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michi-tala · 2 years
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Would you do male S/O for Alucard and Aizawa in a threesome pls?
Three is the Perfect Number
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I will see what I can do…still working on my Yaoi writing so may have a few glitches. Hang in there with me. Hope you like it...
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Usual Warnings ⚠️: French kissing, foul language (its Alucard in this case) fondling, m/m/m coitus, m/m fellatio, polyamorous,3 beautiful men in threesome relationship. Use of different words for anus (are slang and/or vulgar to some)
Dick=Alucard. Aizawa & You=cock
(Romanian uses the word dick more)
MIN🚫RS D🚫 N🚫T Interact‼️
Light mention of washing up clean. Trying to be romantic-sex and not technical.
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•It's an interesting relationship because two human males and one deadly male vampire considered an Eldritch Abomination.
•It drives you crazy how Alucard hunts at night and sleeps in the day. Aizawa is possibly worse as he is chronically exhausted. Relaxed nights with an intense love making (Aizawa)/dicking down (Alucard) are a big thing for you.
•Aizawa and you make dinner before Alucard gets out of his mahogany coffin. It's nice when it's just Shouta and you without the Vampire King for a quiet dinner. Between his smart-ass comments and intense behavior induced aura, Shadow King can be extremely intimidating.
• Thank the God(s) Aizawa is down to earth and the reason for this unique and special threesome.
•After dinner Shouta and you are on the couch watching a favorite show/video/movie. You lay with your head in his lap and his long calloused fingers work through your hair. His lower half has black sweat pants loose on his hips.
•It feels so good that you almost fall asleep. Suddenly your eyes go wide open. His strong left hand fingers glides down your neck and over your bare chest to pinch your right nipple.
•A needy groan sounds from your mouth. Shouta's eyebrow rises over the eye with the scar.
"Shall we start without him?" Shouta smirks to you.
• He now bends down to kiss you. You in turn raise up to capture his lips. His facial hair tickles slightly as you both battle for dominance.
Shouta lets you win in this round.
•what clothes you and Shouta had on end up in a small pile at the edge of the bathroom door. You walk in as Shouta follows while locking the door.
.•He forgets every time the scary Vampire King just dissolves through the door. One time he was a shit and phased his head through the floor from the upstairs to spy on Aizawa and you. Shouta has finally stopped trying by instinct to erase Alucard's powers.
Nothing works on that deadly boy vampire.
•Alucard denies it but he has quite the taste for voyeuristic scenes. Sometimes he gets loudly reminded to stop staring. He's a huge tease and for being a pervert to others in public. He's bored now and again that he has been given a leave of absence.
What was Sir Hellsing thinking?
•The hot water relaxes any lingering tense muscles. Shouta and you take turns cleaning each other up with a large amount of Shouta fondling your ( your body type).
•You decide Shouta's hands should be around your waist as you embrace him to an open mouth kiss. Long strands of saliva go from your mouth to his before the hot water washes it away.
•You and Aizawa trade off on who is top and who is bottom. Alucard wants just one thing: top. Yet you can't blame him completely due to his long past before becoming First Nosferatu.
•Wet bodies with loosely fitted towels around waists, spread across the sheets of your mutual bed. Sometimes Vampire King joins at night. You are pretty sure he has a nightmare or two.
He was somber and you spotted blood tears once.
•Sho decides bottom for this round as you grab the lube for extra slippery fun. You start with sucking the precum off the tip of his reddening tip. A soft groan escapes from the normally quiet man.
"Sho babe.." You stop sucking his cock. "Let go for once."
Aizawa nods his ebony locked head and sighs.
•When you and Sho feel enough warming up, you circle his tight puckering ringpiece with lube and precum mixed together.
•One…Two…Three and your hard throbbing cock reaches Shouta's male P-spot. Sho feels a shiver of pleasure riding down his spine.
Fuck! He's horny like a teenage boy for you.
•Your bodies move in rhythm to your cock thrusting up and in deep to hit that sensitive spot. Your hips drop as you drag yourself to almost coming out.
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•The sinful, heavy sounds of panting, cursing 'fuck' and groans has attracted someone. Alucard enters through the shared bedroom.
"Well Dragii Mei (my darlings/fellows)," he walks with purpose as his clothes disappear. "Beginning without me tonight. My bad boys couldn't wait."
•As a flowing long shadow of darkest, dark spreads across the bed to rest behind you. Alucard is the top of all of you. His body reforms as a small waving tendril glides to your bussy to prepare you for his pale veiny dick to lay "siege".
