can’t be serious!”

Dark simply nodded prompting Oliver stepping forward head cocked to the side, What is it?

Wilford frowned, but continued reading, “it’s clear that on top of Bim being a demon, there is a high chance of the Jims being demonic as well.”

“WHAT?!”

It was four more days until their voices returned to normal, courtesy of a sleep-deprived Marvin, who instantly passed out as soon as the spell was lifted. The whole Office could feel tension lessen, but at the same time, it didn’t vanish. It didn’t help that they were coughing up black sludge for hours after the spell faded. The AIs were particularly frustrated by this fact since they shouldn’t be able to get sick in the first place.

The annoyance of the side effects couldn’t stop the anxious energy of the wait for the mystery they didn’t know they had to be answered.

It wasn’t for another three days after their voices had returned as they returned to their routine meetings did they find their five missing members.

Bim was standing where Wilford normally did, a power point already pulled up on the screen. The Jims were in their seats, grinning wickedly at the egos as they entered the room, giving the room a sense of unease that made them all remain silent as they took their seats.

“Nice for you boys to finally return to us,” Dark commented lowly as he entered the room, Wilford on his heels, “You have a good deal you need to explain.”

Bim gave a strained grin, “I hope you don’t mind I’m taking over the meeting.”

“I doubt anyone would allow Dark to carry on the regular meeting before you, Chap,” Wilford said, stealing Bim’s seat.

Bim looked over all of them before he let his eyes slip closed. His magic shimmered as he rolled his shoulders back. Snapping his eyes open deep violet curled ram horns skewed his hair, and his deep brown eyes he shared with all the Iplier’s were replaced by long glowing purple slits. He gave them all the easy grin he was known for, but it felt more sinister matched with his new fangs and other inhuman features.

“Let’s began, shall we?” He asked.

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