#wilford and chase will get the hugs they deserve

[ashiiplier]

come back to me pls. i took you for granted 💔

i need more of them interacting in my life. i need more of all of the egos interacting

#darkiplier #jacksepticeye egos #markipler egos #septiceye egos #ipliers egos #antisepticeye #antisepticeye vs darkiplier #please #give them back to me #I will take custody of them mark and sean #I will take care of them I promise #wilford and chase will get the hugs they deserve #mark & sean dm me for the paperwork

[iamvegorott]

Salt of the Sea Ch. 37 (End)

A New Sea

“We’re done.” Magnum’s voice was deep and echoed in the silence. A cut on his cheek drip blood into his beard. The cut came from the bullet that fired off towards the sky as he held Mark’s hand up by the wrist, preventing him from shooting himself. “Let him go,” Magnum said to the ones holding Mad. “We lost. We’re going home.” 

“Mare!” Mad rushed back to Mare, struggling to get him up. Phantom hissed at one of the strangers and took Blank’s hand, walking him over to the two. 

“Watch Blank. I’ll get him in the water.” Phantom said. 

“Are you letting them leave?” Mark tried to yank his arm back, but Magnum kept his grip. 

“Yes. We’ve done enough.” 

“Let go of me.” Mark tried to get away again. “I’m killing that fucking fish, getting my boys, and-” Mark’s last word came out as a gargle. The gun in his hand fell to the ground as his body went limp. Blood pooled out his mouth as one last gasp of air was coughing it out from the hole in his throat. Magnum let Mark go out of shock, his body falling with no resistance against the deck, not moving, not breathing...not living. 

Eyes all went from where the final shot came from, seeing Dark still aiming his own pistol from next to the ship’s wheel. Anti was holding his other arm while Wilford just stared down at the body with cold eyes, JJ hiding behind him. Robbie was kneeling nearby, eyes wide at all that he’s seen.

“Get off of my ship,” Dark said, lowering the pistol. 

x~x~x

Back on Mad’s island, with plans for a long-needed rest. Not long had passed since the killing blow and Dark sat at the shore, body curled up on itself as he stared into the sea with clouded eyes. He listened to the others around him, knowing they needed help but he couldn’t move. But he also knew no one was expecting him to anytime soon. 

“Should we want to go to his funeral?” RJ asked Wilford. 

“Do you want to?” Wilford asked back, caring a bundle of wood under his arm. JJ walked next to him with his own bundle.

“No,” CJ answered, his own arms crossed as the three walked towards Mad’s home where Yandere and Bim were working on the beginnings of a fire and Google and Bing were gathering some food. 

“You were so cool!” Robbie squealed, sitting next to Blank. 

“I don’t remember it.” Blank was hugging his own knees. 

“It’s okay. You’ll learn how to control it as you get older.” Mare reached up from the little water pit he was resting in. “Just know it’s a really cool power.” Mare pinched Blank’s nose and got a giggle from him. 

“I’m just glad you’re all okay.” Mad was sitting at the head of the pit, his own hands rubbing through Mare’s hair. 

“And Phantom has one hell of a story to tell us later,” Mare added.

“As does Jackie.” Henrik, content with Mare’s state, said as he stood; looking over at Phantom and Jackie who were running around with the four strangers named Yancy, Illinois, Mason, and Erin. Their own story not seeming to be over just yet by the sounds of it. 

“I told you, I’m fine.” Anti squirmed away from Chase and Marvin. “It was barely a scratch.” 

“You can’t blame us for worrying.” Marvin chuckled. “Now, go on.” He added with a gesture of his head towards Dark. 

“Young love,” Chase added with his own chuckle when Anti took off running. 

“We’re not that old.” Marvin lightly nudged Chase in the side. 

“He’s not physically injured,” Edward commented when Anti got near and stopped.

“Physically?” Anti didn’t catch why Edward made that clarification. 

“He’s not going to be feeling the best in his head for a while.” Edward wasn’t sure how to word what was going on to a Siren. “Mark wasn’t...kind to him for many years and he just killed him.” 

“Shouldn’t he be happy then?” Anti knew the rush of a kill, a deserved kill, was something to thrive for. Was it different for humans? 

“It’s complicated and something we’ll help him with.” Edward nodded his head and gently placed a hand on Anti’s shoulder. “Something you’ll be able to help him with a lot without even knowing it.” 

“Okay?” Anti still didn’t understand. But all he knew was that Dark was sad and he wanted to change that. 

“I won’t keep you any longer.” Edward removed his hand and walked away, going for where Henrik was.

Anti didn’t even hesitate and he went straight to Dark, sitting himself down next to him and laying his head on his shoulder, softly purring. Dark didn’t react at first, letting the moment process before finally leaning into Anti as well. 

“Long day,” Dark spoke softly. 

“Just a bit.” Anti giggled. “Edward said that you’re hurt but you’re not...hurt?” 

“Like him to be worried.” Dark sighed. “Can’t blame him, too much has happened today that’ll be a lifetime of thoughts.” 

“Why?” Anti lifted his head. 

“The mind’s a damned thing that overworks.” Dark took Anti’s hand with his own, seeing that the usual webbing between his fingers was just barely there in this form, looking human from a distance.

“I won’t understand anytime soon, will I?” Anti wiggled his fingers. 

“No. But that’s okay. As long as you’re here with me.” Dark used his other hand to hold Anti’s face and kissed him. 

“Hey lovebirds!” Wilford called from the now blazing fire. “We still have a wedding to plan!” 

“You’re not planning our wedding, Wilford,” Google said while Bing laughed loudly. 

“I can at least help.” 

“Absolutely not. You are just attending.” 

“I don’t even get to be a groomsman?” 

“You’re about to lose your invitation if you keep this up.” 

“You can’t un-invite me.”

“Try me.” 

Dark and Anti both laughed as they got up, hands still intertwined as they joined the others. It wasn’t long till they were involved with the...loud discussion of Google and Bing’s wedding. Dark flashed Anti a smile and Anti smiled back, looking over to where he’d kept a special shell hidden that he planned on using when the night calmed. 

Knowing that they were in for a lifetime together and many more chaotic adventures to come. 

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#danti #salt of the sea #siren tales trilogy #we did it fam! #here's to waiting for the spin-off/sequel Inturrupted Isolation! #Hopefully we're still wanting that ^_^''

[bing-fucker]

Ooooo I would very much like to see Wilford or someone fucking JJ during family movie night and yeah JJ is already quiet and yeah, everyone else in the room has fucked him before, but he's still biting his lips and trying to keep in all his little pants and gasps and be all sneaky like with it (ofc everyone else knows what's happening, but they're not gonna say anything that might disrupt it bc JJ looks so pretty when he's getting his brains fucked out)

Okay so before we get into it, a li'l explanation of how the Septics are arranged during movie nights; Marvin, Jameson, and Jackie sit on the couch, usually with Marvin and Jameson cuddling. Chase sits on a recliner, usually and is usually in charge of the remote. Henrik generally sits on the ground with Robbie, or on a loveseat against the wall by the couch. If Anti shows up, he generally sits on the ground in front of Jameson or Marvin so they'll play with his hair. None of that matters, but it's important to me that you know that.

Also! I couldn't think of an excuse for Wilford to be in movie night unless all the other Ipliers were there, and if that was the case, Jameson wouldn't let Wilford fuck him. Too many people. And we haven't gotten enough of Chase. So we get some Mean Daddy Chase (he's not actually mean, he just likes teasing). Endings a li'l weak and a cop out to avoid writing the orgie that occured, but oh well.

Warnings: Exhibitionism, teasing, slight degradation, Chase does make a slightly ableist comment, but he doesn't mean for it to be that way, daddy kink (I feel like Chase just as a whole has a daddy kink). As always, ask me to add any warnings!

Chase was planning something. Chase had been planning something for a while now. Movie nights were fun, sure, but they were getting a bit boring. There were no good movies out lately, and they'd already watched their whole collection of DVDs. So it was only right that Chase do something to entertain his friends!

"Hey, Jamie," Chase said, smiling. "Do you wanna sit with me tonight?"

Jameson looked over and nodded, smiling brightly. Marvin pouted briefly, but smiled when Jameson hugged him and went over to Chase. Chase grinned and pulled Jameson into his lap, dramatically kissing Jameson's cheek and making the little gentleman laugh.

"All righty, settle down," Chase laughed, tickling Jameson's ribs lightly before settling back against the chair. Jameson smiled and leaned against Chase's chest, tucking his head under the older's chin. Chase smiled and covered them both with a blanket, looping his arms around Jameson's waist innocently.

"V'hat are you plannink?" Schneep asked, looking at the pair skeptically.

"Can't I just want to cuddle with my friend?" Chase replied, snuggling Jameson closer.

"I don't trust you," Schneep muttered, turning back to whatever movie that Chase had put on for background noise of his plan.

Chase laughed and settled in to pretend to pay attention to the movie. Jameson squirmed slightly to get more comfortable and Chase gently gripped his hips to still him. The movie was boring. Which was exactly what Chase had wanted. He could already tell that Jackie was close to falling asleep from boredom, and they were only about fifteen minutes in. Chase wanted to wait a bit longer, so he supposed it was lucky that Marvin was texting Jackie memes in the groupchat to keep him awake. Jameson was also getting bored, but he was far too polite to bring it up. He always got squirmy when he got bored, and with him sitting in Chase's lap, it wasn't exactly conducive to waiting for further into the movie.

"Jamie, calm down," Chase muttered, gripping Jameson's hips tightly to still him.

"Sorry," Jameson signed, blushing faintly and stilling.

About an hour into the movie, Jameson's squirming reached a peak. Chase laughed softly as the gentleman practically bounced unhappily, a bit like a kid in a boring class. Which was sort of amusing to watch, but also unfortunate for the erection that had been growing for a while in Chase's jeans. Chase smirked slightly and pulled Jameson against his chest, gently resting his hand on top of Jameson's crotch. Jameson stilled, blushing a bit more.

"Something wrong, Jamie?" Chase purred quietly, gently grinding his palm against Jameson's crotch. Jameson gasped softly, blushing more and weakly grinding against Chase's hand. The gasp, soft as it was, seemed to at least gather Jackie's attention, as he turned towards the pair. Chase smirked and moved the blanket to the side, letting the hero see as he pushed his hand down Jameson's pants and gently stroked him.

"Chase," Jameson signed shakily, blushing brightly. "Chase, we are with the others!"

"Yes, I am aware," Chase replied, slowly pushing Jameson's pants down his thighs and grabbing the small bottle of lube from his own pocket. He had planned for this, after all. Jameson blushed more and bit his lip, trying to silence his gasps further as Chase carefully pushed two lubed fingers into him. Across the room, four of the others remained oblivious for now, but Jackie stared with a deep blush.

"Chase," Jameson signed, biting his lip and trying not to pant too loudly.

"I know, baby," Chase replied, hooking his free arm under Jameson's leg, lifting and spreading it so Jackie could see his fingers moving inside of Jameson. "Does it feel good, baby?" Jameson nodded, gasping as Chase's fingers crooked against his prostate. Jackie groaned softly at that, drawing Marvin's attention first to Jackie and then to Chase and Jameson.

"Holy shit," Marvin muttered, shifting to hide his growing erection- a change from Jackie, who was rather blatantly palming himself.

"Jamie~" Chase purred, leaning down and kissing Jameson's neck gently. Jameson opened his eyes to look at Chase, pupils blown wide. "Do you want more, baby? You want daddy to fuck you?" Jameson gasped and nodded, rocking down against Chase's fingers desperately.

"I dunno if you deserve to, baby," Chase replied, lifting Jameson's leg higher to tease him. "You were pretty squirmy earlier, baby. Weren't very nice to daddy, were you?" Jameson blushed and shook his head, looking at Chase with a pout.

"I think I should get to have my fun for a bit longer, baby," Chase purred, watching Marvin hit Anti's head and point over to Chase and Jameson. Chase grinned and pushed another finger into Jameson, drawing another gasp from the gentleman that got Schneep and Robbie's attention. Jameson closed his eyes again, biting his lip.

"Do you think the others don't see you?" Chase purred. "For a mute, you're very loud, baby. They can all see you, baby. See what a slut our little gentleman really is~" Jameson blushed more, hesitantly opening his eyes before quickly squeezing them shut again at how much everyone was staring at him.

"I z'hink z'hat's enough teasink, Chase," Henrik cut in, watching the pair.

Chase looked over at him and frowned. "I suppose so," he replied, pulling his fingers out of Jameson and letting go of his leg. Jameson turned and hid his face in Chase's neck, gasping softly as Chase slowly pushed his cock inside of him.

"There we go, baby," Chase groaned, once again lifting Jameson's legs and letting the others watch as his cock moved in and out of Jameson. "You feel so good, Jamie~ Your little hole takes me in so eagerly~"

Jameson gave a whining gasp, pressing his face further against Chase's neck. Chase grinned and moved faster, releasing Jameson's hip and gripping the gentleman's jaw to turn his face toward their audience.

"C'mon, baby," Chase purred, kissing Jameson's cheek gently. "Look at your audience, baby. Look at how much they all love watching daddy fuck your slutty little hole~" Jameson blushed and hesitantly opened his eyes, looking out at the others. Jackie and Marvin at this point were making out, Marvin in Jackie's lap and both grinding against each other as they watched Jameson and Chase. Robbie and Anti were both blatantly jerking themselves off, and the only one who seemed mostly unaffected was Schneep, who offered Jameson an encouraging smile.