•With one long push, Alucard seats himself in you. The sensation of your cock in Shouta and Alucard in you has you losing your sex hazed mind. Sensual sounds of extreme pleasure fills the air. Alucard is the loudest with a vampiric purr of contentment.
•Alucard's heightened senses hear Shouta and you are so very close to cumming. He lets a low baritone rumbling growl that you feel first then hear. His teeth latch on to your neck to leave dark love marks. Shouta starts to mark the front of you.
"Cumming!" You shout.
Shouta responds "(Y/n)!"
The Undead King just rumbles a possessive growl out.
•As you paint Aizawa's insides white, Alucard decides to mark you outside with his thick slightly tinged cum from a diet of blood. Vampires and blood you know.
•You and Shouta try to catch your breath while Alucard flops on his lean back, a toothy grin on his face. He doesn't have to catch his breath you know…
Footnotes:
The Eldritch Abomination is a type of creature defined by its disregard for the natural laws of the universe as we understand them. They are grotesque mockeries of reality beyond comprehension whose disturbing otherness cannot be encompassed in any mortal tongue.
https://tvtropes.org › Tropes
Eldritch Abomination - TV Tropes
If you're reading a horror or fantasy story, you may see the word eldritch, which means uncanny, unearthly, and weird in a supernatural way. Anything a witch does is eldritch. Goblins and elves are eldritch creatures. A story full of ghosts and strange monsters is full of eldritch elements.
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Eldritch - Definition, Meaning & Synonyms | Vocabulary.com
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dreamii-yume · 3 years
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not a request but, Idia seems like the type to make a hentai game based on his darling correct? so he uses that as a base to have experience to woo his darling. but now as he tries it irl, he's confused it worked in the game. so why is the darling crying? is there a glitch somewhere? thoughts?
It all started when he thought that you looked like a character from an anime he watched once. He was a fond of the character so, he couldn’t help but to observe you more than he should, hiding his excitement throughout. There, he found out that you don’t just share a similar appearance but a similar personality as well, the perfect embodiment of that character. Idia almost thought that you were some kind of base for that character, cosplaying even, but you were from another world, weren’t you? Could it be that you’re actually that character and just got reincarnated into his world without knowing that you’re an anime character yourself!?
Reverse Isekai, was it? A twist in that overused genre where the fictional character is the one who gets to be trasported to the normal world. Idia was there on the peak of its popularity, reading all the manga, novels that he can find, watching all the anime adaptations along the way. Then the premise just gets redone over and over again that it slowly became boring. Even if they add twists here and there, it still ended up the same.
But now comes you, a real person that got transported into his world! A person who just happens to look and act like the character from one of his beloved shows! You can’t blame him for being this intrigued by your existence! Because how can he not!? This is an otaku’s dream coming true right here!
And best of all...You have his favorite character archetype! How awesome is that!?
Before he knew it, he was all over you. Well, not really...Since he was too shy to actually talk to you, and all he was just doing is either hide behind that tablet of his and a wall at least five meters away. He had already embraced the joys of being a loner and is practically a master of running away from social gatherings or talking in general, but now that it came to this, it became a double-edged sword.
Ortho said to just build up the courage to talk to you if he so badly wants to and he does. He really, really wants to talk to you, at least once...Or twice...Or thrice- The point is that he really wants to. But as supportive as the little brother of his is, he makes it sound so easy. Of course, someone who doesn’t know jackshit about making friends would never be able to master that skill that easily. He cringes at the thought of doing so without any experience, you’d probably see him as another creepy otaku.
Then, it came to him...A thought that proves that he was actually the genius that everyone claims him to be.
Experience. Of course! He’ll just have to gain experience so he can level up! With that, he can conquer your route doing just that! And what better way to do this than to combine it with something what he’s well-experienced with?
So, he started working. His fingers worked on the holographic keyboard faster than he’d ever been, creating a dating simulator game in less than three days. Ortho himself was surprised to see his usually unmotivated and borderline depressed brother having this intense look in his eyes. Idia barely ate or sleep during all of that, but he doesn’t care, what matters is that he finished it.
He finished the game that can finally help himself out, a dating simulator with only one character to focus on. A character who’s basically a spitting image of you and named after you, he even sneaked in some voice lines that he secretly recorded you saying. Idia had observed you longer to know what to write in the game script, which choices you would make, which words you would say, there was even different sprites and assets of you, depending on your emotions! Though, his hand seems to have slipped and before he knew it, he had already hired some Top-tier doujinshi artists to draw some Not-Safe-For-Work CGs of you for some Not-Safe-For-Work scenes. Yeah...He thought so far ahead that it just kinda turned into...Those kinds of simulation games.
But he regrets nothing.
