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lirusstories · 7 months

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Sharpened Stones - Septic/Egotober Day 2

Tw: Panic Attack, Flasback

Egotober: Stone(sorta)

Septictober: Sharp Objects (Sorta)

Word count: 792

”I do think-“

“Henrik I'm fine I can go up and down the stairs just fine.”

Henrik gives Jack a Look that has him looking away.

“You need to take it easy, you are still recovering and-“

”Alright Alright I'll stay downstairs while you guys are gone.“ Trying to keep from sounding upset.

Henrik sighs, ”Look, Chase will back in a couple of hours, he's picking Angus up from the airport, just. If it weren't for Jackie you would have fallen yesterday.”

“That wasn't my fault!”

“I know, your legs gave out and that is the issue. You need to keep using your legs yes but I am begging you to use your cane and refrain from using the stairs.” Henrik tells him concerned.

“I know Marvin's potions are helping but they are not a cure all, you were-” Henrik takes a deep breath as he tries not to get upset further, he doesn't want to make Jack upset either but at this point it feels rather inevitable sometimes. He doesn't blame him it's just, frustrating.

“I'll be fine Henrik, I'll walk around down here and if I'm hungry I'll just grab something from the kitchen.” Jack assures.

Henrik still looks concerned before eventually caving and nodding.

”Alvight, Alvight. I'll leave you alone. Just, call one of us is something comes up, alvight?“

”Alright Alright, I'll be fine. Don't forget you have other patients to look after.“ Jack attempts to joke lightheartedly.

Henrik gives him a different Look.

”Jack, you are my brother, you are who I'm most concerned for.“ Henrik tells him softly.

Jack can't help but feel warm and nod a little.

”Now, I do need to go to work before I have to deal with Randy calling me.“

”Fuck he's still around? You'd like he'd retired by now.”

“Yes well he likes ruining my day, so I better go before I send him into an early grave. I love you, and remember to call if you need one of us.”

“I know, I know. I love you too, now go before Randy starts blowing up your phone.”

Henrik chuckles and nods, far more relaxed about leaving jack at home. “I'll see you soon.”

“See ya, and be safe!” Jack shouts after Henrik before falling into a coughing fit after the door closes.

Damn he's really pushing is voice right now. He imagines his asthma isn't too happy with him either.

He sits back and manages a few breaths before taking in the silence.

He hates it.

He was alone that night too, if Jackie hadn't come home and found him...

He shakes his head, wincing as his memories make his throat throb before turning on the TV to drown out his memories. It's his first time home alone since he woke up and he will not let the anxiety get to him.

It's a few hours later when Jack's stomach starts rumbling and he realizes he should probably get up and make himself something.

Grabbing the cane given to him by the hospital, he pushes himself off of the couch before slowly making his way to the kitchen.

He rummages through the cupboard first, going to grab a bag of chips before Henrik's words ring through his head, reminding him to eat healthy for at least the first few months. Jackie, Chase and Jameson still slip him some chips or candy bars when Henrik, Marvin or Jacques aren't paying attention or home but still.

He sighs before grabbing the oatmeal. Hopefully he'll remember it on the stove.

Good news! He did, bad news, he's forgotten where the spoons are.

He remembered them yesterday he knows he did, he remembers that he grabbed them just, not from where.

So now here he is, opening and closing draws as he tries to remember where before freezing dead is his tracks.

He stares at the drawer filled with the knives.

He swears he can feel his body painfully and forcefully glitching again as he stares at them and for a moment he swears one of them is coated with red.

And he knows it's not real. He knows it's not because they've replaced them after that night.

He slams the drawer shut as he stumbles back and into the dinning room table as he gasps for breath.

It feels like there are stones in his stomach as his appetite vanishes as he desperately tries to ground himself but he just can't.

He can feel the cold metal opening his throat when he couldn't even twitch a muscle. And then his voice, oh god it sounds like it’s right in his ear.

”Look at you!“

Chase and Angus come home hours later to find him passed out under the dining room table.

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septic-dr-schneep · 8 months

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#jacksepticeye #robbie the zombie #shawn flynn #angus the survival hunter #bingsepticeye #poll #i'm curious

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trxsh3banditt · 4 months

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New JSE Ego Headcannons (Gender/Sexuality/Pronouns)

Note! This includes fan made egos such as Shawn Flynn, Robbie, Angus, Marcus(The character Jack plays as in Poppy Playtime Chapter 2), Jacques, BSE, S34N, and a character based off the Russian voice Jack does for Papers Please(His name is Nikolai Yozhikov)

Chase Brody Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them Gender: Demiboy Sexuality: Bisexual

Henrik Von Schneeplestein Pronouns: He/Him/She/Her Gender: Bigender Sexuality: Pansexual

Jacques Torez Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them/It/Its Gender: Agender Sexuality: Aromantic Gay

Jackieboy-Man Pronouns: He/Him Gender: Trans Male Sexuality: Gay

Marvin the Magnificent Pronouns: Mirror Pronouns Gender: Genderfluid Sexuality: Pansexual

Anti Pronouns: He/Him/It/Its Gender: Agender Sexuality: AroAce

Jameson Jackson Pronouns: He/Him Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual

Robbie the Zombie Pronouns: It/Its Gender: Agender Sexuality: AroAce

Shawn Flynn Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them/She/Her Gender: Demigender Sexuality: Gay

Angus Irwin Pronouns: He/Him Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual

Marcus Brickley Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them Gender: Demiboy Sexuality: Bi-curious

Nikolai Yozhikov Pronouns: He/Him/It/Its Gender: Non-Binary Sexuality: Unlabled

BSE Pronouns: He/Him/It/Its Gender: Unknown Sexuality: Unlabled

S34N Pronouns: It/Its Gender: Unknown Sexuality: Unknown

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franklyshipping · 8 months

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Consequences Of The Wilderness ~ A Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE THE FIRST FIC FROM THE NEW PROMPT CYCLE! This is courtesy of the wonderful Jameson/Marvin anon, thank you so much for sending this in! It's time to have fun with our favourite septic survival guy + the best dad... LET'S DO THIS!

Angus had been trying to figure out for a while what exactly it was that made Chase the most incredible father. There were endless factors to consider: his patience, kindness, the way he gave his time, how he helped his kids feel like they were listened to. But Angus had discovered a factor more important than all of these. Somehow, Chase had retained the ability to remember what it was like to be a child, and never attached shame to “childish” things. That meant whenever his kids had a nonsensical, wild, silly idea, they knew they could always bring it up to their dad without worrying about being shamed or made fun of or told to “grow up”. The child in Chase was still alive, and Angus thought that was amazing. Though, it also meant he was having to keep his senses keen as he lead Chase through the manor’s woodland, knowing at any moment Chase could dart away into the undergrowth out of excitement.

‘Ooh, that’s burdock right?’

Chase asked, and Angus huffed out a laugh as he jogged to catch up with him. He glanced at the plant Chase was pointing to, and grinned.

‘Yep. Y’know you’re gettin’ pretty good at this.’

‘Well I’ve got a pretty epic guide.’

Chase bumped shoulders with him with his own grin. Chase was planning on having a little exploration/camping trip with his kids, and figured the expansive woodland around the manor would be the perfect place for it – but he wanted to make sure he knew what things to forage and what things to not touch under any circumstances, and so had asked Angus to give him the guided tour of mother nature. Angus was more than happy to be of help, loving teaching people about nature and survival stuff whenever he could – though he hadn’t banked on Chase getting sidetracked every five minutes by a cool mushroom, patch of moss, oddly shaped tree trunk, or every single squirrel. One of which Chase had had spotted, and darted after yet again.

‘Oh for– Chase slow down!’

‘Relax Angus I’m good!’

Angus sighed with a laugh, trying to keep pace with him whilst also keeping his keen gaze on the forest floor.

‘Yeah, you won’t be good when you get caught by one of King’s traps because you’re not watching your step!’

Chase rolled his eyes and turned to face Angus, walking backwards at the same time as he smiled.

‘Oh relax! You said they’re not dangerous and besides, I have you! What trouble could I possibly get int–AHH!’

This, is what we in the storytelling business like to call ironic. Angus gaped as he watched Chase get suddenly suspended upside down in the air, courtesy of a hidden rope loop catching his ankle, tightening, and triggering the hidden pulley system camouflaged by the nearby oak tree. After a few second of shocked shrieking and flailing, Chase realised the trap was indeed harmless, and now hung limply in the air with a red face as Angus burst into cackles. The survival expert’s mirth was full of snorts as he grinned at Chase, his eyes bright as he remarked.

‘What was that you were saying–?’

‘Don’t even start! Goddamnit– can you just get me down, please!’

Chase tried reaching up towards the rope around his ankle, but unfortunately he was nowhere near flexible enough – nor did he have a lot of stamina, since he and Angus had been out and walking for two hours already! He grunted for probably around five minutes, before once again going limp and pouting at Angus. Angus, who for the whole five minutes had not stopped laughing, had also decided to whip out his phone and take pictures.

‘This is too good. Yep, these are definitely ones for the fridge–’

‘Angus!’

Angus snorted at Chase’s indignant, embarrassed voice, and took a few more snaps before putting his phone away. To Angus, this was the most perfectly hilarious thing that could have happened and he was loving it. He came up to Chase, tilting his head down at him as he shook his head and tutted.

‘I warned you to be careful but nope, you just had to go and walk backwards of all things.’

Angus smirked, making Chase’s cheeks redden even more from the teasing.

‘Now look atcha, all strung up with nowhere to go… and out here in the wilderness, anything could getcha.’

Angus said… and something in his voice sent a little chill down Chase’s spine. Chase squirmed as Angus started to pace around him, circling him as his smile got bigger and bigger, and the glint in his eyes told Chase that something mischievous was brewing in his mind.

‘Angus… Angus c’mon, just get me down! I’ll watch where I’m going now, I promise!’

He said, but there was no dissuading the mischief that had taken root in Angus now. It was the same with every Septic ego – if there was even a flicker of mischief in their minds, it would grow into a raging fire, no matter what. Angus’ dark brown eyes flicked over Chase’s stomach, which was pretty exposed thanks to gravity making Chase’s t-shirt slip down.

‘I think you need to learn what happens when you don’t keep your wits about you in the wild.’