"See," Chase purred, fucking Jameson harder. "Look how much they love you~" Jameson gasped louder, rocking his hips down against Chase desperately as he came, dirtying his shirt with a deep blush.

"Look at that," Chase teased. "Look how quick you came, just from me fucking you~" Jameson blushed deeply, shuddering with after shocks that quickly sent Chase over the edge as well. Jameson blushed and relaxed against Chase, hiding his face shyly.

"Well," Anti purred, standing and going over to Jameson and Chase. "I think it's a bit unfair if only you two get some fun, hm~?"

"As long as our baby agrees, I don't see why not," Chase replied, grinning. Jameson blushed and reached up, gripping Anti's shirt with shaky hands before pulling him into a kiss.

It was most definitely going to be a long night.

[likingletsplays]

The Nightmares (2/?)

Eric slurped down this third cup of coffee. Anti and half the egos had already left to the studio to work on their newest project.

“How you holding up? You look really tired today.” Bim said walking up to Eric and resting his hand on his shoulder.

Eric smiled halfheartedly, “I’m holding up. I’ve gone with much less s-sleep then this.” Eric answered and turned to face Bim, “I thought you were working on the project with all the other egos.”

“Nope. Well not today at least. They won’t need me until Wednesday. What were you going to do today?” Bim asked pushing his hands into his pockets.

Eric stood and walked around the counter placing his empty cup in the sink, “I w-was going t-to de-weed t-the garden.”

“Would you like help with the garden? I also know Randal wanted to show you the goat pin he built for you.” Bim said

I w-would like t-the help. . I haven’t b-been out t-there in t-the last couple days due t-to our new guests a-and I need t-to make s-sure t-the plants a-are t-taken care of. I’m s-sure Randal did a-amazing on t-the pin b-but I’ll go s-see him a-and it once the garden is done.” Eric said walking out of the kitchen and down the hallway, Bim only a few steps behind

“Busy cause of our guests?” Bim repeated a small devilish smile coming to his lips as he caught up with Eric, “Do you mean the fact that you helped clean their rooms so they would be ready or your incessant staring at Anti you’ve been doing since yesterday?”

Eric felt his face warm. He pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and began to rub it between his fingers, “I don’t s-stare. I…a-admire from a-afar.”

“There isn’t anything wrong with liking what you see,” Bim said nudging Eric, “But I don’t know how you get past the blood that is always coming from his neck. But at the same time people don’t understand how Google and I work so who am I to judge?”

Eric pushed the door open for Bim, “T-the b-blood doesn’t b-bother me. It would b-be like looking at papa W-Wilford differently b-because of his pink hair. It is just a-a part of A-Anti.”

Bim nodded in agreement, “Where are we starting?”

“T-the s-squash. T-they a-are ripe enough t-to pick a-and I don’t w-want t-them going b-bad. T-then w-we can s-start on t-the w-weeds b-by t-the carrots. I hope w-we get t-through t-the w-whole garden t-today.” Eric explained. Bim nodded and both men worked on the garden. Bim stopped twice to go inside and get them water to drink then they stopped for lunch. Eric and Bim stood in the bathroom for about five minutes trying to get rid of the dirt from their arms and under their fingernails.

Both men walked into the kitchen and were surprised to see it so full. Almost every ego was inside the kitchen. “Hey babe.” Blue said walking up to Bim and wrapping his arm around Bim’s shoulders.

“I thought you guys were going to be recording late.” Eric heard Bim say as he pushed his way through the egos. He finally made it to the counter and grabbed one of the sandwiches stacked on the plate.

“Your pretty agile for someone as small as you are.” Eric spun around and saw Anti smiling and standing a few feet behind him.

“Just b-because I’m s-short doesn’t mean I can’t get t-through a crowd.” Eric replied swallowing his bite half-chewed.

“What have you been up to today?” Anti asked leaning against the counter

“I’ve b-been gardening. W-what a-about you?” Eric asked shuffling slightly closer to Anti as Host walked behind him narrating under his breath.

“I’ve been helping Dark and Chase figure out where they actually want this video to go. We had an idea what we wanted to do,” Anti explained pausing to take a bite out of his own sandwich, “but that’s all we really had. So now we need to figure out what to do.”

Eric nodded, “W-won’t you b-be t-tired from everything you’re doing t-today?”

Anti smirked, “Slightly why do you ask?”

“I don’t w-want t-to keep you up if you need s-sleep.” Eric responded stumbling forward as Bing and Chase shoved their way through to the sandwiches.

Anti’s arms wrapped around Eric pulling him back to his feet. Eric felt like his chest had just erupted in his chest. He couldn’t think; he could distantly hear Chase and Bing apologizing. He looked up to Anti’s smiling face as his arms slowly released Eric.

“You aright?” Anti asked. Eric nodded mutely wishing that Anti’s arms were around him again. He quickly finished his sandwich and turned to face the Ego; starting to plan his way of exit through all the body’s. Right as he was about to go Anti’s hand wrapped around his wrist pulling him back to the counter.

“Eric I don’t care how much sleep I loose. I don’t even care if I get none the entire time I’m here,” Anti lightly traded his black fingernails under Eric’s eyes, “you are someone that demands attention even when you don’t try. My eyes follow you through any room and any crowd. You deserve piece from your nightmares. I’ll meet you by the fire tonight around seven.” And with that Anti released Eric. He turned to face Wilford who had just shrugged his way to the counter on the other side. Eric felt like he was in a daze walking through the crowd.

He didn’t realize he was out in the garden until Bim shook his shoulders and it brought him crashing back into reality, “Eric what’s wrong?”

Eric blinked several times, “Nothing is wrong. I just feel like I got my heart stolen by someone who doesn’t even know he has it.”

“What did he say to you?” Bim asked sitting down by Eric.

“He was just being nice,” Eric replied shrugging his shoulders. He idly pulled a few weeds out, “But I can’t stop thinking about it. How is it that I can fall for someone who I’ve only known for a few days?”

Bim bit his lip, “At least your eyes are open to the fact you like him. Google felt like he was slightly blind sighted.” “Yes I know I like him,” Eric grumbled, “But from what I’ve seen of his interactions with everyone else he pretty much acts the same with everyone.”

“Eric,” Bim said slowly, “You have to accept that with liking someone. There is a possibility that they won’t like you back. There is also a possibility that he does like you. Just keep that in mind.”

Eric nodded and turned to focus on the job at hand. He slowly worked his way through the rest of the garden with Bim. They had to completely dig out the carrots because they had waited too long to pull them up. After that he made his way to the goat pin.

“Randal, t-this is…” Eric said as the man stood up. He was lost for words. Randal had made it exactly as he had asked and added a water system that he hadn’t even thought of.

“So it works?” Randal asked smiling.

“It is more t-then I could have hoped for.” Eric said jumping over the small fence and pulling Randal into a hug. “You s-should s-sleep w-well t-tonight.”

“Whys that? Too tired again to dream?” Randal asked

“I don’t t-think I w-will b-be in t-the room t-tonight.” Eric admitted opening the gate for Randal.

“Where will you be? Going on a date?” Randal joked leading the way back to the house for dinner.

“No. I’m a-attempting t-to get more help for my nightmares.” Eric said hating that he blushed when Randal had asked if it was a date.

“If you say so bud.” Randal said walking in the house and disappearing down the hall as Eric detoured to the bathroom. He washed his hands again and walked down the hall to the kitchen.

Dinner smelled heavenly. Yan must be trying a new recipe with Red. He walked into an almost empty kitchen. Red and Yan stood close to each other laughing. Bim was having a hushed conversation with Ed Edger while Host and Dr. Iplier were standing next to each casually holding hands. Eric turned his eyes to the table and saw that dad sat at the table. Eric walked cautiously to the table “Hi dad.”

Derek turned his eyes to him and glared, “You’re an embarrassment. Go clean your face you stop in the bathroom but can’t take the time to get the smudges of dirt from your face? Fucking idiot.”

“You s-said you s-stopped drinking.” Eric responded quietly not wanting to draw the other egos attention.

“Mind your busyness boy. Once you’re something to be proud of…that’s the day I’ll stop drinking.” Derek growled pulling a flask from his pocket and taking a swig.

Eric nodded, feeling the burn of tears in his eyes. He turned quickly from his father not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing his tears. He walked back down the hallway and almost to the bathroom.

“Eric.” Anti said jogging down the hall to meet him at the door, “Are you ok?” he asked his eyes looking at Eric’s red eyes.

“Yeah I’m fine. I just got dirt in them. I need t-to w-wash my face.” Eric replied.

“Can I join you?” Anti asked holding up two very bloody hands. Eric’s eyes widened in shock, “Its fake.” He explained smiling.

“Yeah.” Eric said smiling back. They walked in and Anti began to clean his hands while Eric grabbed a towel and cleaned his face.

“Would you like help with that?” Anti asked drying his now clean hands.

“if you w-want.” Eric said feeling his face warm as Anti stepped closer to him, wrapped his left hand behind Eric’s head and began to gently clean his face with his other hand. He dragged the cloth across his forehead and down his right cheek.

“All clean.” Anti breathed stepping back and releasing Eric. “I’ll see you at dinner.” Eric watched Anti leave. Eric took a few deep breaths and then headed back to the kitchen.

It was once again full, but instead of everyone crowding around the island they were all sitting at the table. Eric quickly scanned the table and saw only two seats open; one by his father and one by Anti. He bit his lip not wanting to seem like he was too eager to spend time with Anti but he also didn’t want to deal with his father. Anti turned in his chair and motioned for Eric to join him. He didn’t really have much a choice. He sat next to Anti Oliver on his other side.

They all sat talked joked and ate dinner. The mood was very happy down the table. Eric turned his attention away from Randal to ask Anti something and stopped before he opened his mouth. Anti had his body turned completely towards Dark.

He patted the mans hand laughing. “Dark you always know how to make my heart sore.” Anti said

“I only ever want to make it sore.” Dark replied. Eric gritted his teeth and turned back to his plate not really wanting to talk anymore. He was the first one done eating.

He stood up to take him empty plate to the sink when Anti turned his attention to him, “Eric meet me in the front room at seven?”

Eric nodded plastering a fake smile across his lips, “Yeah I’m going to take a shower and I’ll meet you there.” he quickly left before anyone, namely Randal who knew him best, could ask any questions. He quickly did his dish then left to take a shower.

A few minutes later he stood under the hot water. His eyes were closed and he felt so stupid. There was no way that someone like Anti could like him. Of course he would be attracted to someone who held a higher position in the house. Maybe Dark was with him and Wilford? But at the same time it didn’t make any since. Wilford didn’t seem like the sharing type. He pushed his thoughts away and finished his shower. He got dressed and made his way to the front room. He was fifteen minutes early but Anti was waiting in the blue chair.

Eric sat down across from him and hated the way his heart jumped when Anti smiled at him. “So this is generally a simple thing to do. I have to be able to touch some part of your skin, even your fingertips work and it will allow me to enter your dream or nightmare with you.” Anti said Eric nodded folding his hands in his lap his fingers itching to play with his yellow handkerchief.

“Can I a-ask you a-a question?” Eric asked unable to resist the pull of his handkerchief and began to pull it through his fingers.

“Of course.” Anti said leaning back in his chair.

“Are you single?” Eric whispered his eyes dropping to his lap. He needed to know. He needed to know if he was dating Dark and Wilford. It would at least bring peace to his mind.

Anti licked his lips and smiled, “I am single but I’ve had my eye on someone. And from what I’ve been able to gather form the others that I’ve talked to…he is single too.”

 Eric looked up from his lap and before he could stop himself Eric blurted out, “the guy your into is with someone.”

Anti frowned, “oh….I’m sorry I didn’t mean to step over boundaries.” Anti cleared his thought, “So I’ll use a chair tonight then and we could do this in your room?”

“No my room w-won’t work.” Eric answered quickly thinking of Randal who needed sleep probably more than Eric did himself.

Anti pursed his lips, “Alright then we can do this in my room? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. There isn’t really room for a chair in my room either.” “W-well w-we could s-share a bed.” Eric breathed feeling his face redden.

“And you’ll be ok with that?” Anti asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Eric nodded, “Full disclosure, I don’t s-sleep w-with my prosthetics. I don’t w-want you t-to b-be caught off guard.”

Anti chucked, “Eric I wouldn’t expect you to. That would be like asking me to not have blood dripping from my neck. You need to be comfortable for this to even work.” Anti stood up looked like he was going to offer his hand to Eric then thought better of it. “You ready?”

Eric stood “yeah let’s do t-this.” They walked down the hallway and Eric stopped next to his room, “I’ll b-be t-there in a-a minute.”

Anti waved his hand rolling his eyes, “You do what you need to do Eric.”

Eric walked into the room and felt his hands shaking. Green and Randal sat on Randal’s bed their mouths looking like they were fused together. “s-sorry.” Eric said quickly averting his eyes and grabbing his pillow. “Good night.” He rushed from the room. He walked into Anti’s room and stood frozen. Anti stood in boxers his eyes locked on Eric.

“Give me a moment I have to find my sweats.” Anti said quickly a flush coming over his face.

“Sorry I didn’t mean…” Eric said staring a moment too long at Anti. He closed the door behind him and turned his back on Anti. He made his way to the bed. He sighed with pleasure as he pulled his prosthetics off. He laid on the bed pulling the covers up with his eyes closed to give Anti privacy. After a few moments he felt the bed dip with Anti’s weight. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Anti.