...Other than the fact that he should probably keep this game away from Ortho as much as possible.
Anyway, it was probably one of the games that he took his sweet time with. Even though it was a game that he himself created, it was like he had developed some form of amnesia and was marvelled at his first time playing such masterpiece. All the twists and events left him in awe, squealing at every single CG when your character goes as little as holding his in-game character’s hand. The more...special scenes had him gulping down his own saliva as a physical reaction, the moans and groans that he recorded from you was when you were stretching in the morning, or when you’re startled or exercising, and yet, it fits so well with each sex scene. His face flushed and his pants felt so tight as he read through the dialogue box, his hand later slipping underneath them just so he could relieve his excitement.
“(Y/N)...Hehe, (Y/N)...♡” He blissfully moans as his hand goes up and down his cock, biting his blue lip in anticipation. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and his flaming hair burned a brighter blue, expressing his excitement. His imagination was going ballistic, imagining your own tightness around him as he slid in and out of your slick insides. The closer the scene reached its climax, the faster his hands became, determine to release at the same time as your character. “Haa...(Y/N)~♡ It feels so good...So good...Haha...”
With a satisfied moan, his own strings of semen shoots against his screen, perfectly coming just in time as your character appears, all flushed and exhausted. Idia let out a sigh, calming down from his high with a few strokes here and there to make sure of a satisfying release.
“Haa...Idia-kun, I love you ♡”
That was his favorite dialogue, no matter how many times he replayed this scene, it never fails to arouse him, making him all warm on the inside. A huge blush covered his cheeks as he smirked, slowly building up into an unhinged chuckle. He brushed his hands down the tainted screen, smudging his cum even more as he imagined it as your face. “Aah...Me too...I love you too, (Y/N)~” He whispered, shivering in excitement. “Aw...I can’t wait to have you for real...Wait for a little while, ‘kay? Hehe...”
This plan was a success and certainly helped him gain the confidence and experience that he needed to finally talk to you properly. Memorizing all the available scenarios and route he can go to, he just felt like he can do just about anything right now. With all these knowledge in mind, you surely won’t be weirded out and things wouldn’t be as awkward as he had already formulated a full conversation on his head. A bad end flag was still left arise, but it was placed so low that Idia can’t just spend another batch of his precious time with it, nothing would go wrong if he just do what he practiced, right? For that reason alone, his birthday was coming up and for the first time in forever, he could use a party as an excuse to talk to you. It doesn’t matter who comes anyway, he’ll have Ortho to accommodate them, Idia’s main focus should only be directed at you.
Plus, if he was going to confess on his birthday, then that’s just a major advantage! Plenty of stuff happens when it’s your own character’s birthday in any game, developers becomes extra generous with the drop rates in gachas, they give you more game currency to spend, and extra scenarios with your favorite characters! Sometimes even free stuff of your choice! This would definitely put his chance rate well above what he expected, it’s you after all!
“Happy birthday, Idia-senpai. I brought this gift for you, I hope you like it.” Ah, there it is, his goddess’ voice echoing through the walls. You said that you were going to conduct a birthday interview with him which got his heart beating like crazy. W-Were you going to start the confession event here!? With all these people!? That’s too daring! Though, that’s really charming of you, and a part of him actually wanted that to happen so he could finally point his fingers to these losers-
But no, unfortunately, he doesn’t have that much confidence to give and so, he ended up having to push you somewhere more secluded. Somewhere more...private. Like his room for example- that’s a good place, right~? Nobody can interrupt this interview that way and...and they can do play all sorts of games right after too...That’s fun, isn’t it!?
The interview was surprisingly fun, although it really just consisted of him ranting to you all about his interests. He ended up spilling all facts about his favorite idol group, games, and movies, his big mouth going off on a tangent once again because of that one question. This wasn’t exactly part of the plan, he was planning to give off a smooth vibe to it but he guessed he was just a tad bit under-level for that. Anyway, you ended gracing him with an adorable giggle so, it doesn’t really affect his motives! He’ll still conquer your route like he did with the game!
A few more questions about his favorite and least favorite food comes, Idia couldn’t help but be impatient. When were you going to activate the scenario, huh? The love confession event, it was the one question that he was waiting for. His heart was ready, his body was ready, his everything was ready...So, why were you standing up with a satisfied look on your face? Aren’t you forgetting something here?
“And that concludes our Birthday Celebration Interview! Idia-senpai, thank you for answering all my-“ Idia’s heart skipped a beat as his hands automatically grabbed your hand and pulled you down, rather aggressively.