Angus reached out and ran his fingers along Chase’s tummy, before treating the soft skin to a flurry of scratches, drawing out a surprised squeal from the suspended dad. He burst into giggles, his dangling arms flailing wildly (and with little effect).

‘AHH! Nononohoho nohoho tihihickles noho tihihickles!’

Thanks to the might of gravity, and the un-mightiness of Chase’s limbs, kept him helpless to the tickly onslaught, which Angus found utterly delightful. He gasped in mock shock, eyebrows knitting together with faux concern as his fingers continued their dance.

‘Oh no, you’re not ticklish are you?’

Angus’ blunt nails were the star of this tickly show so far, their scrapes coaxing out sweet snorts from Chase through his giggle fit.

‘Anguhus plehehehease! Thihihis ihihisn’t fahahair!’

‘Listen man, the wilderness isn’t fair! And when you don’t watch your step then you gotta pay the consequences!’

‘Nahahaha! Lehehet mehehehe goho yohohou ahass!’

Chase retorted, and made one last ditch attempt to grapple with Angus, but the survival hunter merely chuckled and moved so he was stood behind him. Chase squealed when Angus wrapped his arms around his middle from behind so he could keep on tickling, now pinching the flesh of his stomach.

‘Oooh you almost got me there! Too bad you’re stuck huh?’

Angus teased, snickering as he gave Chase’s bellybutton a sneaky boop, earning him a cute yelp. Then Chase felt like he was being electrocuted when Angus’s nails swept to toy at his ribs with tweaks and flutters – he let out an initial howl of laughter before descending into cackles, his body wriggling like a fish on a line.

‘STAHAHAHAP OHOHO GAHAD NAHAHAT THEHERE!’

Chase babbled. Angus grinned, and lowered his voice playfully as he stroked his nails back and forth in-between his ribs.

‘Y’know, this is pretty entertaining. Maybe instead of camping we should keep you like this, then your kids could have fun tickling you to smithereens!’

I think it’s safe to say that Chase’s face was fully magenta. The most flustering image appeared in his head, a compilation of the memories of every time his kids had ganged up on him and tickled him (usually so they could get pizza, or ice cream… or both). They always found his tickle spots with their little fingers, and their delighted giggles were always so infectious! Chase knew he’d never survive if they tickled him whilst he was like this!

‘NONONOHOHO OHOHO GOHOHOD IHI’D DIHIHIE!’

Chase face was screwed up with his mirth as Angus laughed, now tracing little circles against Chase’s topmost ribs.

‘Naahhh we’d keep you hydrated and full of snacks. I bet you could go for hours.’

‘OHMYGOHOD YOHOHOU’RE EHEVIL!’

Angus laughed again. It was a deep, warm sound, the kind that would soothe you to sleep by a campfire in spring, under normal circumstances. For Chase right now it was an entirely flustering sound, and he knew it meant something completely and utterly mean was about to happen. At this point Angus’s fingertips were hovering at the base of Chase’s armpits, which were still covered by his t-shirt. Angus slowly came around to stand in front of him, and he was wearing a grin of such wickedness that it made Chase tremble.

‘Oh you haven’t seen evil yet my friend…’

Chase’s eyes widened, and he squeaked as his t-shirt was yanked down further. Angus had it so it covered Chase’s face, effectively blindfolding him whilst at the same time revealing his armpits properly. Angus smiled and cracked his knuckles nice and close to Chase’s head, enjoying how he whined at the sound.

‘This is evil.’

Angus reached out with his pointer fingers, and used them to scratch furiously in Chase’s hollows, making the man jolt and shriek with bright, hysterical laughter. I ought to say that the sound made the birds flee from the trees or made the squirrels scamper and hide, but the nature here was well-accustomed to human mirth, and so continued with all its merry chirps. Meanwhile Chase was squealing, mainly due to the fact that not being able to see was driving him crazy!

‘OHOHO MY GAHAHAD THAHAHAT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAD!’

‘Ooohhh the wilderness has really got you now!’

Angus replied, his grin wide and practically feral now.

‘NOHOHO IHIHIT HAHASN’T YOHOU HAHAVE!’

Chase retorted, his voice reaching higher and higher pitches as he laughed and laughed.

‘Are you sure? Why don’t you tell me what you see?’

‘SCREHEHEW YOHOHOU!’

Angus chuckled, and his voice slipped into a gravelly tone once again as he added all his deft fingertips to Chase’s armpits. He adopted the “light and fast” technique, keeping his strokes light whilst his fingers moved with a pace that would easily break the sound barrier.

‘Careful Chase. The wilderness doesn’t take too kindly to being insulted.’

‘AHHH OKAYOKAYOKAHAHAYSHIT IHI’M SOHORRY I’M SOHOHORRY!’

Chase rambled, his voice cracking through his laughter as the sensations, which he was still utterly blind to, drove his ticklish underarms wild. His mind kept trying to deceive him that Angus had actually just unleashed thousands of tap-dancing ants into his hollows – it was maddening! Chase knew he couldn’t take much more, hence the babbled apologies. But of course, Angus wasn’t going to give him mercy that easily.

‘For what?’

‘FOHOHOR INSUHULTING YOHOU!’

Angus grinned, focusing his flutters right at the centres of Chase’s open underarms.