“So I’m going to just touch your arm and then I’ll be able to join you.” Anti said leaning over and turning off the bed side lamp.

“Ok.” Eric replied his eyes still on where Anti should be. He felt Anti’s warm hand press against his bare arm. Suddenly green and red light burst into existence. After blinking a few times Eric could see the red and green light was coming from Anti’s eyes. His eyes looked like they were made of shattered glass; the green and red splintering away from his pupil to the edge of his iris.

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One Man Show (pt. 4)

 Lost and Found  

    “Wilford, we need to talk.”

    His best friend’s face is drawn. The darkened marks beneath his eyes have grown larger and make him look hollow and tired. Wilford immediately wants to hug him but feels like if he tried, Dark would snap at him. “Dark, about the moving thing…”

    “I want you to take the others and go.”

    Wilford shakes his head. “Now listen, old boy. I know you don’t… Wait, what? You want me to leave?” Wilford feels something in his chest twist up tight. He never thought Dark would be so quick to let them go.

    Dark shuts his eyes slowly with a thin sigh. “You should leave. You all deserve to live in a place that would make you happy.”

    “But you’ll come with us, won’t you?” Wilford smiles and hooks his thumbs in his suspenders only for Dark to shake his head.

    “No, Will.”

    The pink Ego droops a little but doesn’t lose his smile. “W-why not? You belong with us. We’re a… we’re a family, right?” Of course they were, Dark had said so himself. And Dark never lies to Wilford. Right?

    “I can’t leave this place, not for very long. I’m tied to it.” Dark places a hand on the wall of the hallway they’re standing in and stares at the dark wood. “But that doesn’t mean that you and the others should have to stay here, too.”

    Wilford wiggles his fingers at his sides in excitement. “But how do you know that you can’t leave? Have you ever tried staying away? We could do an experiment like the Googles and see what happens!”

    Dark gives Wilford a wry smile. “I’ve tried. How many times have I had to chase you down and find you?” Dark ruffles the front of Wilford’s fluffy pink hair, tossing it into his eyes. “And every time I feel drawn back here, to this place where it all started. I can’t stay away, and I won’t leave. I’m sorry.”

    Wilford puffs out a breath to blow his hair out of his eyes, but it only flops back down in front of them. How many times has Dark come to find him? How many times was he worried to death all because of Wilford? “But Dark, I don’t want to be anywhere without you!” He brushes back his hair in frustration. “Come on, just give it a try! It’s worth a shot, right?”

    “I told you, I can’t, Will.” Dark waves his hand and materializes Damien’s cane. Wilford stares at it, his brow wrinkling in confusion. It seems almost familiar. “But I want you to go so that you can take care of the others, and I think this will help you… remember some things so that you’re ready.”

    Slowly, Wilford reaches towards the cane and takes it in his hand. When he does, the mansion shifts around him. The light changes directions as Wilford stands there with eyes wide. As everything settles back into place, Wilford finds that he’s no longer standing across from Dark. There are two people looking back at him now, a man and a woman. Red and blue.

    “Colonel, old boy, it’s good to see you again.” Damien takes Wilford’s hand between both of his own and squeezes like it’s a lifeline. “It’s been so long!”

    Celine puts her hand on Wilford’s arm and smiles at him. “Colonel, darling, where have you been hiding all this time?”

    Wilford’s world comes crashing down around him. Red and blue, those faces that he wanted to remember, that he had to remember. Time and madness had stolen them away from him, but now they’re back. They’re here, in this place where they all lived together in those happy distant days that slipped through Wilford’s hands.

    But when he stops to think about it, he could sense them everywhere: in the manor, in that cursed mirror, even in his best friend. And now it makes so much sense. The hint of red and blue that he always found, like signs that they were watching after him all along.

    Wilford pulls them in, wrapping his arms around them and squeezing them tight as his heart swells and tears flood down his cheeks. “I found you, I found you, finally.”

    And Dark smiles and leans into Wilford. “Yes, you found us, and now we never have to be apart again.”

    The next day, Henry and Chica scamper around the entryway to the manor, sniffing everything they encounter and wagging their tails happily as the Egos dote on them. Doc hugs Henry and scratches behind the dog’s ears as the Host stands to the side where Mark is.

    “There’s apparently some complications with the Googles. One of them went missing yesterday.” Bim shakes his head and sets his luggage to the side as Amy gives him a hug.

    “We should help them find him!” Amy pulls back, but Bim is already shaking his head.

    “No way, those androids do everything on their own. They don’t like accepting help, at least not from us.” Bim crosses his arms over his chest. “So, they won’t be coming today, but maybe eventually… They certainly have no loyalty to Dark to speak of.”

    Mark finishes his short conversation with the Host and walks over to Amy. “Alright folks, are we ready to move out?”

    But Amy is still looking down the hallway, waiting. “Just give him five more minutes, okay? Maybe he’s just taking a long time to get his things together…”

    Mark glances over at Bim, and the TV host doesn’t seem to be optimistic. Dr. Iplier stands and puts a hand on Amy’s shoulder. “Maybe he’ll come with the Googles, Amy.”

    “No, he’s going to come. I know it.” Amy feels tears pricking in the corners of her eyes. “He has to know that Dark is only using him.”

    But they wait and they wait, and Wilford never comes. Mark puts an arm around Amy’s shoulders. “Come on. You can come back to see him tomorrow.” And with that, the other Egos gather up their things and leave the house. They don’t notice the glowing green eyes of the small, black cat watching them from the stairway, its tail flicking with interest as the doors swing shut behind them.

#darkiplier #wilford warfstache #markiplier #amy nelson #the host #dr. iplier #bim trimmer #one man show #one man show part 4

[estrapotato]

Bloodaverage

Uh I'm no writer by any means but hey I tried

Small warning: this contains death, blood, a gun shooting and no happy ending, feel free to tell me if I missed anything.

Tagging some people that I feel would like to see this???? @huffle-puff-ego @sirkawaiipotato

He was starting down at his hands covered in blood. He couldn't remember how he got there... How did he...?

Earlier in the month...

He started to wake up and move a little before feeling something restrict his movement, he open his eyes and tried to look around only to be welcomed with darkness.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to go and drink last night. Panic started to set in as he heard static on the air, God he hated that sound. A distorted laugh engulfed the entire room.

"Well, well, well. If isn't the dad of the yeah huh" anti continue to laugh as he watched Brody struggle against his restraints.

"Don't even bother. I made those for higher demons and a human is useless against them." Anti grinded

"Time to ask for a favor.

Chase wanted to ask. To scream but he couldn't. He was terrified, he listened anti staring to chant something; candles started to light up and soon chase found himself in the middle of what he could only imagine was a pentagram.

Soon smoke started to envelope him making it harder and harder to breath; soon enough chase passed out for the lack of oxygen and entity took control over his body.

Anti stopped once the smoke entered Chase's body.

"I need to ask for a favor and I know you always ask for something in exchange and so I'm going to gi-" he was interrupted by the entity.

"He is not wordy."

"What do you mean? You always ask for a body!" Anti snarled

"He is not wordy. I will not stay in this body. If you do not have anything else I will not stay in this mortal relam nor lend you any of my power. If you do not have anything else to offer I will be leaving now."

"You can't do that! I ha-" Anti was going to say more but soon as the smoke enter chase's body it exited. Anti screamed as he hit a near by wall. He couldn't believe this. All his hard work only to get let down. Truly chase was the scum of the scum. He simply zapped him into his respective room and started to clean up everything.

Chase woke up as he just had a nightmare. He was shaking and looked around trying to figure out if he just had a nightmare or it actually happened. She sighed in relief after he saw nothing wrong.

Finally he got up from bed and started to get ready for a new day. After all this is the month where he is allowed to see his kids.

Little did he know that the remains of the smoke like demon where still inside his body.

Chase went on his normal day as usual, having breakfast, pretending to be jack, going to his job and getting into their home at the same time when dinner was being made.

He greeted everyone before getting into his room and changing clothes. Today he felt a little extra tired but it was nothing bad, he could deal with it.

Chase walked into the kitchen once everything was on the table, he eat in silence as the other egos talked about their day. He took a long sip of his beverage before looking down at it's content and then spitting everything out once he saw it red. Everyone looked at him in surprise, he was more surprised when his beverage wasn't red.

"Chase are you alright bud?" Marvin spoke softly as he was the one who was closer to chase.

"Yeah! I'm sorry I felt something and panic but I think it was just a bubble don't worry about it"

And everyone believed in word. They didn't have reasons on why they shouldn't.

Chase went on like that for a week. A couple of accidents happened again but he blamed it on the fact that he had too much stress going on now, plus he was planning on what he was going to do with his kid when he was going to see them, for now he just kept his normal routine.

Another week passed and he was getting worse. He had to stopped checking whatever he was drinking because of the fear of looking down and seeing blood.

The next week he had to go with the ipliers. No one could and so he had to... On his free day..

Chase groaned as he rubbed his eyes, he was still sleepy but he needed to do this.

Dark great him on the door, letting chase enter the door, they where going to discuss some future video ideas. Everything went normal and at last he left. Sadly destiny was cruel and made an accident happen. Just as chase was exiting the building a loud bang was heard. Last thing he saw was dark trying to reach for him before everything went dark forever.

Wilford watched in shock, he didn't mean to but he was going to get up again wasn't he? He quickly walked up to dark.

"I'm sorry dark... It was an accident! I was cleaning my gun and I accidentally shot..." Wilford was playing with his straps as he saw that dark was just staring at the body before he sighed.

"Call the septics and tell them what you did. They will decide what happens next." And with that dark walked away putting his hands behind his back.

And so Wilford called. He didn't understand why Henrik started crying when he told the news.

The next week the funeral was made. Everyone cried and hugged each other, the septics couldn't believe it. Someone who worked so hard and didn't deserve to die was now gone.

Even anti showed up at the funeral. He looked lost in thought. Why didn't chase revived? He was loved by the fans so why did he stay dead? Anti shrugged, maybe they have limits or who knows.

Another week passed. It was raining. A week since our dear chase Brody passed away. It was raining heavily when from the ground in front of the tombstone a hand rised up. Then the head, the other arm and soon it was halfway out of the grave. It was hissing; it couldn't think. he needed to eat.

He got up from the grave. Still wearing the lovely tuxedo he was burry with. He started to run to the only place he knew there was going to be something to feast of, Stacey's house.

He got in front of the house, blood already in his clothes and face from a poor soul who encounter him. He didn't knock, the door was broken and before Stacey could say something he bit down staring to drink all her blood. Nothing was left and he let her fall. Soon the kids where next and now he was at the start. Wondering how he got there and why was blood on his hands, and so the memories came back flooding his mind as he started to cry and whisper that this couldn't be true but sadly it wasn't. He tried to scape but the sun didn't let him go anywhere. And so, he stayed there in his old home, with the bodies of what it used to be his family...

#chase brody #antisepticeye #marvin the magnificent #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #my writing we #im tried man

[blueprinceseokjin]

YoonJin Detective Drabble

Okay so a YoonJin detective AU/drabble based off Markiplier's video Wilford Motherlovin Warfstache (if you haven't seen it, what are you doing with your life? Watch it.)

Anyways Yoongi is a detective who has been chasing after renowned criminal Kim Seokjin for years since his rookie days. He's been looking to bring Seokjin in for his alleged crimes or robbery, embezzlement, and murder. Some would call Yoongi obsessed and crazed over this case but he just wants what any good cop would want. To bring the bad guy to justice. Some would think Yoongi is only in it for the personal gain as this Seokjin (allegedly of course) is responsible for the death of his partner, various family members, and a serious nearly fatal gunshot wound. But no, that's not it, Seokjin is a bad man. A crazy man. A dangerous man. A loon who deserves to be handcuffed and locked up with the key thrown away.

Yoongi has been chasing Seokjin through multiple countries with very close leads but each time he thinks he can snag the other, the latter just disappears into the night, reinventing himself, and having Yoongi step back in square one. But not tonight. Tonight, he was going to bring Seokjin in and Seokjin will face justice. He will answer for his crimes and what all that he has caused Yoongi.

Seokjin, now under the alias Jin, works for an exotic dance club. The main attraction. His graceful posture and flexibility is what hundreds, even thousands fly from all over the world to witness just a minute of. When Yoongi walks in, he doesn't know what he's more disgusted by, sweaty people all over him as he tries making his way to the main stage or everyone flocking around him for a glimpse at the mysterious alluring beauty like he's a god or something. Yoongi shoots his gun towards the ceiling, causing everyone to go into a mass panic as they run out of the club. Jin, is unaffected by it, still dancing like the desirable siren he is. Yoongi shoots the jukebox that leads Jin's rhythm which finally grants him the other man's attention. Jin cocks a smirk, walking over to Yoongi. Yoongi finds it revolting when his body becomes Jin's playpen almost. His hands all over. Fingers gliding. Body shivers erupting involuntarily (at least that's what Yoongi tells himself).

But he remembers why he's here. Yoongi handcuffs Jin and brings him to his police car. Jin is confused slightly as to why he's being brought in. He doesn't even know this strange man does he? Yoongi stares him down and Jin starts guessing names. "Jungkook? Taehyung?" Yoongi arches a brow and shakes his head. This asshole doesn't remember him? After he made his life an unbearable living hell? Typical. It only made Yoongi madder. "Namjoon? Hoseok?" Yoongi can only see red as he heads back to the station but he has to remember, the target has been caught. He won. He finally won. But what really did you win? Yoongi looked back at Jin nearly causing them to get into a car wreck. Watch where you're going would ya? Yoongi is freaked out to say the least. How can he hear Jin's thoughts? How can Jin hear his? Maybe it's magic. Yoongi shook his head. Surely he's imagining all of this right? He's imagining it. It doesn't matter. What does matter is the person who has given him such grief is caught and he can finally put this matter behind him.