“W-Wait! Wait, wait, waitwaitwait-“ Idia stumbled over his words, his face flushed as he stared at you with a crooked but nervous smile. “U-Um...! T-There something else...That I want to tell y-you...”
Oh, no...This was that one scenario in the extreme difficulty mode of the game, where you’re not triggering the confession event at all. You’re probably so conflicted with your emotions that he has to do it himself as the main character. It’s not the original route that he’s going for, but it’s fine, he has the script of this mode in memory too, he should be able to pull it off...That’s weird though, he never remembered activating anything to play in this difficulty...Whatever, real life really is something else, isn’t it?
You were surprised and quite honestly, bothered at his sudden outburst but that’s fine. You were the same in the game too, he just had to take control of the situation. “I-I...” He gathered the words in his head, his face heating up than it ever did before.
“(Y-Y/N)...I like- No...” He stammered as he tries his best to form a nervous smile, his heart was beating so fast but that’s not really something new. “...I love you, (Y/N)...”
Idia heard a slight gasp from you but delusions took over his mind before logic can come bursting through, rendering him practically heart-eyed at the situation. He was distracted, but he still waited for your response even if he was already a hundred percent convinced that his confession was a success. It has to be, he had already seen this exact scenario in the game for a millionth time. “...D-Do you...love me too, (Y/N)...?” He fiddled with the tip of his burning hair, leaning close to you as he knows that it’s a special skill that increases his success rate up to at least twenty percent. “...You l-love me too, don’t you~? Hehe...♡”
Yes. You’re going to say yes. You always had said yes in the game as there was absolutely no reason for you to say otherwise. Everything that happened before this went according to plan, he followed every route, said the correct dialogue choices, so there’s no way that he can fuck this one up. He had definitely conquered your route for real this time!
“Ah...” But he had to wonder though, why were you averting your eyes for? That’s cute, but you don’t have to be shy...Just say that you love him too, he can hardly wait! “Idia-senpai...”
“...I’m sorry.”
Idia blinked, his body freezing on its spot as you bowed in front of him so respectfully. Your mouth began to move to deliver more words of explanation for him to understand, but he just couldn’t hear anything else anymore.
What did you say? You’re...sorry? Haha...For what though? That’s weird, that’s not what you were supposed to say, even if this was set in extra hard mode. He did everything correctly so, no matter what difficulty he’s in, you should be able to accept his confession every time.
...Is it a bug in the system? A glitch that he didn’t see?
You called out to him once again, you called out his name and upon looking up, he could only see your face. So full of concern and pity, but no signs of falling in love whatsover. No...You shouldn’t be looking at him like that, what the hell just happened?
This is all wrong...!
Before Idia could even properly process anything, he had found himself on top of you, both frustration and anger building up inside him. His hand, albeit really shaky, had found itself a dangerous clasp around your neck and your expression suddenly turned white. You’re struggling underneath him, like a deer caught by a hunter, kicking and scratching his arms away. But you were scared, he could tell by that look in your eyes, he could easily squeeze your neck in this position after all.
“I-Idia-senpai...!” He heard you call out but your voice just bounced off his ears, he was too distracted by his own shock. This was not in any of the scenarios that he formulated inside his mind, and he created thousands, for Hades’ sake! His breathing became unstable as he began to hyperventilate, sweating immensely as he tries to wreck his brain for whatever the hell he was supposed to do in this scenario. This wasn’t how the game continues after a confession event! Was he too inexperience or under-level to conquer your route? Did he miss a side quest from you or something? What did he do wrong? Was it the lack of gifts of affection? Normally, you were supposed to say that you love him too, embrace him before the two of you share a kiss and-
...A kiss?
Oh...Oh, that’s right! Maybe this is where the code got rewritten and that the kiss should come first now? Maybe your character was taking a different turn, you were probably shifting to other character types to accommodate your new-found feelings...You’re being a Tsundere, aren’t you~? So cute, but you don’t have to push him away though, he’ll keep coming back to you anyways.
...And so, in hopes of desperation, that’s exactly what he did, he leaned down at you as he smashed his lips onto yours. You widened your eyes with a muffled scream coming out of you, but Idia kept your mouth busy as it is. He was on cloud-nine, enjoying your soft lips against his chapped ones so much so that he just instinctively started grinding his hips against yours. You were starting to panic, but that’s fine, that’s a normal reaction. Both in real life and in-game.
By the time that he finished selfishly sucking up your lips, ultimately creating a little bruise on the side, he pulled away with a string of saliva connecting both your tongues together. Idia giggled to himself, the feeling of your lips and tongue was still lingering on his that he can’t help but be hungry for more. However, looking back at you, he blinked as tears suddenly began to stream down your cheeks. Your chest heaving up and down as small hiccups comes out of your every sob.