‘And?’

‘AHAHAND FOHOR RUHUNNING OHOFF AHAHAND NOHOT LIHIHISTENING!’

Chase wailed, making Angus chuckle fondly before he finally ceased his tickling. His fingers went to the rope around Chase’s ankle and a moment later he was free, landing in a soft pile of leaves. Chase was the most adorable giggly heap of limbs and flushed cheeks as he hurriedly pulled his t-shirt back down, his eyes watery as he hugged and rubbed at his midriff.

‘Ohoho my gohohod…’

Angus grinned, resting his hands on his hips as he looked down at Chase.

‘You alright down there explorer?’

Chase smiled and nodded bashfully, accepting Angus’s hand up with a giggle.

‘Yeah, though I don’t know how me and the kids are gonna camp if there are secret traps like that everywhere.’

Angus chuckled, and nudged his shoulder as his expression softened.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll disable them so you guys have a safe area to camp in.’

Chase smiled at him, fiddling with his fingers as he replied quietly.

‘Really?’

‘Of course buddy.’

Angus gave Chase’s shoulder a little squeeze, his voice dimming down to a warm, soothing tone.

‘The kids are never gonna forget camping with you for the rest of their lives, because you’re an epic dad and you’re gonna give ‘em the most fun time ever. I know it.’

Chase’ eyes, already watery from mirth, got even glassier from Angus’s kind words. The two hugged wordlessly for a few moments, and Angus patted Chase’s back as the dad gave him a squeeze. When they parted Chase wiped the corner of his eye and smiled.

‘Thanks man.’

Angus smiled and winked softly.

‘Anytime. Now, you wanna see a cool clearing that’s perfect for your base camp?’

‘Hell yeah!’

Chase giggled, his face lighting up at the thought of more exploring – though when they headed off this time Chase had a more careful pace, which made Angus smirk. Angus was right too. When Chase’s kids did arrive, just as the sun was setting, Chase (with Angus as his eager helper) had created the most elaborate set-up of tents, fairy lights, snack hordes, and even designed his own little guide books with blank spaces on some of the pages, so his kids could mark down their finds and have those memories forever. That is the best consequence of the wildness: memories that are guaranteed to last a lifetime.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DOOO, WOO LUV YOUS!!

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al13n-fr34k · 1 year

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Oh don't worry about it Angus! You didn't miss much!

Taggs: @rosiethefox @shawnthevampire

*eternal screams in what do I have to do to find fanmade/hardly ever seen egos on my fyp-*

#jacksepticeye #jse egos #jacksepticeye community #jacksepticeye fandom #jse fandom #jse angus #angus irwin #angus the survival hunter #shitpost #have you guys missed me drawing? i haven't done it in ages #lol #dinodrawsshit

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thesurvialhunter22 · 11 days

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Sooo you lived huh?? Sorry I left you at the McDonalds.

… you fuckin cunt/lh

#angus irwin #angus the survival hunter #ask blog

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ashesofangst · 1 year

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duo names for egos? you know, like how dsmp has duo, trio, and group names. i wanna see what you think are good duo names for them.

Alright gonna list them, but you’re all welcome to disagree or agree! Some of them are based on lore, some of them are based on personal headcanons, and some are based on headcanons everyone has!

Dark and Anti - Void Duo (Because in DvA, they’re fighting over a void).

Chase and Henrik - Dad Duo (Because in cannon, Chase is a Dad, and I think Henrik mentioned having kids as well as a wife so-).

Marvin and Bim - Spotlight Duo (Because Marvin is a magician, and Bim is a gameshow host).

Marvin and Jackie - Power Duo (Because Marvin is a powerful magician, and Jackie is a powerful superhero).

Jackie and Chase - Brothers/Media Duo (Because I hc them to be brothers and because Chase runs a YouTube channel, and Jackie has to have faced press at least once as a hero).

JJ and Marvin - 20’s Duo (Because JJ is from the 1920s, and in the video with Marvin, I’m pretty sure it the book’s printing was 1920-something).

JJ and Anti - Conspiracy/Possession/Puppet Duo (Because there’s so many conspiracies that I’ve seen about the two of them and because Anti has possessed him before).

JJ and Wilford - Mustache Duo (Because mustache).

Dark and Wilford - Old Friend Duo (Because they’re old friends).

Dark and Actor - Date Duo (Because ADWM).

Actor and Wilford - Murderer Duo (Because both have killed someone).

Actor and Bim - Lights, Camera, Action! Duo (Because both are stars).

Angus and Anti - Knife Duo (Because fanart of Angus with knives, and Anti is known for knives).

Anti and Robbie - Undead Duo (Because undead).

Henrik and Anti - Antidepressants Duo (Because of the video that made Henrik just dip for a year-)

I have more, but this all I have for now. Feel free to comment and/or reblog with your versions! I’d love to here them!

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glass-trash-bab · 2 years

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Egoshiptober day 7!! Orange!!

oh, look. Angus in his villain arc jdhgfbhjb

#this man needs to fucking chill #eyestrain #bright colors #egoshiptober 2022 #egoshiptober #jse #jse egos #jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #angus the survival hunter #werewolf anti vampire jj au #glassart #glass art

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gh0st1nth3wa11s · 1 year

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thinking about how, everyone forgets about Angus. Who I'm pretty sure is SEANS FIRST EGO. and he has so much potential, angst fluff you name it! He's got a wife and kids I'm pretty sure!! Bring back Angus the Survival Hunter!