When he brings Jin back, he ties him up. Is that ethical? Probably not, but Jin doesn't have to know that. What happens if I do? And oh will he stop that?! Probably not. Jin looks up at Yoongi from where he's tied down and smirks again. Cocky little shit. But none of that matters right now. What matters again is that Yoongi can finally make this man....no....this atrocious monster pay for his sins. He has waited so long for this day and he can't wait to see Jin's pretty little face behind bars. Yoongi cocks his gun, taking off the safety. He wanted to have a little fun. Now that he had the notorious Kim Seokjin right in front of him, he couldn't wait to scare him at least a little. Jin tilts his head to the side. A puzzled yet amused expression graces his face. This poor fella really knows nothing does he? Yoongi turned around when he heard Jin but instead of finding him tied up, he finds him unbounded and looking around the private room. Yoongi? But how the fuck?!?! Yoongi tied down the man himself, double...even triple knotted all knots. How did he manage to untie himself the very few seconds Yoongi had his back turned?!?!

Jin, on the other hand, couldn't be bothered less as he looked around at the various files, pictures, maps, graphs, and everything else Yoongi had strategically used to catch his criminal. He turned around looking at Yoongi. Recognition finally dawning on him. Yoongi? Yoongi at this point is beyond freaked out. He just had Jin right where he wanted him and somehow the asshole managed to evade him again. Not this time. He pointed his gun towards Jin, the other not even paying any mind as he hugged Yoongi. After all this time, he had found Yoongi. Yoongi is confused. Why is he hugging him after everything he's put him through? Doesn't Jin know what a monster Yoongi thinks he is? Jin pulls away from Yoongi and just looks at him as if he's seeing him for the very first time and Yoongi is further puzzled because this man knows he hasn't. He ruined his life! Jin just smiles at the other and looks around again. It's beautiful how detailed oriented you are. Yoongi just looks at Jin in disgust. What kind of sick freak would ever think any part of this is "beautiful"? The amount of years Yoongi spent on this, the stress and frustration, the sleepless nights....none of that beautiful. Jin looked back towards Yoongi, sensing his anger and confusion.

"You're upset." Yoongi groans frustrated. How could he be so clueless yet so infuriating? "Anyone would be upset when they're dealing with the man who murdered innocent civilians, killed people I care about, and nearly killed me!" Yoongi was seething. Jin just gives a small smile to Yoongi. "You're looking at the smaller picture." Jin lays out the case files in front of the smaller. "You said you've been chasing me or rather your villain for years right? Tell me Yoongi, how long have you been chasing your perpetrator?" Yoongi looked up at Jin, ready to answer. Of course he knows how long he's been chasing this man...or does he? "I..." Yoongi's eyes go wide as he realizes, he's been chasing Jin for years but he can't recall how long exactly it's been. Jin just nods. "I see your maps with various locations circled. What cities or countries did you nearly catch this person?" Yoongi opened his mouth before closing it. He knows. He knows! Why can't he say it?! He blinks, a bit frightened at the fact that suddenly he can't remember?" Jin sits in the chair in front of Yoongi, taking pity on the other man. "You say I shot you--" "You did shoot me! You ruined my life! All these years I've been obsessed with finding you and now I can't..." Yoongi sighs frustrated at himself. What the hell was wrong with him? "You say I shot you," Jin started again softly, "where did I happen to shoot you?" Yoongi just looks at Jin, finding him unbelievable at the moment. This man was insane but at least Yoongi could remember where his wound was, as clear as day. His chest was beginning to hurt and his heart seemed to slow like it was just yesterday he was shot by the crazed man. He pointed towards the center of his chest but to the slight left. Jin looked confused and then nodded as if suddenly everything began to click for him.

"You say you've been chasing this man...or me...for years but you can't remember for how long nor can you remember where I've been or how you've tracked me yet haven't caught me." Yoongi looked up, catching Jin's gaze. He was defeated. He didn't know what was going on and this just seemed to be a bad dream that kept going. He wanted it all to stop. Just everything to stop. "Do you want to know why it's been so impossible to catch your guy? To catch me as you put it?" Yoongi just wordlessly shakes his head, not comprehending where the other was going causing Jin to smile wistfully at him. "Because it's also impossible to survive a gunshot to the heart." Yoongi's eyes widened and he looks down at his arms that were noticeably paler than they were seconds ago, now understanding why he finally felt so weak and tired. He looked up back up at Jin, nauseated and his vision blurring. "Suddenly I don't feel so good..."

"I'd chase you to the end of the Earth if I had to."

"Are you sure you really want to find me?"

(Masterlist)

#bts seokjin #jin #kim seokjin #seokjin #bts yoongi #yoongi #min yoongi #bts suga #yoonjin #sugajin #jinyoon #jinsuga #yoonjin drabble #yoonjin au #YoonJin AUs #markiplier #wilford warfstache #Warfstache AU

[thehostofleetrature]

The Host’s….poetry

The Host wished to convey how he felt about each of his friends, in a form by which he feels he can express himself more adequately…..The Host hopes his friends enjoy them.

Dark (@darklespark-ler): The darkest of our company, pitch black in suit and soul,

Not one of us can deny, he’s the most ruthless ler of all,

With dancing words and flying hands, his eloquence makes us crazed…..

And yet the care and compassion he finally gives, never ceases to make us dazed,

So he may be the meanest or the kindest, it could be either or……

But I think we can all agree, that he’s the softest at the core.

Wilford (@tickled-pinkstache): Ah the vivacious man himself, his energy is unequalled,

If I were to go into all his perfect traits, I may have to compose a sequel,

In terms of our community, he’s quite the well-known presence,

Renound for his changeability, because he is a switch in essence,

He is quick to blush and surrender, whilst also having an unrelenting, devious style,

He smirk is truly one of a kind, and can make the strongest falter…..and smile.

Google (@googleriplier): Forget about droids and robots, Google is a man like any other,

Although he may be able to better calculate, how to bring his victims into a bother,

His eyes shine bright with his glee and his menace, all while he wonders and tries,

What will work best on necks and sides, how do you best torture bellies and thighs…..

Google will know so let none of us fret, with this type of ler specificity is obsessive,

And yet be wary…..for if he is taken with us, we may find ourselves part of a new primary objective.

Antisepticeye (@anti-switch-glitch): The haphazard gentleman himself, always full of sharp fire,

He is another who at any moment, could pounce…..attack, and never tire,

But, there may be another side to this glitched gent, for at times you may see him….on the receiving end.

So you should certainly beware, his laugh alone will chills and shivers rend,

But lers should remember, that the simple truth is……

Antisepticeye can switch, and be reduced to giggle-fuelled tears.

Dr. Iplier (@dr-ipliler): The man who is said to know what’s best…..and perhaps that is true when laughter is concerned,

A patron of sarcasm he seems to be, whose words could lead to your cheeks being burned,

He will endeavour to heal you, to check your abdomen and joints,

But with this mischievous medic, he only wants to find points,

Points of sensitivity and weakness, that shatter and break your will,

But you needn’t be too worried, you’ll be guaranteed a perfect health bill.

Dr. Schneeplestein (@schneepleestien): The good doctor himself, and a good man indeed,

But through the wall of professionalism, you must make sure to take heed,

Of how his cheeks can change hue, and how he endeavours to hide,

How he cowers and hugs himself, at some scratches to the side,

A once formal doctor, so composed and well-kept,

Can be reduced to hysteria; so lers, do not forget.

Bim Trimmer (@ticklee-trimmer): A presenter of joy, the patron of confidence and stardom,

But also a beacon of the cute, Bim is the adorable one of this “fandom”,

You must only approach with a slowness, fingertips wriggling,

And you’ll have this prim gentleman melt, into a puddle of giggling,

Yet even through your torment, you must look out and beware…..

Because this lee’s adorable beauty, will make you stop…..and simply stare.

Chase Brody (@chase-brodlee): The sharp shooter himself, full of talents and tricks,

Who it may surprise you to know, would fall at a few well aimed flicks,

Actually, no matter the technique, or the who, why, when, where,

If you target Chase Brody you’ll get laughter, and perhaps even a swear,

To be perfectly honest a father should know better, than to use such vile words,

Perhaps the lers could teach him a lesson, it would be the least he deserves.

Marvin the Magnificent (@magic-ler-marv): A magnificent trickster indeed, his illusions have no bounds,

But don’t let him fool you into being his……assistant, for a few rounds,

His innocence is well practised, you can’t help but feel lured,

This magician will charm you, with flairs and the spoken word…..

And before you know where you are, you’ll be suspended in glee,

Magic and laughter will be forever intertwined, when this magical man makes you his lee.

Jackieboy Man (@jackleeboy-man): A hero finally who will keep evil at bay, a true saviour for us all…..

And yet there seems to be a little something, that could cause our hero to fall,

Perhaps a poke or a prod, at a certain protruding rib or hip,

Might cause our licra clad inspiration, to jump a little higher and let out a yip,

So for all you villainous lers looking for victory, even if you work alone……

You should know that the one and only Jackieboy Man, is the biggest lee the world has ever known.

Mayor Damien (@mayor-damleeien): Ah yes the dear mayor, a proper vision of elegance,

Which may yet be faltered, if you allow your fingers to dance,

He will endeavour to last, to present himself as nothing but strong,

But in reality, it should only take some well placed touches for you to prove him wrong,

So lers out there, don’t be perturbed by his strong position as mayor,

It’s guarenteed that your…..techniques will affect him just as fair.

Robbie the Zombie (@robbie-the-zomblee): Who would have thought, that the undead could be so precious,

As well as so sensitive, so prone to high pitched giggles,

Someone so full of colour and life, and it’s so easy to elicit,

Nibbles and nuzzles are a good way to start, I’m sure he won’t mind if you nip a bit,

All in all, this man from the grave is newly discovered treasure,

Who will undoubtedly let you ler on him, at your leisure.

………The Host hopes his friends find these……okay 💜

#the host is happy #the host loves his friends #poems #poetry #the host likes to think he can write poetry #........ #he'll let his friends be the judges of that

[cryptidofthekeys]

Anti’s Birthday!