It made him panic slightly at first, but then remembered a scenario like this once in the game...Though, it wasn’t a scenario as drastic as this one, that he’ll admit. “A-Ah, you shouldn’t cry...” He tried comforting, letting go of your neck and wiping your tears away with a nervous smile. “Y-You’re not supposed to cry after a c-confession event, it’s not in your file...”
You flinched at his touch. “S-Stop, please...L-Let me go...” You whimpered, lifting your arms up to try and shield yourself away from him. “I-I won’t tell anyone, I-I swear-!”
Idia’s hand twitched, quickly covering your mouth as a nervous rection so that he wouldn’t hear the words that he doesn’t want to hear anymore. He felt scared to touch you now, seeing how defensive you got, his little angel’s crying and it’s all because of him. Your words certainly impacted him, but he shook his head instead, he has to keep himself from looking down.
“...You shouldn’t say that either, that’s not in your script.” He said with a bit of stricter tone onto it, attempting to show you how capable he can really be. He grabbed your wrist and forced your hands open, revealing your terrified expression. “Don’t worry...It’s just a little twist on the story, I’m sure. I just have to restart the system, right...?”
“I-I’ll fix you up soon enough, H-Honey~” You watched him with eyes slowly widening in realization and terror as he started to untie his tie, to remove the birthday outfit that he clearly dislikes. You were frozen, you can’t move, not like you could do much with someone as big as Idia straddling above your stomach but you were left immobile with fear. His use of love words sounds extremely clumsy and Idia himself cringes at the sound of it coming from his own mouth but he’s enthusiastic. That doesn’t make it any less terrifying for you at all.
The game’s not finish yet. It’s just as he expected, there was a little glitch that needs a little fixing. It was the cause of a scenario as unreasonable as this one to appear. But it’s fine. He can fix it all up, he can fix you all up and when he’s done with that, he’ll definitely conquer your route for real this time.
After all, there’s no game that he can’t finish, that would be a shame to his Otaku title! It doesn’t matter if it’s his birthday, he’s going to work all night to fix this very unpleasant glitch in you. What a pain~ Idia wonders what kind of price he’ll get from you after this.
...Not that he’s going to complain anytime soon lol
Idia has the personality of an ugly bastard. Just saying *cough*
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a two player game | obey me | leviathan
title | a two player game fandom | obey me! character | leviathan genre | smut, mild comedy? (situational)  warnings | includes sexual activities kinks | tentacles, bondage, suspension, sensory deprivation intended gender audience | female pov | second word count | 2869 words (haha, 69)  written by | @mythiica requested by | @jennacat84​ other comments | i return, and ofc it’s with smut. this turned out pretty well! there’s more banter than usual and i had a grand time writing it
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“And what are you doing with this game~?” 
It’s an innocent enough question until Leviathan tips his head back to glance at the game in question. 
“How did you sneak hentai into the House of Lamentation? I would have expected Lucifer to have some anti-porn devil dog to confiscate these types of things.” Your fingers are perfectly curled over the main character’s lewd expression as she’s ravaged by… tentacles. 
“Uh–” 
You smile slyly and drape your arms over his shoulders as the blush settles across his cheeks. 
“I got it as part of a promotion. People pay me to review games, y’know.” It’s the best excuse he can give really, but he is at fault for not hiding it better. “Now give it here so I can put it inside of my desk. If Mammon finds this, I’ll hear about it for the next century.” Leviathan paws at the box, but you hold it just out of reach. 
“You haven’t opened it.” “It’s a two player game.” “You plus me equals two.”
Leviathan laughs a bit and scratches the back of his neck. “Very perceptive. You don’t even know what the game is about.” 
“Play as Haru or control the tentacle monster that has her locked up in its underwater dungeon. Win the game by resisting the orgasms or by bringing the second player to their knees,” you read from the back of the case. “Sounds easy enough. Wouldn’t it be funny if you were getting pegged by tentacles though, and I was the one to control them?” 
Levi finally manages to swipe the game from your hand and sets it down on a stack of papers. “You’re into that? I think we skipped over that in last week’s kink-meeting.” The demon laughs at his own joke. (There had not, in fact, been a kink meet between the two of you, but it makes you giggle as well.)
“You never asked! I’d be down to try it with you.” 
His nose brushes against yours gently and his hand finds yours. As Levi’s fingers lace with yours, you reach for the box with your opposite hand, click it open, ignore the surprised hey! and hold on tight so that the game absorbs the two of you. 