#Jse #Jacksepticeye egos #jacksepticeye fandom #angus the survival hunter #I LOVE HIM SM #HES SO NEAT #I THINK SEAN MENTIONED HIM SOMEWHERE BUT I CANT REMEMBER

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greydoesthearts · 2 years

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We got a bunch of Angus for the request, how’s about that! (I’m drawing a Robbie too for this anon and another hehe) but in the meantime here’s an ego I’ve never drawn human before :D he was fun, though I did originally have other plans I wasn’t able to get to so I hope just a normal design suffices ^-^

Handsome survival lad for you all

(Tagging @glass-trash-bab and @bondedostae since they so kindly asked for the man)

#jacksepticeye #angus irwin #angus the survival hunter #jse egos #noncanon egos #genuinely really sorry this took so long and also became super underwhelming plans changed :(#ily guys though /p #grey does requests

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lirusstories · 7 months

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Mirrors - Septic/egotober Day 13

Tw: Mentions of death, scars, burning, drowning, chase's suicide attempt, bleeding throats, implied strangulation, puppet strings. All are merely mentioned in passing

Egotober: Mirror

Septictober: Horror Movie themed (Paranormal Horror)

Word Count: 646

There's something weird going on, in the house, specifically the mirrors, sometimes someone will look in the mirror and there's these… scars, that could be seen, and when you blink they're gone.

But the most blatantly obvious are Jack’s videos there are these weird glitches, that warps his face or voice and sometimes it looks like he’s just sitting there… dead.

And worst of all Anti’s been acting different, more jumpy, practically glued to whoever is in the room with him side.

He’s been having nightmares too, of what they don’t know, he won't tell him, but sometimes he’ll wake up sobbing and apologizing before he asks about Jack.

Learning that he’s okay seems to help him fall back asleep.

And it seems almost every day now that they see Anti’s reflection and it just, looks wrong, Marvin swears that while Anti was distracted Anti’s reflection glared at him with the hatred of someone wishing him death.

And none of them are comforted by the fact that they’ve all caught him mumbling, pleading, with his reflection before that didn’t feel like his reflection until they made their presence more obvious.

It’s gotten to the point where Marvin, Jameson and even Chase and Henrik have covered any reflections in their rooms.

It makes it easier to ignore the whispering.

The most concerning thing is is how oblivious Jack is to all of it, and Anti’s been clinging to his side more and more, it concerns their brothers at how terrified he is to leave his side.

Marvin takes it upon himself to cover the mirrors in his and Jack’s room as well. At least until he can find out what's going on.

Regrettably that doesn’t seem to help Anti at all, it just seems to make him more paranoid with his eyes flittering about, as if he’s going to be attacked at any moment.

Marvin catches Anti staring blankly and unblinkingly into the bathroom mirror one morning. His eyes red and tears streaming down his face from his eyes desperate attempt to prevent from drying out.

They don’t leave Anti alone after that.

Henrik calls out of work sick, it worries Marvin when the man enters the house looking spooked with a hand resting by his neck.

Marvin’s hearts in his throat when he sees what he can only see rope burns in Henrik’s reflection on the granite counter top.

All these reflections, no matter what, seem to just get worse, Jackie burned and scarred, Henrik’s eyes dead with rope burns around his neck, Jameson’s eyes dead with what look like strings around his neck.

Chase with… Chase’s head bleeding and tears streaking down his face, Shawn’s eyes completely black, the man looking like he’s been drowned in Ink.

Markus with his limbs too long and strewn about, Angus burn scars that seem to engulf him, Jacques looking almost a sickly green and deep cuts all over his face (they’re rather grateful they’ve only seen his face in reflections after that one.)

Marvin himself has what appears to be burn scars all over his face and the most terrifying of all, they had caught Jack and Anti asleep huddled into each other on the couch with the tv off. And the reflection showed them with bleeding throats, Jack completely limp and Anti fritzting out, silently screaming and begging as he attempts to claw at himself and a darker than dark figure towering over him.

It only lasted half a second, but the sight of the figure towering over the two of them, struck a fear into Marvin he doesn’t think he’s experienced before.

Marvin doesn’t know how to react when he gets the call from Jackie that Jack’s in the hospital missing. But his stomach churns when he can see his reflection laughing at him out of the corner of his eye.

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epicseptic · 1 year

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Erseptyl

Ch1 | Where it begins

Word Count 3,573

I haven't continued this au for a long time but I'm ready to get back into it! I'm very out of practice with writing but I guess I have to start somewhere. Thank you @geekyfox2 for helping me out with this!

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Jackie was used to getting up early in the mornings. He ran the only horse stable in all of town which was fully open to the community. People who traveled in and out of town to deliver parcels or explore the city often left their horses in his care so that they could take care of their business or so that they could spend the night at one of the many inns without worrying about their steeds' wellbeing. It was a never ending job but Jackie loved it. He loved working with the noble stallions and tending to their every need. It had always brought him a warm sense of joy and purpose to serve his community.