Anti was sitting there, grumbling to himself as he tapped his knife against the desk, staring at you with somewhat of a weird look. "͡W͢h͟y̢͜͝ ͜͢ar͘͜͞e̴҉ ̶ya҉ ͢͡ḱ̷eep̷̡̨i̶n̛'̨̨ ̸m̴͜͟e͟ ̴̴p͏ŕ̕ì͡só͢n͢e͟r ̨i̸n ̸́͢yé͏r҉ ́̕͝r̷͟ò̷͡o̷͟m̕͏̀ ̴͞e͢͏x͢a̛͠c̶͢tl̸̀y̷̷̧?̀ ̧͠Ìt'͘͜ś̢ ́̀b̧͠or̸̨͡į̀͠nģ́ ̢i͢҉͢n͞ ̴'̛͏e̴̕͟r̡̨e̡!̧̕͟ ̨̡͏L̡̨ę̵m͜͡ḿ̴̕e ͞o̷̧̧u͞t,̨̡ ̵͡I ́ẁ͟a̸̵n̛̕ń̴ą̧ ́g҉o͟ ̸̴̴'͜͝av̸̛e̢̕͞ ͜s͞o̶m͟͢e ́f̵͢u͠n̛!͏"͠ You sighed and shook your head "Anti please calm down, just... hang out here for a little while longer!" You just needed him to wait a little bit longer, you continued to scroll through tumblr letting Anti look at all the b-day stuff people had done for him, occasionally seeing some freaking out about Mark. Anti rolled his eyes "͡F̨͠u̡͠ck̨i͜͡n͏̶̧'̸̨ ͝͞͝M͢͝á̷̛rk̢,̡ ̢͜şt͞e͘͏̷a̵͡l͝i̛͟ǹ'̀͡ ͏̶͟ḿ̨͞y̢ ͏́̕a̡t̵͏t̨̨e̷n͢͞t̵̕͢i̵̡on̶..̵̕.͘. I͏ ̛͠m̢̡a͟͠y͏̶ ha̕͞v̴́ę t̵'̢̡ t̸e̕͞͝a͘͜c͏̸h̴ ̶̷͘h͘i̷̴̕m̷͘͘ ̴a̡҉ ̸̢͏l̀e͠͏ss͏͠o̧͝n̸̡̛ ̴̨͢o҉͏ņ̸͡e̶̢ ͟͏̶d͘ąy."̵ He chuckled, twirling his knife around, you prayed he wasn't being serious about that but nonetheless you continued to scroll. 'Just a bit longer...' You thought, you knew Anti could be impatient and a bit whiney when he got bored but you just had to keep him in here a little bit longer. "Wow, that's a lot of birthday edits, stories, and fanart." Anti nodded, he had a surprised look on his face for once "Y͜e͠a҉h̸͞͡, ̴́̀I,̸ ͢҉é̶r͞͡.̧͞...͞͞ ̧̨͝D͜͜i҉d̶̢͞n̛'̛̛t '́̕t҉̀͏i̶͜n̶͞k͞ ̶̕p͠͏͠e̴͞o̵͡p̴̕͟l͢e͘͘ ͢͡w̴͝͞o̷u͠l̴͢͝d,̸͜ ̷̀c̀on̸͘͢s͠҉i̵de͘r̶͜͞i͢n̨͝g҉̧ ̀͢w̧̛͠hàt̀̀ ͝I̕͠'̴v̛̛e̸̕ ̴d́̕͝on̛͜e̸̛.̵̸..̢"҉ He frowned a little, continuing to stare at the computer screen. You smiled "Of course people would celebrate your birthday, they all love you to pieces I mean just look at all the theories, the fan art, the stories, and the edits!" Suddenly, your phone buzzed, you picked it up and saw a text from Chase saying 'it's ready'. Finally, you thought, standing up and looking at Anti "Alright, c'mon you can finally be free from the boring hell that is my room haha" This made Anti chuckled as he followed you out of the room. You led him to the kitchen, the glitchy demon however jumped upon hearing everyone shout 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' to him, he especially didn't expect the others to celebrate or even know its his birthday. "͢҉.̨.́.͘͞Ye.҉.̛.̶̡.̵.̨̀ ̴̢͟Y̨̢͠e͡ ̢͘͏al̡l̕͟.̛.̛͡͏.͡" He paused, not knowing what to even say at this point, he was especially shocked to see even Mark's egos there as well, he rose a brow upon seeing them but nonetheless he shook his head "̢̧Ẁ͟hy̛͢͡..̢.͜ ̸͜A̴̢fţ̸͝e̵̢͜r̀ ̨̀a̕ĺ̛l̀͏ ̸͝I̷'̛v͡e̷ d̨͘one͘͞͡ ̵͝͡t͝'̶̵̛ ̕y̨̕a̷̡͡?̸̀.͞.͜.̷̀ ͜Y̢̨e͡͏ŕ̛.҉҉.͜.̧ ͟C̡e̴͜l̷͞͠e̸̕b̷̧r̡͞a̴̧t́͞i̢ǹ͟g ̧͘m̷҉́y͜҉ ͞҉̨b̸i̕r̶͘t̷hd͜͟a̴y̡͟.̡̛..͏.̀͜͞?͡ I҉͞ ͏d̨̀o̵̕ņ̕͟'͞͠t̴.͡.̶.̷͘ ̕ù͡n̴͞d͟è͠ŕ̀͘s̷̛͢t҉an̵̷̶d̨.̶̕͏.̨."̴҉ Chase stepped out and smiled "Let's put that behind us dude, sure, you've done some bad things but you still deserve to have a birthday party like the rest of us." Henrik stepped forward, adjusting his glasses "Chase iz right, sure some of uz... Vwe don't really zee eye-to-eye vwith you but, vwe vwill still celebrate your birthday" He smiled a little. Anti couldn't believe this, he honestly couldn't, after everything he's done to them, they still want to celebrate his birthday, a genuine smile came to the glitch's face, he turned to you "҉T̡h҉i͞s̵͝ ́i̢͏͞s̴͢ ̕w̧͞hy̴ ̵̕͝ya҉͘ ̨́k͠ep̸͞ţ͏ ́me̵̡ ҉͜í̴͘ǹ͝ ͘͏y̨͢er̀ ͘͟r͜͞o҉͟ơ̵͟m̷ ҉̡is̀͘͝n̵̶͘'̢t҉ ̷i͞t̶?́́"̨̢́ You smirked a little "Maaaybee...." Anti chuckled and patted your head "̕͞C̸̕̕l҉e͘v̸̕͏e͟͟r̶͡ ̀͞on҉é ̢͏͡a̕͡r̢e͟ń'͝t̵̨c̢͡h͡a̸̵͟?̴͞"͏͢ He then looked over, seeing a knife shaped cake which in all honesty he wanted to tear into it but he glanced over at the gifts curiously. "So, wanna open your gifts or eat your cake?" Chase questioned, noticing Anti's curious gaze towards the presents. Anti thought for a moment, he really wanted to dig into that cake... but, he didn't expect presents since he never really asked for anything "̸P̡re̕s̸̡en͞t͡s̛͞ ̕f̢͘i̡ŗ̧̀s͡t.̸̢"̴ After a few moments, everyone lined up neatly with they're gifts in hand, you went first, giving Anti your gift and smiling as you watched him unwrap it, he looked shocked yet happy as he pulled out a big book. He flipped through the pages, realizing it was full of pictures, memories in fact, he snickered a little upon seeing the one with Chase, he loved that prank... He made a mental note to do it to another ego in the future. He looked at you, his smile wide and genuine "̶͘Th͞án͝k͟͟s͏.̡́̕.̛."̷ He stood up and hugged you, which of course you happily hugged back. Chase was next, giving his gift to Anti with a smirk on his face... Anti noted the smirk and hesitantly opened up the present to find... a... fidget spinner... He looked up at Chase about to say something before the other shook his head "Look a bit closer bro~" Anti was confused before he took it out, finally seeing it more clearly, he noticed it had sharp ends on it, he gasped a small bit, looking fascinated with this, he didn't know they had fidget spinners like this. Chase grinned at Anti's fascinated expression "Found it online, thought you might like it! Just uh, don't go throwing it at people" He laughed along with Anti who simply smirked devilishly "Ņo ̴̕p̷͜ŗ͢ó̕m͢͏i͜s̷e̛͜͝s͠͏ ̡̧Ć͝h̸͡a͞s͡e͏͡ỳ͏-̶̨b̕͟o̵̡͜y҉́~̴"̸͝ He then looked over, seeing Henrik step forwards, he cautiously took the present and opened it, seeing it was a scalpel, he picked it up and examined it before looking at Henrik who looked a little nervous. "I... had no time to go pick out somezing good, a scalpel vwas all I had" He admitted, rubbing the back of his head, Anti just nodded, he understood Schneeple was always busy doing doctor things. ((I probs won't include Shawn and Angus in this-- I still have much to learn about those two)) Next was Robbie, he slowly shuffled forward, making some nervous gurgling sounds while holding a box out to Anti, who took it and opened it, his eyes widened when he saw what was inside. It was a little clay figure of himself... He looked towards Robbie and smiled. The zombie's nervous gurgles stopped when he saw Anti smile, he gave a rather crooked smile back "Robbieee hadd.... heelpp..." He pointed to you, which you just shrugged "He tried to eat the clay so I had to stop him, all I did with that one." Anti simply chuckled and looked back at Robbie "D̛o̸n̶̴'ţ g͡o̶̡̡ ̸èà̷t҉i̴͠n̴͏̢'̨̀͜ ̸҉t̡͜h̸̕͜e̷ ç͠l̨̕a̡͢y͜͠ ̛̀n̵͘òw͟,̸͞ ̶҉t̴ha̕t̀͡'̵̕̕ś͘͠.̶́.͝.̢.̷̵ ̴̧ǹ͠ot̸͡ ͞͠e̕x̵̡a̶͜͠c̕t̢͘l҉y͞͠ ̸g͜͜҉o͜ó͘d͞͠ ͝fe͡r͘͟͜ ̕y͢͞a҉" He was actually being nice for once, usually he'd try to get Robbie to eat all sorts of bad things. Robbie simply nodded and shuffled away, letting Jackie and Marvin step up, the box was glowing... Anti skeptically took it and looked at it before looking back to Marvin "̸̧҉If͝ ͝s͟o̢̨m̧̛̀e͢͏t̸h̀͏̨i͡n͞' ̴̛e̴x͞p̴l҉̡ode͢͝s͜ ̶wh̴́en̸ ̡I̵ op̸̢e̕͜͝n͢͠ ̕t̷h͠is͏ y͜͞ȩ҉r ͏̀͡f̵̕u̧c̀k̛i̵͞͡ń' ̶̡͡d̢e͢͝ad͠͞ ҉m͢à̴̛g̀͠įc̶͝i͝an͢͏..̷͘͝.̢̢͝.̶" He then opened up the present, watching as sparkles flew from the box and gasping when he saw a yellow glow. ((just an fyi-- there's gonna be lots of knife-related gifts, its Anti, c'mon now.)) It was a golden knife, it sparkled and shimmered when he pulled it out of the box, he touched the blade, running his fingers across it lovingly, he noticed his name was engraved onto the handle, he smiled brightly, looking up to Marvin and Jackie. Marvin grinned "Jackie is the one who found the knife, I gave it a little magical touch-up~ It looked as if it could use it~!"seeing Anti's bright smile was shocking, he had never been this happy before... Anti looked absolutely thrilled at this point, he watched as you came over with a card in hand "This is from Jack" This made Anti raise a brow, he was.... stunned honestly, he and Jack never really saw eye-to-eye half the time, even a card from him was hard to expect but nonetheless, Anti took it and read it over... 'Happy B-day Anti! Sorry I couldn't actually be there, fuckin' tours keep ya busy man, anyways hope your havin' a good time!' Anti rolled his eyes "̡͠Ty͜p͜i͜͏ca̶̷l ͡͏e̷̢͟ņ̸̢t͘͟h̵u̶͡s̨͝i͟͜a͘ş̸͟m҉̴́ ̧̛͝a̷͘s̵ u̢s̷͝u҉́á́l̛͡" He couldn't hide the smile on his face however, to know Jack actually cared about him and his birthday was.... nice. Now it was the Markiegos turn to give they're gifts, first to step forward was of course Wilford... "Happyyy Birtthdayyy~!" He held out his gift, some form of twinkle in his eye "Hope you likee your gifft~!" Anti took it, looking at Wilford skeptically for a moment before opening the box... It was a... knife, but it had something like a gun on the blade, and some form of trigger on the handle, Anti looked shocked, examining the weapon curiously "I knoow, fascinating isn't it?~! I figguredd you mmmight like it since its a knnifee~! Best parrt, its supposedlyy a knife gunn~!" Wilford explained, his tone cheery as can be, he seemed thrilled when he saw Anti's happy grin. "͏͞Th͟͞a̸͜n͡k̨͡͝ ҉̸y̨͢͠a W̢i͠l̸f͠ó҉r͏́d́͏~̸̧ I̸̷t҉͏s̛͡ ́m͝uch̵̨̕ ̵̢á̕͝pṕ͢r̴̶͟é̴҉c͠͠i̶a͟t̵ęd̷͏" This made Wilford nod, he talked about how they could go on a murder spree for a few minutes before Google shoved him out of the way, staring at Anti before dropping a present in the glitch's arms [ Here you go, glitch... ] He grumbled, walking away, not even caring if Anti liked the gift... ...Well he's a ball of sunshine, Anti thought, opening up the box and pulling out some form of disc with the words 'WATCH ME' on it, he was.... curious, but he'd watch that sometime later on. ((I'll let you be the judge on what's on that disc)) Next to step up was The Host, now Anti didn't know much about The Host this was one of Mark's egos he never really got to know about, nonetheless, The Host stood straight, holding his hands out in front of him. "The Host would like to give Anti his gift now, The Host also hopes that Anti likes his gift as well." ...Okay, that was new, he apparently narrates stuff, Anti awkwardly took the present, taking in The Host's appearance as best he could before opening it up, he pulled out a... book... One called 'The Dying Game' ((Funfact: I have that book irl, its p interesting tbh)) He looked up to The Host again, before he could question this... "The Host interrupts Anti, telling him why he had the book, The Host no longer needs this book as The Host cannot read. The Host also thinks that Anti would like such a book, since the book involves murder." Anti grinned, nodding at The Host's....weird narrative words "̕I̶'͘̕ll͜ ̷̸g̨͜i͝v̕é̸ ̀i͟t̵́ ̢͘a ̸̡r̷ea͡͡d̶ ̨w͜h̵e̕n̸̢ ̕͟I̴̧ ͞͞c̀̕a͏n̴~̸" Host turned and walked away, surprisingly not bumping nor stumbling into anything, Anti then saw Bim and King approach rather timidly. Now, he knew a bit about Bim... but King on the other hand was a different story, Bim held the box out "We hope you like the g-gift" He was trying not to stutter, Bim was usually so confident... Anti simply took the box, opening it up and noticing it was full of.... acorns... He blinked, being utterly confused before Bim chuckled a little "You might have to dig through those... King put them in there." The one known as King made a weird noise but he looked pleased. Anti simply nodded, digging through, he felt something...silky... he pulled out a dark green bowtie with black polka dots, Anti never wore things like this but it was the thought that counted, it would most likely irritate his wound on his neck but he'd keep it anyways. "̀T̀͜h͠a͟n҉́ķ ̴̴y͠ǫu̸͢͡,̕ ̵I̴ ̵͘l̢͏o҉v͘҉e̢̨ ̶̴̧i̕͜͞t͡~̴̧̧"̧̧̀ ((Gonna say this rn, the Jim twins, Ed, and Silver won't be in this I dunno TOO much bout those guys yet sorry)) Bim and King seemed happy, they both smiled and nodded, stepping back and letting Dr. Iplier step forward. Dr. Iplier gave Anti his present "I'm sorry.... You're--" Before he could finish that sentence, Anti held up his original knife "͏F̵͝͠i̴͟nis̢͡h͘ ͞thàt̵ ş́ȩ̀͡n̡t̀e͟n͟ce͏ ̕͞a̡̕n̡̛'͟ ̢͜I̢'̵͡ĺ͝l̷̕ ̡͝c̀͘u̕͜t̸͡ y̴͡e͢r̵̢͢ ͏͡t̀͢o̵̡͞n̵͞gù̢͞e҉͏ ̨͡͝o̡͢u̴̡t̵̨" The doctor quickly shut up, letting Anti open his present... ...A dissection kit, huh, this could be useful, Anti thought with a grin on his face, meanwhile Schneeple was standing in the corner with a horrified expression plastered on his face. "̶T͏́h͞a̵͟ǹ͟k̶̢s͜͜͠ ̶̶͘D҉ò̴c̛҉̵~͝ ̛͝I̸̴͝ ̶͏c̶̡̡a̢̢҉n ̴DEF̷̡͏Í̷N̷͡I̷T̢͢͠Ȩ̶L̕͠Ý ̛͢us̢̛è ҉̕th̷̡i͘͝s̕̕͟~̛̀" ....Oh god, this will end terribly in the future, finally Dr. Iplier stepped back... last but not least was... ...Oh boy, it was Dark... Anti was prepared for the onslaught of insults but to his surprise none came... Dark stood there, staring at Anti before he pulled out a fancy looking bottle of Scotch, it had a black bow wrapped around the top, he handed the bottle to Anti "Happy.... Birthday, I hope it will be a good one... for... you." He said rather awkwardly which was uncharacteristic for Dark. "҉̢T̷́͡h́͞aņ̕k͢҉̴s͠ ̵̧Dà̛͡r̸͢ky͏҉,͢ ̕I̷ d͞o̵ ļ̧́ov̸e̶͢͏ ͡҉m̶̴̢e̡͡ ̴͘śó̷͡m̸҉é̴ ͡͏S̀͘ć̸͟o̴t͏̷ch̛҉~҉ I̶'̴̢m ̸͘ģ̸o͟ǹ͡na ͜͏d͞r̸̴̡i̴͝n̵͏k̡̛͜ ͡t̷h̡i̕s ̧͠w͢ho̵͘͝l̴͜e̕҉̸ ̴͏bo̧t͝t͞҉̷ĺé̶͟ ͏l͝ate͝r̷̷͞~̴̨" Anti snickered a little while Dark just rolled his eyes "Do not kill yourself with the alcohol, that is the finest Scotch you can get, so do be careful. Alright, it is time for us to clear out, we have a.... 'Poker Game' of sorts to go to." And with that, Dark lead the way out as the other Markiegos followed, waving goodbye to the others. ((  A poker game huh? Now, what could that be referring to? )) Anti sighed and leaned back in his seat, thinking of how great this day was... He honestly enjoyed all of this, the presents he received were amazing and now it was finally time for the cake... You walked over to him, smiling happily "So, how was your birthday Anti?" You asked, watching the demon's eyes... tear up, you suddenly became concerned "Anti?... Are you okay?" The others looked at Anti, concern in they're eyes when they saw tears forming, however the glitchy demon simply growled and wiped his eyes "̀͘͜I̸̕.̕͞.̨͘.́̕.҉.͏̀Į̶'̨m̶҉ ̵f̕in̷̷e͘!̶ ̷̛I.҉͝.͏̷̴.͠.̕ ̵͟͞j͡us͟t̷,̧̢̢ ̴t͝h̴҉a̧͘͘nk͏̸ ̛y̷̧͜'̢ á̕l̸̛l̢̛͡.̶͟.̨.̵͝So͢ m͡uc͡͏͠h͢͢,҉ I̷ ̢͢ḑ͡on̛'t̸ ̛kń̨o̡͢w̸ ͢w͝h͝y҉͠,͜͟ e̷v̨̡͡en̸͏̛ ̵̵a͡f̀͠t͜è͡r̕ ́e̸v̵e̸r҉̵͢y҉̛'͝t҉i͘͟ng̛ ̷̡͝I҉'v̸́e ̛̕͜d͠o̡͞n̨e ̀t̀͝͠o̢ ̧̢̀y̧a̵" The others smiled and so did you, you took Anti's hand "Let's just put every bit of that behind us... Okay? Its your special day, and there's people here who care, even DARK showed up which was shocking to say the least." Anti nodded "̸̴̛T̷͜͞ru̶̡e.̶͟.̸.͟͞ ̧ ̢J̶u͠s͢͡t̸͝,̸ ̡͜t̛҉h́̕an̵̕k̶̡ y̕' ́͠a̸ĺ͝l̸̢͞ s̡͜ǫ͘͞ ̨m͘uch͞.̴͏.͢.̷͏ ͜I̸̶̷.̴́.̧..͟.͘ ̵a̕͜͢p̷̡͜p̕r̨e͟͞ci͏̵a̶͢͡t̵̡͟e ̀͜͞it͠.̕.̴̧.͏ ̢̀s͜o ̕͞m̸͘u͏͢c̷͟h̢̡" There was a brief pause before Anti looked at the knife cake "..̵.͢҉C̡̛a͜n̴͟ ̛͠w̸ę́ ea͞t ̷̵t͢͟h̕͢e͝͞ ҉̀c͏͡ak̸̷͡ę̷͘ ҉ǹ̴ǫ̷̡ẃ̸͠?͢"̧͡ Everyone nodded hastily as they began to cut pieces off and hand it to each other, digging in like savage animals at this point.... This truly was the best birthday Anti ever had. ((Okay so phew, this took hours upon HOURS to write because Mark's newest vid delayed me, but anyways yeeet! Here's my birthday glitch boy! The edit is coming soon! Maybe if I have enough time for it! So here y'all go! Imma tag @chase-brody-protection-squad and @robthezombie-support-squad if I wasnt a nervous bean I’d tag others too but eh, whoops curse my nervousness))