Maybe you jinxed it when you teased Levi about getting pegged, because now you’re the one bound and half suspended in the air. When you try to move your wrist, the kelp-like ties around your wrist only grow tighter. “Kinky,” you mutter under your breath. 
There’s a loud crashing sound outside of your cell, but it is quickly followed by Levi’s familiar voice. He looks damn good as a merperson: dark purple hair floats just above his shoulders, an iridescent tail, and of course (likely the best scene of them all) his more-than-usual pronounced abdominal muscles flecked with purple scales. 
“Finally! I found you– I’ve been going through this maze for ages, just looking for you.” 
“Did you miss the sign that says ‘human sex prisoner here’? Maybe turn the neon lights on.” 
This earns a laugh from Leviathan before he leans against a pillar. “You look good,” he comments, checking you out in the same manner you had. When your face turns into a quizzical frown, Levi fetches one of the mirrors on the other side of the room. Upon holding it up, you realize he’s not entirely wrong. You are sporting a half ripped bikini top (calling it meager would be generous) and a sheer skirt that hangs from your hips. 
“Are we underwater?” 
“Technically, yes– at least according to the game we’re meant to be. Don’t question things too much, this game is still in its beta stages.” He pushes his bangs back and fusses with one of his gold rings. 
“Oh, I see.” You continue to hang in place. “...What now?” 
Leviathan lifts a hand. “Well… you read the instructions. Either you cum and I win, or you hold out and win.” 
It takes a moment before you hear similar crashing noises. Swallowing hard, you turn your head back and see shadows darting around in the shadows. Finally, they emerge into the light: tentacles. They’re not attached to anything in particular. In fact, you can’t tell where they have come from, but your attention is quickly pulled back towards Levi. 
He grasps your chin with one hand and smiles almost devilishly. “Y’know, I was going to be nice, but you were so cocky that I think I’ll just edge you and make you cum.” Levi has the ability to control these tentacles, and suddenly, you’re being held in place by said appendages rather than the kelp bindings. 
“So, what, you’re going to take meme with your fancy new toys?” 
One of the limbs climbs up your right leg, pulling your thighs apart. It doesn’t feel sticky in particular, but you can’t help but yelp at the sharp sensation of cold air hitting your now semi-exposed cunt. You yelp meekly and try to keep your legs closed, but there is no way you can overpower the tentacles. 
Levi makes his way over to you and brushes his fingers over your collarbone. “Hm.. I think I will. This will be entertaining, no?” He lowers his head slightly to press a kiss to your lips. “Tell me if it hurts, alright? There might be some glitches because of the game.” 
You’re not entirely sure how he’s controlling the tentacles, but before you can manage a response, one begins to prod at your entrance. It’s cold and sticky, but makes you moan nonetheless. “Levi!” 
“What, did you orgasm just from that? I’m only testing things out.” 
“Get on with it–” 
“Oh? Gladly..” Levi covers your eyes with his hand and keeps the other at your jaw. Driven by a seemingly animalistic urge, he presses his hips against yours while stealing wet kisses from your lips. The tentacle moves in sync with Levi’s motions: every body roll translates to a languid stroke from the extra appendage. When he captures your nipple with two fingers, a suction cup finds your clit and pulls at it teasingly. 
It’s a plethora of sensations, all at once, and is almost overwhelming. You’re being ravaged by Leviathan and his tentacles at the same time, but the worst part is that you can’t even see his beautiful expression as he wrecks you. How could anyone last in a game like this? 
Saliva dribbles from your swollen lips and you open your mouth to say something, call his name– anything to warn him that your underwater tryst might come to an end faster than you could have anticipated. 
A pathetic moan rolls off your tongue, but it’s cut short when something smacks your ass. Another tentacle?! How many are there?! 
Not that you could count them, even if you wanted to, because Levi keeps his hand firmly over your eyes. It’s torture at this point, feeling every little thing and listening to the intense lewd sounds, but not being able to see them. 
“Levi,” you whine with desperation. “I can’t see– I want to see you.” 
“Eh?” He moves his hand back, and you nearly squeal with delight at his expression. Leviathan is blushing more than usual, as if he’s feeling pleasure from what the tentacles are doing to you. “Better? Does it hurt?” 
You shake your head. “You’re so cute…” 
“Cute?” Levi huffs. “I’m fucking you with tentacles made of pixels and you call me cute?” Now he laughs a bit and a few suction cups stick to your ass, pulling your cheeks apart. “I can’t do you anally though, that’s Level 2.” 
Now you’re the one laughing, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. “Are you serious?” 
“Yes, I actually am. No matter who wins, with each level increase, more toys and positions are unlocked. That’s kind of smart actually.” 