It used to be such a delightful job…

Things just hadn't been the same as they were in the past. The town used to be absolutely bustling with vendors beckoning on the side of the roads. Travelers from faraway villages toured the sights and shopped for souvenirs while children ran and laughed in the streets.

It used to be such a lively and welcoming place to be, but there was none of that now. Ever since the prince had suddenly vanished 3 years ago.

No one knew what happened to him. They were all told that the prince was tragically killed in the night, but they were never told how. Neither was there ever a body to bury. There was no evidence of a murder either but what were they supposed to believe?

The royal bloodline was destroyed and the throne was quickly succeeded by the second in command to the prince, and he was an awful man. Because of him, no one dared step foot outside anymore. Not unless they absolutely had to anyway.

People still worked their jobs but the streets weren't as lively or populated as they used to be. Businesses were failing due to the lack of customers and there were no more tourists to bring them their business. Only few people visited the town now, but only if they were permitted by the king to bring trades to supply the shops. Nothing more, nothing less.

In fact, by order of the new king, no resident of the city was even allowed to leave the city walls unless they were given royal permission. Failure to abide by his rules would lead to an unrecoverable punishment. More often than not, that punishment was served with death.

That's right. Anti had everyone in town wrapped around his little finger. To him, they were nothing more than pawns on a chessboard. They were just his tools to provide for him and his ultimate goal to expand his empire with the threat of war.

Ever since he came into power… It seemed as though life had literally been sucked away from the town.

Jackie still tended to the stables despite it all, but there really wasn't much to do anymore. The only horses he had left were his own, his brother's, and the kind old blacksmith down the road. Unfortunately, no travelers meant no horses, and that meant no income. Nobody had need for a stable anymore, not even the king. The selfish prick…

"It's just another quiet day, isn't it Sam?" Jackie was gently brushing through his steed's shiny, brown coat while the horse himself munched away at a pile of hay. The little glutton practically ignored his master's statement but then again, it wasn't like he was going to respond with words or anything. Jackie simply sighed in response to the silence.

The day really was quiet. It always was. It didn't help that the air was always so crisp and chilly, and the sky was always covered by a gloomy blanket of clouds. It made everything feel so… empty. It's like the earth itself was mourning. Kind of like a dry, lifeless tree in the middle of a scorched, vacant field. Colorless and gray…

It was depressing to say the least and even though he tried not to let it get to him, he couldn't stand this feeling anymore. Every day he was walking on glass shards and he was tired. Tired of feeling like a caged bird. Did anyone else around him even feel this way? He solemnly looked to the ground and sighed.

"Things really aren't what they used to be-"

"Mornin' bro!" Jackie felt an abrupt slap on his back, interrupting his private heart to heart with his horse. The scare caused him to drop the brush in his hand and he quickly whipped his head around to find Angus walking behind him.

"Oh… hey," Awkwardly, he offered his brother a friendly smile.

"Hey, Sam is looking pretty good there," Angus remarked, nodding his head in the horse's direction. He turned his attention to the horse in the next aisle over with a beautiful white and tan pattern. "Huh. So is Patches… Did you fix her up already?" He seemed genuinely astonished at how quickly his brother was able to get everything done.

"Yep, I'm pretty much done with everything here. I fed the horses, cleaned their hooves, fixed their shoes, brushed their manes and coats-"

"Geez!" Angus interrupted. "Save some work for the rest of us! How are you gonna get through the rest of the day without crashing?" He gave a light-hearted chuckle and ruffled up his brother's hair, earning a frustrated growl from him.

"Heh, I think I'll manage," he said plainly as he ran his fingers through his hair to smooth out the now messy strands. "Think we should start heading over to Shawn's right about now?"

"Might as well. It's still early but it's not like there's much else to do." He suggested rather calmly.

Shawn had been a good friend of theirs ever since they moved into town. He ran his own general store and had been incredibly successful ever since he opened his doors. When they had first met Shawn, his store was being robbed by a couple of outlaws.

At the time, Jackie and Angus had only been living in town for about a month and were on their way to do their weekly supply run when they saw people screaming and running away from the shop's front doors. Without hesitation, the two of them rushed in and drew their weapons, ready for confrontation.

When they entered, four men were haggling and threatening poor Shawn to hand over his coins, pointing daggers to his face and blocking any possible escape. The pair split up the group and swiftly tied them up, turning them over to the authorities and overall earning the shop owner's respect.

Shawn wasn't always the best at communicating his emotions, but the pair knew he was grateful nonetheless. After that whole fiasco, they were always more than welcome to come by the shop for anything.

In fact, ever since the stable's business began to falter, Shawn kindly offered his friends a job to earn some extra money. It was such a kind thing for him to do, especially since his own income took a bit of a fall itself.

The shop wasn't far; just up the road from the stables and up a small set of stairs next to a soup kitchen. It was only about a ten minute walk to get there and the brothers chatted amongst themselves the whole way.

"Hmm… You think we should make a casserole for dinner?" Jackie asked, looking straight up at the cloudy sky above. He was almost trying to make their schedule sound busier than it really was.

"Sounds good to me!"

"Pfft, everything sounds good to you. You eat like a hog-" Jackie jested.