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Shattered Code Chapter 17 (Finale)

Finally Happy

“I do.” “I do.”

Bing laughed as he watched Chase and Marvin dance together in the middle of the dance floor, Chase grabbed his foot and hopped in pain when Marvin accidentally stepped on it. Marvin had worry in his eyes and tried to comfort Chase and ended up giggling when Chase straightened back up and rubbed his hands in Marvin’s hair, messing up the green locks. He stepped away and bumped hips with Wilford, who was talking with JJ. JJ signed a hello and Wilford laughed before clapping a hand on Bing’s back. Bing excused himself and walked on, ruffling Robbie’s hair as he passed him and pausing to help Yandere with the collar of her dress, saying that she looked beautiful and continued on his search. Bing took Ed’s hat and placed it on Silver’s head when he passed the two, laughing as he kept on, getting an eye roll from Ed while Silver chuckled. Bing took Bim’s hand and spun him around a few times while Dr. Iplier and Henrik laughed, both of them having to act quickly when Bim lost his balance after Bing released him. Bing apologized and he got a laugh and wave from Bim, letting him know that he was fine. Bing apologized again and perked up when he saw who he was looking for.

“Bing!” CJ said happily as he and RJ cut off Bing’s path.

“Hey, guys,” Bing said back. “Do you mind if I-”

“How are you feeling on this very special night?” RJ asked, holding his microphone towards Bing. “I’m sure that seeing the marriage ritual of the two demons was a sight to behold!”

“It’s going great, but right now, I really want to be with-”

“Do you have any future plans of partaking in the same type of ritual?” RJ asked, getting Bing to blush a little. “From what I’ve heard, a robot wedding ritual would be similar to that of the demons, is that true?”

“I-I-uh…”

“Alright, enough question you two,” Google said, walking over to wrap an arm around Bing’s shoulder. “Anti’s gonna throw the bouquet I’d love to be with my boyfriend for that.”

“Flower throwing!?” RJ and CJ gasped.

“We have to get footage!” RJ announced and the two took off.

“Thanks, Googs.” Bing chuckled.

“Anything for you,” Google said, giving Bing a quick peck on the lips.

“Wait, who’s that?” Bing asked, looking beyond Google.

Micro stood at the bar and was helping himself to another drink, not nearly having enough in him to even have a buzz. Weddings were so weird. He didn’t really get them, but everyone else was happy so he’d deal with it.

“Um...h-hi?” Micro turned his head when he heard a new voice.

“Hi.” Micro squeaked out. The person who had walked up to him was another Iplier ego. He had blonde hair in them and his eyes were a bright green, almost as bright as his smile and the little freckles on his cheeks and nose were just precious.

“I’m Chrome!” The man greeted happily, holding out a hand.

“Micro…” Micro took the hand and his face flushed when he felt a little static pop happen the moment their palms touched.

“Oh, sorry about that. I’m still working on controlling that.” Chrome nervously laughed, rubbing the back of his head.

“I can...uh...show you how.” Micro offered.

“Really!? That'd be so cool!” Chrome bounced a little with joy. Micro smiled and laughed a little.

“Chrome?” Bing asked, looking back at Google.

“Everyone deserves to be happy,” Google said.

“You sap.” Bing teased.

“You’ve softened me.” Google pressed their foreheads together.

“Good. You weren’t fun when you were a dick.” Bing giggled.

“Come on, you unmarried fuckers! Get my flowers!” Anti called, his red and white tuxedo someone still being perfectly clean after dinner.

“I thought you were joking about the bouquet toss.” Bing chuckled.

“You go ahead, I need to talk to Dark real quick.”

“And leave all the fun to me?”

“Bing! I know you ain’t married!” Anti gestured with his arm while the others made a little group in front of him.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Bing laughed, not questioning why everyone stepped out of the way and had him stand in the front.

“Y’all ready?” Anti asked, his back to the crowd. “One...two…” Anti bent as if he was about to toss the flowers, but he turned back around and handed the bouquet to Bing.

“What?” Bing blinked in confusion as Anti smiled at him and stepped aside, showing that Google had been standing behind him. “Googs?”

“You know, I never thought I’d the marrying kind.” Google chuckled. “For the longest time I thought weddings were a waste of time and money and it’s just a piece of paper you sign for legal purposes.” Bing looked around and saw that everyone was moving to surround the two in a circle. “But after spending an entire year helping Dark and Anti with their wedding, I learned that they are pretty damn swell.”

“G-Googs, are...are you…”

“We’ve been through some crazy things together. I haven’t been the best to you and I don’t know if I’d ever be able to make it up to you. But something that I do know, is that I love you.” Bing squeezed the flowers to his chest when Google went down on one knee. “Through thick and thin, I’ll be there for you. For better or for worse, I’ll be there for you. For the times you fall off your skateboard trying a new trick, I’ll be there with a bright and colorful band-aid and plenty of kisses to make it better.” There was a little laugh amongst the group and Bing could feel tears forming in his eyes. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened in my life and I’m dying to know-” Google took a small box out from behind him and opened it, showing a wedding band with a dark blue strip in the center. “-will you marry me?”

“Googs!” Bing cried and jumped down to Google’s wrapping his arms around him in a hug as they both fell down.

“It’s a yes!” Wilford shouted, making the crowd break out into loud cheers.

“If he said no, I would have kicked his ass.” Anti joked with Dark, who just rolled his eyes at his now husband.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Bing grabbed Google’s face and kissed him.

He was so happy.

He was finally happy.

Bing was happy.

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#bingle #i can't believe it's finished #this series has been a trip

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

Tagged!

I was a bit busy this past week so I'm just now getting to this, eep! Many thanks to @amycampbell00 for tagging me, I appreciate it very much friendo, haha. :D

RULES:

Go to www.random.org/lists/.

Type in 15 characters from any fandom or whatever you’re into, and hit randomize! Then, write them down in that order with the answers they correspond with.

Tag 5 or more people to do the same thing!

This is honestly gonna be some random ass rambling and excitedly giggling so please excuse me aha- 

Mom/Dad: Bim (He'd be such a good and supportive plant dad ahhh, and he'd definitely support my love of acting and theatre omg ♡)

Sibling: Thomas Sanders (Yeeeess, we'd be dorky musical theatre siblings, I cry thinking about it!!)

Grandparent: Jackaboy Man (Oooh, he could tell me all sorts of stories about his superhero exploits by the fire and sneak me sett before bed haha)

Haunts you:  Dr. Schneeplestein (Oh shit, what did I do?? I don't want the good docter haunting me D:)

Boyfriend/Girlfriend: The Host (Bless omg, imagine cuddling in the library with a good book in hand? Quiet smiles and little gifts? The stuff of dreams, ahh. ♡)

Ex:  Dr. Iplier (I'm sooorrry, Dr. Iplier, I guess we didn't work out so well... doctor's visits are gonna be real awkward now...)

Best friend:  King of the Squirrels (Yay! I love this guy! We can run around the woods with peanut butter slathered on our faces and pet his fluffy subjects! ^^)

Proposed to you:  Mark (Oh fuck, I'd pass out. x-x But I'm dating the Host, noooooo! I'd have to decline. Plus, Amy deserves him more than anyone else. ♡)

Boss:  Googleplier (Well, at least he'd keep everything working smoothly and be the most efficient of bosses, heh.)

Random person you met at a bar:  Chase Brody (Oh, poor thing, I'd probably but him a drink and comfort him while he told me about his divorce and child custody case. He needs all of the hugs, guys. ;w;)

Rival:  Wilford Warfstache (Nononononono, nope, I'm not down to try and fight Wilford, he wins, I'm dropping this rivalry.)