“But Levi, don’t you want to put your tentacle in my ass?” 
This makes him shiver, and you know what the answer is. Regardless, it seems like any attempts to make the tip of the tentacle get closer to your second hole, nothing happens. With a pensive sigh, your hips meet the side of his tail so that you’re grinding on both Levi and the tentacle simultaneously. “This will have to do.” 
Up until this moment, the tentacles hadn’t actually entered you, but instead danced around your hole and focused on your clit. However, your momentary leap of authority gives him a figuratively boner, since he doesn’t technically have a visible dick. It might be in his tail somewhere… but you aren’t about to ask where he’s hiding his cock. That would be weird. 
“Hey Levi?”
He grunts back in response, obviously focused on other things. 
“Do you think you can penetrate me? I’m sure you’ll win if you do–”
“It’s not as easy as you think– I have to give each thing something to do or my stats drop.” “You have stats?!” You lean back slightly and eye Leviathan. 
“Yeah, just flex your palm.” You give Levi a flat stare. “It’s kind of difficult to do that when my wrists are bound.” 
The tentacle holding your right hand releases slightly, giving you enough room to do as he’s suggested. A small screen appears in front of you. “Moaning level 2, cockwarming level 1– wait I can change the size of my breasts?!” 
Levi pauses for a moment long enough to look at the small screen. “Oh, yeah, I had dick options too, but I didn’t mess with them yet.” 
This makes you blink a few times in astonishment, thinking that this game is far more complicated than the first one you played. You want to look through the menu more and see what other things you can do– your mind drifts to the actual purpose of the game. Could there be a power up that would help you resist the tentacles? 
Before you can continue scrolling, the slick sound of something penetrating you fills your ears. He’s done what you’ve asked him to, and is absolutely merciless about it. Now that Levi’s found a way to fuck you hard, he’s not going to let up any time soon. In fact, chances are that he won’t stop until the Congratulations, you’ve made your bitch cum screen pops up over his head, if that’s even how the game works. 
A string of curses fly off your tongue, meant to be praises than anything else, but you don’t hear your own voice. “Why don’t it let me say ----?!” you screech, dragging your fingernails across Levi’s bare shoulders. “I just wanna moan for you, Levi–” 
“Curse words are censored, but that’s stupid, I don’t know why. Is it possible you changed the settings?” 
You’re frustrated now because, now you’ve finally accepted that you’re his and the stupid game won’t let you call out for him. It’s not a problem for very long though, because the next thing you know, he’s kissing you. A burning sensation ignites your entire body now, and your mind can’t anchor a single coherent thought for more than a few moments at a time. 
The strangest thing: it actually feels like he’s the one fucking you. Not the tentacles, but rather, it feels the same as if Leviathan were fucking you in his bed. This makes you happy, so happy that saliva begins to dribble down your chin as the inevitable pressure of an orgasm starts to fill your lower abdomen. You arch your back in such a way that the bikini straps give away, releasing your breasts from the fabric. 
Next thing you know, you’re subconsciously grinding against the biggest tentacle– the one fucking your mercilessly– in search for more delicious friction for your clit. At this point, it doesn’t matter who wins or loses, you just really want to cum and see if those tentacle things of his will splurt out some cum. 
“Levi–”
“Hm?” His lips dance over the crook of your neck, and the last thing you need now is for him to suddenly decide to be all daddy-merman. You bet anything that his tongue is wetter than your pussy is right now, and the way his teeth graze over your skin–
And then you’re cumming. 
Something breaks inside of you, and then it feels as though you’re drowning but breathing at the same time. Is it part of the game? Is this what a simulated orgasm feels like? Your body pulsates like never before and you understand the appeal of sex games. Another moment passes and your mind goes blank, but only for a second because you feel the budding warmth of seed running down your legs. 
So the tentacles can cum.
You manage to find the minimal strength it takes to just open your eyes, and you’re met with Leviathan’s beautiful expression as he crashes down from his high as well. He freezes for a split second, almost as if the game is glitching or overloading from the sheer impact of both orgasms taking place. You pray that he remains like this for just a bit longer, giving you the chance to lean your head against his chest. 
Levi’s skin is soft, but covered with a thin, inexplicable film of perspiration. If anything, it just makes you giddy again, but you’re not sure that either of you could last for Level 2 in this sorry condition. Running your tongue over his pronounced clavicle, you nip the skin there and suck on it just as he buffers for a moment and releases a painfully loud moan. 
His heart thunders loudly, echoing in your ears. It’s the only thing you can hear until his hand lands on your cheek. “Are you okay?” Leviathan’s voice grounds you, and then you realize that the tentacles are no longer in sight, but have retreated into the shadows the first emerged from. 