"Not true! I don't eat asparagus. It's disgusting-"

His defensive response made him chuckle. "For being the older one, I think you're being a little dramatic. But whatever, I won't put any asparagus in the casserole-"

"Shhh-" He suddenly ordered, putting his hand out in front of Jackie, signaling him to zip it.

All joking suddenly stopped and Jackie focused his attention forward. In front of them were two guards performing their daily patrols. Their uniforms were an ashy shade of black and their eyes, as usual, were hidden by their hoods. They were faceless; like they were purely made from shadows. One thing was for sure, they didn't feel human.

Hundreds of these guys suddenly showed up when the new king had come into power. They appeared from nowhere but they carried out every one of the King's sinister desires. They enforced every outrageous law and detained anyone who merely looked at them wrong.

THEY were the reason the streets were empty. It was because of them no one dared to leave their homes unless it was absolutely necessary for survival.

Jackie knew better than to look into their eyes - if they even HAD eyes anyway. The two soldiers were walking in their direction, heading down the path they just came from. Jackie kept his mouth shut and stared at the road ahead of him and Angus did the same. However, Jackie could feel the weight of their gaze on him and just as their shoulders had passed each other, his eyes couldn't help but dart up to catch a glimpse of the soldier closest to them.

The man was looking directly at him and his breath hitched in his throat when he met his cold eyes. For a short moment, he waited for that dreaded call to halt and stay where he was, but thankfully the soldiers ignored him without a single word.

He sighed with relief before flinching at the sound of Angus' subtle tone.

"Never know what will get you in trouble these days…" He took a peek behind him to give a disgusted glare at the men walking away from them before turning his head back around.

Jackie watched him and silently agreed. At this point, if even one thing was out of place, you could easily be arrested or fined. It was unfair, yes, but that was how they liked it. The soldiers wanted a reaction out of people - to hear them plead for mercy - so that they could arrest them for being disorderly. It was entertainment for them…

With a shake of his head, he pushed those bitter thoughts away from his mind. It was too early to be tiptoeing around these assholes. He just really didn't want to think about it right now. "C'mon, we're almost to Shawn's. Let's just go…"

—

The door to the general store swung open and the sound of a brass bell rang to alert the shop owner of a customer.

Shawn turned his head to glance at the door from behind the counter where he was unpacking some boxes.

"Well you guys sure are early," he remarked, stopping to reach below the counter for another, rather large, box. "Your shifts don't start for another couple of hours."

"Eh, business at the stables is slow as ever. We decided to make ourselves useful over here," Angus fidgeted with a price tag on a jar of raisins that was sitting on a shelf.

"Don't touch that, you'll break it."

"Whoops-" he quickly let go of it per the shopkeeper's request, not even questioning how Shawn knew he was touching it when he was crouched down behind the counter. "Sorry."

Jackie on the other hand snickered at the nervous look on his brother's face.

"Well, in other words, I'm actually glad you guys are here-" Shawn called out from behind the counter, standing up and heaving a heavy crate onto the counter with a loud thud. "I finally got a new shipment and it's a rather large one. I need you guys to help me stock the shelves."

Jackie instinctively walked to the counter and started picking apart the contents of the box. "Are these all just fruits? Don't you need other stuff too?"

"Oh trust me, there's about a dozen more crates in the back." The shop was in dire need of a restock indeed and Shawn had been waiting at least a month for this shipment. He'd requested an order for fruits, spices, bread, candy… Everything a general store should have and it seemed like he finally received all he'd been waiting for. "Well, it looks like we've got a long day of sorting ahead of us. On your feet, get started!"

—

The day dragged on and on until the sun was beginning to set behind the horizon. Angus continued tidying up and sorting the merchandise on the shelves while Jackie carefully swept up the dirt tracked onto the wooden floors.

Business was no better, with only a handful of customers coming in to shop. Shawn stood by the counter where he added up the store's weekly earnings. Suddenly, his voice broke the silence.

"Ugh, I tell you, this shop isn't going to last another month at this rate." He dropped a handful of coins onto the counter out of frustration. The sound of small metal coins against the wood counter startled the other two men from their concentration.

"Well, there's not much else we can do about it." Angus was the first to speak up with a dismissive shrug. "Unless, of course, you would rather complain to the king and let his men dismember you." He was being a bit spiteful but Shawn seemed to take it in a totally different direction.

"Hah, how much do you think each appendage would go for? 50 shillings?" Shawn laughed, genuinely intrigued by Angus's sarcasm.

"Do you really think you are worth that much? Sounds narcissistic if you ask me."

Jackie quietly listened on to their conversation, sweeping away at the dirt that was caught between the floorboards, not really engaging in their spiteful exchange.

"You are right, Angus. Perhaps the king would rather display my mug on his mantle!"

He stopped sweeping and grimaced at the awful image of it.

"Please, that honor probably belongs to the prince, dude."

His blood suddenly ran cold at the mention and his grip on the broom tightened.

"I'll admit, you may be right. I mean, as much as you'd like to pretend, he's sure not in the dirt-"

"Shut up!" Jackie's voice suddenly interrupted their incessant, insensitive joking. They hadn't noticed his expression until they heard him interject. He was trembling and he dropped the broom he was holding onto the floor. "I cannot believe you guys would joke about this! How tone-deaf can you be!?"