First kiss: Yandereplier (Oh. Fuck. Does this mean I'm their senpai? Or am I merely an obstacle in the way? Oh god why... owo)

Drunk and singing karaoke with: Jack (Everything about this sounds fucking amazing, sign me the fuck up please. ALL THE WAY-)

Play 7 Minutes in Heaven with: Darkiplier (Sooo, seven minutes of Dark glaring burning holes into my soul while I try not to have a panic attack? Aha? Ah? Yay. ^^"")

Gave your favourite desert to you: Anti (Well shit, what did I do to warrant such a gift? He probably style it from Jack, realized he didn't like it, and then dumped it on me,  haha, not knowing it was my favorite. X3)

I stopped to laugh several times while typing this up, some of these work way too well hehe. I'll be tagging my good friendos @kaydrikoo, @lyawesome32, @quinn-and-kin, and I hope @daggerkid and @spookyreesescup don't mind me tagging them. ^^"" This is a fun little thing, but you don't have to do it if ya don't want to, eep, just thought you guys might like it. ♡

#tagged #tagged meme #sketchy rambles #this was fun #markiplier #jacksepticeye #not art #text post

[rainidaydreamer]

Egoctober Day 31

When Dark opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was red. Red, the color that so often accompanied the pink that flickered into his vision next. Then the colors came into focus, and they were definitely not from the same source. Blood spilled from the wound in his stomach that he had to look down to notice, the bullet having reopened the scar put there by the same gun years before. But they weren’t in the House anymore, and if he died here, he wouldn’t have Celine and Damien to bring him back.

Forcing the shock away, Dark struggled to sit up, applying pressure to the bullet wound Wilford clearly hadn’t processed yet. The pain was dull; his body was still in shock, but he could feel the warm red flowing from it, seeping between his fingers. He wouldn’t last long like this. Seeking out the only help nearby, he tried to lift his head, the lights nearly blinding him. The figure in front of him stood perfectly still, just staring in what looked a lot like disbelief. Dark couldn’t understand why he was so surprised. He’d pointed a gun and shot. What had Wilford expected to happen?

It didn’t matter; Dark was losing blood faster than he could stop it, and he was going light headed already. If he lost much more…well…

“Will—” he hissed through bared teeth, the damaged nerves perfectly aware as he tightened his grip on the wound. “I need Iplier!”

The pink hesitated, then shifted, this time away from him. Dark cursed under a pained breath, but he absolutely refused to reach out in some pitiful, desperate attempt to get Wilford’s attention; if these were to be his last moments, he wasn’t going to spend them grovelling and begging. So, despite the glaring lights, he looked up again, locking eyes with his friend. He wasn’t about to let Wilford run away this time. At the very least, he had to see his damage through.

As Dark’s vision slowly lost its clarity, he wouldn’t allow himself to panic, even as the pain became nearly unbearable. Especially then. He knew he was beyond saving, but that meant Will had to make the choice to either leave or go back with this news and risk the others’ reactions. Dark wasn’t sure which he thought better, but if he knew them, and he did, the power struggle of losing both their leaders would inevitably lead to more damage than losing only one. But did Wilford have what it took to replace him? And what of the Host? And Jameson? He’d never know how any of it would end. That was more painful than any bullet wound, and he’d survived many. This one would be the one he didn’t.

He faintly registered the other ego flinch as his breaths became ragged gasps, his body’s last attempts at staying alive failing more quickly. Feeling it slowly shut down outside his command was...scary, he’d admit to only himself. But it would all end soon.

The last thing his mind would ever process was the sound of a door closing quietly behind a pair of halting footsteps, his lifespan shorter than it took for his friend to make the decision of which way those footsteps would take him.

Chase sat silently next to the little one’s bed in a folding chair that was too uncomfortable, but he hadn’t let himself move since Schneep had left. The room was mostly dark, save for the gentle starlight trickling in from the window, and completely silent. It was too calm. He wished it would storm, the power would go out, someone would come in the room to sit with him...just...anything was better than this empty silence he was so sure would be filled with JJ’s soft smile or warm embrace by now.

Chase looked down at his hands folded around the pocket watch in his lap. He was desperate to reach out to JJ, to hold the young one close and assure himself that this was reality, that they’d finally, finally gotten him back, but...he knew what would happen if he did. Just sitting here, watching as Jameson slept, was near torture. They’d suffered so much to find him, and now that he was back, they couldn’t even hug him, let alone hope for the tearful, happy reunion Chase had let himself imagine, and then just continue on as if nothing had ever happened. This was something that would have repercussions for a long, long time...if they could even fix him.

Chase had no tears left. They’d all been shed after far too long of trying to cope with this, and now all that was left was an empty feeling that he was terrified to think would never be full again. JJ deserved more than what they were doing, had been doing. They had failed him and were failing him every second he wasn’t curled up next to one of his big brothers, feeling safe, protected...anything, once again, but this silent yet deafening void where the little one should’ve stood.

Suddenly JJ stirred. Chase jumped, lifting his gaze immediately to the steady, unblinking eyes that now stared back at him. There was something disturbingly familiar about this expression, yet it seemed very natural, and he’d hardly describe any of Jameson’s expressions as “disturbing”. This was, however, the first time the little one had opened his eyes since he’d returned.

“J—James?” Chase didn’t let himself hope, but what else could be happening?

The young ego sat up straight, not offering any response. The devoid gaze released Chase’s, sweeping slowly around the room before finally settling on the older one’s hands, still clasped firmly around the watch. Chase tentatively offered it to him, letting the chain slide between his fingers to suspend the small clock so JJ could take it without having to touch him. Jameson didn’t reach for it at first, only watched as the timepiece swung gently back and forth from Chase’s shaking hand, almost mesmerized.

Something changed as soon as Jameson grabbed the watch. Admiring it more closely, the empty stare became an unsettling grin, gently tracing the shining surface with one finger. The panic jumped to Chase’s throat as glowing green eyes bore into his own, pinning him to his chair. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe—

They should’ve known.

“W̧èl͝l,͠ lo͢ok҉ at̕ ͠t̀h̵e̶ ̧time; ̨i͢t̶’҉s ̕mid̛n̡i͟ght,̷” the monster spoke through JJ’s mouth. “H͟a̵ppy҉ ͝Hal͏low͞een!”

Day 30

#Egoctober #septic egos #iplier egos #the end

[reverseblackholeofwords]

Goodbye

Oh God I want to say goodbye to everyone. Um. Google! I want to say, thank you for helping me realize that my emotions, or lack thereof, don’t define me. Take care of your wacky brothers.

Dark, it’s been a wild ride and I’ve never rooted for someone quite as hard as I did for you. You may not be an angel, but you’re still a good guy.

Wilford, I’ll admit when I first came here I was kind of scared of you. It’s only because i didn’t understand you. But getting to know you has been so much fun, and now I can’t imagine not seeing you anymore. Keep these guys on their toes, ok?

Host, you were always one of my favorites. I’ve watched you grow as a person and learn to be part of a family, and I’m so happy that you’re not alone anymore. Remember to take care of yourself.

Doc, you’re a goofball and amazing dad. Make sure everyone stays safe, but also take care of yourself!

Bim, I can hardly believe how much you’ve grown. Watching your struggles and your triumphs has been so helpful to me. I’m going to miss you.

Ed, Silver and King: you guys deserve so much love. I’m sorry you didn’t get more attention.

Oliver! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve nearly had a heart attack over you. Always remember that you’re strong, you’re needed, and you’re loved so, so much.

Green, I relate to you so much. Keep working to keep that anxiety under control. I know you’ll keep inventing new and awesome things!

Red, I always thought you deserved move love. Anger can be tough, but you’ve overcome it time and time again. Keep protecting your bros, they need you.

Walter. I can’t express how much I’ll miss you. It was, amazingly, my ask that triggered your return, and it still blows my mind. I’ll always think of you as my boy. I promise I’ll never, ever forget you.

Jamie, you’ve come so far in such a short time. I wish I had more time to get to know you. You’re a good boy. Keep writing, I know you’ll make a great story someday! And make sure the others always have a quiet friend to come to when they need it.

Anti, I think you’ve come the farthest in the time I’ve been here. I once received an award for “most improved” in school, and I think you deserve the same award. I want you to know that I’m so proud of you. In my eyes, you’ve already lived up to the name you chose. I know I haven’t seen the last of you, but for now, keep an eye on this timeline for us.

Schneep, you truly are the good doctor! You are so loved. Keep being the best, and remember to take some time for yourself every so often.

Chase, don’t you dare give up, ok? Your friends and family need you. I know things are tough, but I also know that it’ll get better. Give those kids hugs from me, ok? And take care of Blue.

Jackie, I don’t care what anyone says, you are the greatest superhero ever. Keep up that PMA! And remember that even superheroes need help sometimes. Let your brothers protect you.

Marvin, I’ve always thought you were so cool. You’ve been through some rough patches, but you really came through when you were needed most. Keep the magic alive!

Jackson… no matter what, I think you’re neat.

Peevils, Mae, I’m sorry we didn’t get to see you more. I look up to you both so much.

Mare! You were the first ego I ever knew about. I’m so glad you finally got the happy ending you deserve. You’re doing amazing.

Phantom, you are so freaking awesome. Keep those brothers safe, and I’ll make sure to send you some cool magical artifacts. Deal?

Sharper, you’re so precious and I’m so proud of you. Remember that you are more than what you were made to be. You’re a brother, an inventor, a survivor, a friend.

*Steps back, definitely not crying. Not at all.*

I’ll miss you all so much. You’ve helped me through a lot, and every day for so long I’ve looked forward to seeing you all. But you’re all doing so well, and you don’t need us anymore, so we have to move on and say… well, never say goodbye. Just see you later. I love you all. Can I get one last hug from everyone?

(Sorry this ran so long, I just had to say something to everyone. It’s strange how attached I got to these characters. I look forward to the next adventure!)

Submitted by: @pokemaniacgemini

Everyone gives you a hug, and there’s one from me, too!

[iamvegorott]

ok but the with the baby septics bingle thing just got me imagining "single dad" google like he got in charge of chase because his older brother died and chase's birth mom wasn't fit to take care of him , so he his just a single dude working from home and doing his best , and since chase is a quite quiet kid he doesn't realize how much chase loves him until he finds out how much chase talks about him to his daycare teacher(or bing falls for google because chase is always gushing about daddy)

Welp, you done gave me an idea, lol

“There! All better!” Henrik proudly declared after placing a band-aid on Bing’s arm.

“Am I free to go?” Bing asked with a smile.

 “Wait! I forgot!” The little boy gave the spot a quick kiss. “Daddy say kiss make all better!” Henrik giggled before picking up his little first aid kit and walking away. Bing chuckled and got off of the floor, he went around the tall block tower JJ and Robbie were making. 

“That doesn’t go there.” Bing said gently to Robbie as he pulled a block out of Robbie’s mouth. 

“Okay!” Robbie said before placing the block on top of the tower. JJ smiled at Bing and waved, letting out a little giggle when Bing waved back. Bing sighed when he saw Chase standing in front of the daycare exit. 

“It three.” Chase stated when Bing walked up to him. 

“Your dad called ahead and said he was running late.” Bing said after crouching down.

“But it three.” Chase protested. 

“I know, your dad’s going to be here soon.” Bing saw Marvin passing him with some crayons. “Hey, Marvin.” Marvin stopped and looked at Bing when he heard his name, tilting his head a little. “Can Chase color with you?” 

“Yeah!” Marvin went over to Chase and took his hand. Bing chuckled at the little blush on Chase’s face as he was lead away. 

Bing could feel a blush on his own face creeping up when he thought about Chase’s dad. He was a great guy, taking in his brother’s kid after his unfortunate passing and the mother being too unfit to care for the child. He did most of his work at home but used the company’s daycare to make sure Chase got to play with other kids and get the attention he deserves. It also helped that he was very handsome. 

“Attack!” Anti’s shout snapped Bing out of his thoughts and he scooped up the running child. “Down! Down!” Anti demanded. Bing just ignored him after taking the pencil away and went over to his desk, checking his paperwork and smirking when he saw that Dark and Wilford were scheduled to get their children at the same time today. Bing looked at Anti and saw that he had already calmed down and had his arms wrapped around his neck and was resting his head on his chest. 

“Now, what have I said about running with sharp things in your hands?” Bing asked.

“Not to.” Anti muttered. 

“What do we say?” 

“I’m so sorry.” Google said, cutting Anti off from answering as he walked into the daycare. “There was a form I just could not get to submit and-” 

“It’s fine. Chase is over there with Marvin coloring.” Bing said, gesturing with his head. “Between you and me, I think he’s got a little crush.” Bing chuckled. 

“K-I-S-S-I-N…” Anti stopped his spelling and scrunched up his brows in thought. “G!” He shouted after remembering the final letter. 

“How about you go play blocks with Robbie?” Bing suggested, placing Anti down. 

“Okay! But.” Anti held out the word before taking Google’s hand and Bing’s hand and making them touch palm to palm. Anti stuck his tongue out a little as he made the fingers go down and had the two holding hands. “Better!” Anti giggled before taking off. 

“They’re all having a big hand holding phase.” Bing explained with a chuckle. “I told them that people do that when they care for each other.”

“That’s sweet.” Google said, smiling at Bing for a bit before realizing that they were still holding hands. “Oh…sorry.” Google took his hand away and both he and Bing nervously laughed. “So…uh…I was wondering if you wanted to-” 

“Dad!” Chase squealed and ran over to Google, hugging his leg. 

“Hey, buddy.” Google greeted, rubbing the top of Chase’s head. “I heard someone’s got a little crush on Marvin.” 

“I do not!” Chase protested, hiding his face against Google’s leg. 

“Chase my boyfriend.” Marvin announced, standing next to Bing. 

“I am?” Chase asked. Marvin just nodded his head before giggling and running away. “I have boyfriend.” Chase said to Google. 

“I guess you do.” Google chuckled. 

“You need boyfriend.” Chase stated. 

“I do?” Google watched as Chase pointed at Bing. “Bee can be boyfriend.” 

“Chase, I don’t know if-” 

“How about dinner tonight? I’m free at five.” Bing suggested, his entire face burning and he could see the red on Google’s as well. 

“Y-Yeah, sure…I’d like that.” Google smiled. 

“I’ll see you then?”

“Yeah.” 

#anon #child au #bingle #trickshot #chasexmarvin #SingleDad!Google

[iamvegorott]

A Small Glitch Chapter 8

In Session

Dark sat at the edge of his bed, gently running his hand through Anti’s hair. Anti was still curled up in the blankets, staring at the clock sitting on the bedside table.

“I’d be making breakfast for her right now,” Anti said softly.

“I know,” Dark said, rubbing his thumb against Anti’s temple.

“I was gonna make pancakes...I was gonna put some apple slices on Ann’s.” Anti sniffed. “She loves apples.” He added, body shaking a little as he began to cry again. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“None of this is your fault.” Dark slid his hand down so he was now rubbing Anti’s shoulder.

“I’m the one who wanted Ann. I’m the one who convinced you to let her into our home. It’s my fault that she’s going back to live the same woman who fucking tied her to a door and left her there!” Anti sat up, tears streaming down his face. “How the fuck are they letting her go back to that woman!?”

“I’m working on it. I’m taking the legal route first to see if this can be done swiftly with the law on our side.”

“Fuck the law,” Anti growled. “The law is what took her away.”

“That’s why we have the egos.” Dark chuckled, nodding his head when there was a knock.

“We ‘found’ their names,” Wilford said with a smirk as he handed Dark a folder.

“Wait, ’we’?” Anti threw the blanket off of himself and got out of bed, not bothering to put a shirt on, or pants.

“She was malnourished when she was brought into their home.” Dr. Iplier stated while Bim was writing everything down into a notebook.

“She looked as if to not have slept in days as well.” Dr. Schneeplestein added.

“What…” Anti’s eyes were wide with shock. Their dining table had been moved into the living room, papers were scattered all over it and all of the egos were gathered around it.

“Waffle?” Chase offered, holding out a prepared plate towards Anti. Anti took the plate in stunned silence, looking over his shoulder when he felt a hand on it.

“I’m getting her back,” Dark said. “I know how badly you just want to attack the woman who caused this. But I plan on taking Annalise away from her like she did to us. I want her to suffer like we did and she’s going to pay.”

“That’s so fucking hot,” Anti said under his breath as Dark went to join the egos.

“I’m assuming you're going to represent yourself?” Google asked, a screen projecting on the table they sat at.

“No lawyer can do what I can,” Dark stated, straightening his tie and going to the head of the table.

“You gonna put pants on, bro?” Bing asked Anti. The virus tilted his head and looked down at himself.

“What-oh!” Anti quickly went back into the bedroom.

“Jolene Barbetti...how fitting,” Dark growled after opening the file. “Tell me everything.”

“She is twenty-one years old,” Google stated. “She gave birth to Annalise right after turning eighteen. She chose to keep the child against her parent’s wishes since her, at the time boyfriend, Alexander Richards, wanted to keep her.”

“Alexander is twenty-three. He’s a construction worker.” Bing leaned over Google’s shoulder to read what was on the screen. “He moved on to marry a woman named Kathy Harrington shortly after Annalise was born.”

“Alexander has said on record that Jolene is ‘a manipulative person who believes that she has never done wrong’.” Chase read from a piece of holographic paper.

“She’s about to meet the best manipulator ever.” Marvin chuckled and held up a wand. “And witness the greatest vanishing act ever.”

“Fill me in, what the hell is happening?” Anti asked when he came back into the room, sitting in the empty chair next to Dark and placing the plate of waffles in front of him.

“Viana called this morning and said there’s still a chance for us to get Annalise back,” Dark said, sliding the folder towards Anti so he could read while he ate. “Since Jolene technically abandoned her child, we can fight for custody since we were signed under temporary guardianship.”

“Temporary?” Anti said through a mouthful of waffle.

“We need to wait six months before the final form was filled and stating that Jolene fully gave up ownership of Annalise,” Dark explained.

“Adoptions are very complicated,” Google stated.

“They are only complicated when a bitch gets in the way.” Chase huffed.

“I still say we go in there and give her a few shots to the gut. That oughta tell her.” Wilford chuckled, pulling out his favorite revolver.

“We are not resorting to violence...yet.” Dark winked at Anti when he said the last word. “Our court date is in a week, we have a lot of work to do.”

                                                          x~x~x

Anti had a violent urge to vomit as everyone sat back down when the judge said they could. It took everything in his being to not lunge himself at Jolene and tear her apart with his bare hands. It also was almost impossible to not hug Annalise, who he knew was sitting in a room right next to them. Anti just wanted to get his little girl and leave. He just wanted to go home with his family.

“My client made a mistake. She’s human, it happens to the best of us.” Jolene’s lawyer stated. “She has atoned her actions and is more than fitting to care for her child.” The lawyer looked at Anti and Dark as he sat down.

“Jolene Barbetti is nowhere near fit to take care of our child.” Dark shot the lawyer the same look. “When Annalise was abandoned at our home. She was tied to our screen door with a rope. Annalise wasn’t simply let there, she was tied up as if she was a dog that was no longer wanted. Annalise is no dog. She is a smart and beautiful little girl that deserves to be happy and healthy.” Dark sat back down, holding his head up and knowing that he won that part by the look of sympathy on the judge’s face.

“Jolene Barbetti, you may take the stand.”

“Yes, sir.” Jolene bowed a little before walking, sitting down and forcing a perfect posture.

“You may present the evidence.” The judge stated as he began pulling out papers.

“As you can see, we have medical records stating that Annalise was twenty pounds underweight when she came into our care. She is now of healthy weight because of what me and my partner have done.” Dark stood with his hands behind his back.

“Care to explain, Mrs. Barbetti?” The judge asked.

“This economy is terrible. I’ve been working myself to the bone to barely make enough to have a roof over our head.” Jolene said, her tone beating out false sorrow.

“All I hear are excuses, your honor,” Dark said. “I would like to ask how Jolene’s medical records state that she is over the average weight of a woman her age and size while her daughter was in danger of starvation.”

“Are you calling me fat?” Jolene gasped, putting a hand on her chest.

“You clearly are not fat and I made no such statement. I am only going by the numbers.” Dark didn’t even flinch while Jolene looked at her lawyer and she sniffed loudly when he nodded his head.

“Your numbers don’t tell the story of everything I’ve been through!” Jolene shouted. “Your numbers don’t tell the story of the nights I went to bed sobbing because my baby was hungry and there was nothing I could do for her. Your numbers-”

“What’s Ann’s favorite color!?” Anti screamed, slamming his hands on the desk as he stood.

“Uh…blue…” Jolene answered, her voice clearly saying that she was lying.

“Orange. She loves orange. Orange makes her think of happiness.” Anti said. “What’s her favorite animal?” Jolene didn’t even open her mouth.

“Your honor, Mr. Frost is not-”

“Cats! It’s cats! And my name is Mr. Powell.” Anti glared harshly at the lawyer. “My wedding was last week when your ‘client’ decided that she so needed a child that she knows nothing about!”

“You honor!”

“I’ll allow it.” The judge stated, unseen to everyone that there was a red fog covering his head. Dark was now sitting in his chair, eyes blacked-out and staring straight ahead.  

“What’s her favorite holiday? Halloween. Who’s her favorite character on Sesame Street? The Cookie Monster. She loves butterflies and ladybugs and bubbles and you have no right to take my daughter away from me!” Anti was crying at this point, tears falling on to the wooden surface of the desk.

“I...what the fuck!?” Jolene screeched. “His eyes are black! They’re black!” She pointed at Dark as she well. Dark blinked and his eyes were back to how they were before.

“My eyes are simply a very dark brown,” Dark stated, his hands shaking a little under the table as he struggled to keep together after using so much energy.

“My head.” The judge groaned. He started to rub at his temple. “We’ll finish this session tomorrow.”

“Your honor, if I may interrupt. I think we can clearly see that Annalise-”

“You’re a monster! You’re a demon or something from hell!” Jolene went back to her yelling. “He’s possessed! How can a creature take care of a child!?”

“I could ask the same of you,” Dark growled, the room going silent for only a moment.

“I knew there was something wrong with you! The moment I was told that my daughter was taken in my two men, I knew something was wrong!” Jolene stood as she shouted.

“Mrs. Barbetti, that’s enough!” The judge snapped. “Them being in a relationship has nothing to do with this case! I suggest you get your client out of here now before she says anything else that would change my favor.” He added to Jolene’s lawyer.

“Yes, your honor. Let’s-”

“Daddy! I want Daddy!” Annalise’s cries could be heard through the door. “I hate mommy! I hate! I hate!”

“I’ll be seeing everyone tomorrow.” The judge banged his gavel before leaving his stand.

“You’re not going to get her back. I need her.” Jolene said as she passed by, already recovered from her hysterics.

“Don’t be too sure of yourself,” Dark stated.

“I would suggest dropping this case now if you know what’s best for you,” Jolene warned.

“We are the worst people to threaten.” Anti stepped up to Jolene. “We will become your worst nightmare if you keep this up. You won’t just lose Annalise. You’ll lose everything.”

“Jolene, we need to leave now.” The lawyer took Jolene’s arm and lead her out of the room.

“We’re alone,” Dark said as he held Anti’s hand. Anti could feel it trembling in his grip and he quickly teleported them out of the room.

“Fuck!” Dark groaned when they appeared in their living room, the color of his skin shattered away and his aura exploded out of his back. “I need to work on that more.” He said as he panted. Dark turned his head and saw that Anti was pacing and glitching. “Anti, everything is going to be fine.”

“She threatened us. Us! Does she know who we are!? We make people disappear for a living! I fucking cut them open as if they were a fucking roast and laugh while doing it!” Anti’s eyes began to glow. “I’ll slowly cut off every single part of her body off and make sure she lives through all of it!”

“Anti…” Dark wrapped his arms around his husband, burying his face into the crook of his neck. “We’re going to win this. The judge would have to be crazy to allow Annalise to go back to her. I have everything written down, I have evidence to back up all of the allegations. Your forged recordings and my documents will ensure that Annalise will be back home with us soon.”

“I’ll kill her…”

“Later.” Dark lifted his head and started to rub Anti’s shoulders. “First, we break her.” Dark kissed Anti’s cheek. “We’ll lure her into a false sense of peace.” A kiss to the jaw. “She’ll think that she’s safe and sound.” A kiss to the neck. “Then we’ll come in.” Dark’s hands slide down Anti’s arm as he kissed his neck again. “We’ll destroy everything.” Anti took in a shaky breath as Dark’s hands slipped under the end of his shirt, untucking it and his tongue went across the bottom of his neck. “Her finances will vanish. Her friends will hate her. Her own mother won’t even look at her.” Dark’s hands began moving up, taking the shirt with it. His voice was a low whisper, his breath hot against Anti’s ear. “She'll hate everything in her life. She’ll hate herself.”

“D-Dark.” Anti groaned as one of the hands stayed up and the other slowly traveled down his stomach, his fingers barely grazing the skin.

“She’ll want to die. She’ll fight it at first. She’ll try to think of things that will keep her here and she’ll realize that it’s all gone. We took all of it away.” Anti leaned back into Dark as a thumb tucked itself into the top of his pants. Anti tilted his head back and his chest heaved as he breathed heavily. “When she’s finally ready to cave, we won’t even allow her the grace of ending it herself.” Dark grinned before giving Anti a kiss.

“Dark!” Wilford shouted as he threw open the door, not even blinking twice at the scene he saw. “You need to know something!” He kept shouting as he waved a piece of paper.

“What? What’s wrong?” Dark lowered Anti’s shirt and moved to let the other man could go behind him and make sure he was put together.

“It’s Alexander!”

“What about Alexander? He wasn’t at the trial, he clearly doesn’t care-”

“He’s the head judge!” Wilford interrupted, holding the page out.

“What!?” Dark took the paper and started reading it.

“Host kept saying that the trail wasn’t going to end well and we could not figure out what he meant. Google did some digging and found this.” Wilford explained. Anti scratched his head before speaking.

“What does Alexander being a head judge have to do with us? He left Jolene, he doesn’t…” Dark, Anti and Wilford all stared at Dark’s jacket when it began to ring. Dark gave Anti the paper and answered his phone, turning away from the other men.

“Viana, why are you crying?” Wilford and Anti shared a concerned look. “What!? How!? The judge said we had another session tomorrow!” Dark’s foot was tapping against the ground as he aura slowly grew. “That can’t be legal! Fuck what he says!” Dark suddenly stiffened. “Alright...fine...let her have her way.”

“Dark…” Anti watched as Dark started to shake. Both Anti and Wilford took a step back when Dark let out a yell as he threw his phone against the wall, shattering it.

“We lost!” Dark screamed. “We fucking lost!”

“How!? We still-”

“Alexander Richards,”Dark growled. “He took over the case and placed a ruling immediately, dismissing all evidence as faulty and granting Jolene full custody!” The three stood in silence, the only sound was Dark breathing through his teeth. He finally took a deep breath before slowly turning around, a very large grin on his face. “We’re going to get her back.”

“Is it my turn?” Anti asked with a chuckle.

“Fuck the law.”

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