After years of suffering in this tyranny, he felt his quiet, brave demeanor beginning to crack. He had suffered quietly for so long but he couldn't bite his tongue anymore. Not at this. He'd reached his boiling point.

Angus was shocked to say the least. He'd never seen an outburst like this come from his brother before and he was instantly concerned. "Whoa, we didn't mean any harm. It's just… We just thought cracking some jokes would be a good way to lighten the mood."

"Don't you think you went a little too far!? Do you not see the hell we are living in? Does it mean nothing to you!?"

"Jackie, calm down. We have been living this way for years now. Don't you think it's time to move forward? Stop grieving over what happened and accept that we are in the shit?" Shawn tried to reason with him, but Angus quickly noticed that his tone was too harsh.

"Now wait a minute, Shawn. Jackie, you know he doesn't mean-"

"How can you be so insensitive! How can you so easily move on when our people are being oppressed and murdered in the streets!?" He balled his hands into fists. He couldn't control his frustration; he was so disgusted at how they could mention the prince's name like this. "And the prince? The prince was a symbol of our freedom! Don't you dare speak ill of him!"

"Is that the problem? Jackie, the prince is dead, gone just like the king and queen. I'm sure he doesn't care what I say about him." He had a very calm expression on his face. It was like he was stone. How could he be so cold toward their situation? "Look, I am just saying, the sooner you stop caring about the past, the sooner you can move on and ignore it."

Shawn really wasn't one to sugarcoat his words… But it wasn't something Jackie could accept. He would never, ever forget that day… The day all of the townspeople were called to the main square where the horrific, life changing news was broken.

—

The morning was particularly cloudy. So much so, it hardly seemed like the sun had even risen. The bells tolled, ringing loudly and calling everyone to gather in the square for an important announcement.

It was Anti himself that stood upon the center pedestal with a couple of bodyguards at his sides. He wasn't even phased when he spoke the words. Like he felt no emotion at all…

Jackie remembered every word of his speech.

"Good people of Erseptyl, I bring you solemn news today. It pains me to tell you that the young prince is no longer with us. It is truly a tragedy that we should lose the last remnant of our beloved royal family at such a crucial time-"

Upon hearing the news, pained cries of grief and panic erupted from the crowd. Jackie could remember his heart dropping when he learned of the prince's fate. Over the sound of people wailing and screaming, Anti had to raise his voice to continue.

"Yes, a truly sad time this is for all of us. But fear not, good people. You will not be without a guide, for I have a solution for you. From this moment on, as the late prince's royal advisor and second in command to the throne, I will be taking on the burden of being your King…"

Was he allowed to do that? Could he really just claim the throne like this? Weren't there rules for situations like this?

No one had the courage to question him. They were all stricken with grief and fear. They couldn't speak. All they could do was cry and murmur to each other about what they were going to do next.

Jackie didn't have the courage to ask either. Even his normally fearless brother had an empty, thoughtless look in his eye as he stared down at the ground in horror.

It was so unreal, you could mistake it all for a joke. Just a cruel prank that went a little too far.

Everything became all too real when hundreds of guards began flooding the streets and lowering the kingdom's flags from their poles. Oh gods. They were serious…

The entire bloodline… Gone.

"I have worked alongside both the late King and the Prince. I know the ins and outs of this kingdom and I know, better than anyone, how to lead this kingdom down the path of its true potential."

It was unthinkable. How did this happen? Why? Why all of a sudden?

It was all happening too fast! Just slow down, please!

"Believe in me and I promise you, you will never know a ruler quite like me…"

No, it was a lie. This was fake; a setup. His words were so sinister… Something was wrong. This didn't just happen!

It's too late to ask questions…

—

"Do you not remember just how beloved he was? He was the kindest, most fair ruler we'd ever had…" He spoke fondly of the old days, but his tone was twisted with heartbreak. Kind of like being homesick…

Shawn simply shook his head and sighed. "Why do you care so much about the prince all of a sudden?"

"All of a sudden…?" He was shocked. How could they no longer care!? "This is nothing new, Shawn! Did you never question it? The prince's sudden disappearance? The sudden rise to power? Did you not see something wrong with it? Or do you just fail to care…" His tone only became more and more bitter while he glared in Shawn's direction.

"Listen to me. You are stuck in the past. I do not question it because it will fix nothing. The prince is dead. Move on. I have and I'm doing just swell." He was genuinely trying to reason with him.

Angus watched them from the sidelines, arguing back and forth while they glared intently at each other. "Uh, guys… Let's just change the subject-" He wanted to be the peacemaker, but neither of them would listen.

"You know what, Shawn? You want to live in this hell hole? Be my guest, but you can do it without my friendship." That was it. Shawn was never going to listen and he was only wasting his breath on him.

With that, Jackie kicked the discarded broom across the floor, its long handle bumping into one of the shelves with a loud crack. He stomped his way to the door and pushed it open, but he stopped for a moment to say one more thing.

"I do not care what you think, but Anti will never be my king, and if I ever find a way out of this shit, I'm taking it. With, or without you guys." With that said, he let the door swing shut behind him, leaving his brother and a very confused shopkeeper to finish the shift all on their own.

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