“Yeah… but I think you froze for a second there– we should do it again, y’know, to make sure we can review the game correctly.” 
This makes him laugh. The beautiful sound prompts a giggle from you as well, so you throw your arms around his neck for a tight hug. It doesn’t really matter that your skirt has magically disappeared, you’re pleased with the experience. 
A screen flashes in front of the two of you, but you’re actually surprised to see the congratulations message. 
“We both lost?!”
“How? I made you cum.” 
You read the small print: “Haru successfully made the sea monster cum first, but unfortunately succumbed to the tentacles.” With a huff, you scroll through and read the extended audit log of your ‘underwater’ sex adventure with Levi. “That’s bull----! Ugh! I still can’t ----ing curse!” 
Levi shushes you gently before brushing your hair back and offering you a consolation kiss. He taps the ‘return to main screen’ button, and the two of you are transported back to the real world. 
Nothing’s changed since you left: in fact, it’s only been a few minutes, according to the clock on Levi’s nightstand, that you even opened the game in the first place. Before you can say anything, Leviathan closes the box and throws it into the desk drawer. “No more hentai games for you. I need a cold shower and something to eat after that.” 
You stretch and massage your wrists. Although there is no physical evidence of the bindings, you can sure as hell feel where his tentacles kept you in place. Disappointed though, your eyes follow the outline of Levi’s body, happy to see that his normal legs have returned… with a third, very aroused, appendage sitting comfortably between the two of them. 
“Levi~” 
“Yeah?” 
“Two things. One, give it a good review, but say that I need to be able to curse when I cum.” 
He raises an eyebrow, but then nods. “And the second thing?” 
Now, you’re smiling and reaching for the bulge in his pants. “I think you need a second orgasm to take care of this, no? But no game– this one, I’ll give it to you and make sure it’s real.” 
Levi just swallows and shoos you away, calling you silly and that he doesn’t have any energy for that because he knows you’ll leave him an absolute mess. You can’t help but laugh at his reaction though, because now he’s both painfully hard and blushing brighter than a virgin on a windy day. 
“Hey Levi?” 
“What is it now?” 
You just smile and wave your hand. “No, it’s nothing like that– I was just thinking, maybe next time we’ll be in reversed positions. Wouldn’t that be fun?” 
He contemplates this for a second. “Why, you want to try and win?” 
“Well yeah!” “In your dreams, Haru.”
“I was really worried you’d moan the in game character’s name instead of mine. That would have been awkward as hell.” 
Levi extends his arm, offering you a place to sit on his lap. “I wouldn’t do that. But let’s keep this between the two of us for now. Okay?” 
You nod and nestle against his chest. Regardless of who the game declared, or didn’t, the winner, you like to think that both of you won. At least for a moment.
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Character list. (Updated!)
Characters:  (Egos Jacks, marks, Ethans and a couple of like oc spin offs of my own that fit with them.)
Anti
Arius: Also goes by glitch. Not Anti. His double/clone/twin/brother 
J.J  
Shawn: From BATIM. He has an ink counterpart. 
Jackieboyman
Henrick Von Schneeplestien
Chase Brody: Depressed dad. I hc he has some sleep disorders. Tired lad. 
Robbie: Baby zombie boi!!
Angus: Lives in a big fucking house in the woods. Looks after animals. Missing part of his leg from a bear trap.
King of the Squirrels:  I named him Simon. 
Yandere
Bing.
Edward Iplier:  Fav HC’s is that he has a chocolate and blue eye, and has lost an arm. He has adhd and adores space. 
Crank: Fucked up not quite robot!
Blank: Kinda a demon? Kinda a spirt. He has has a heart disorder that gives him symptoms similar to cataplexy.
Were-Eth: Basically Ethan but werewolf.
Nes: A reaaal mess. Killed his parents, got fucked up. Mad Mike attempted to kidnap him. Basically only good for broken angst and manipulation really. His recovery would take eons.
Eden: His build/face is based on ethan, but basically a cute lil succubi/inccubi. 
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Sander sides that I have written for or have Aus/hcs of:
Patton Logan Roman Virgil Remy Deceit Remus
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Apoc bois:  The planet Keres, Left uninhabitable after the invasion that ruined the air and killed almost the entire race:
Sameal o’Ceirin:  Being of smoke- partly blind.
Mallory Thomas: A vet in training. Part cat.
Hamrish Benat: Aka Hayden. He is good at parkour, has four eyes and a extra tiny heart in wrist, his blood is also bright pink. 
Joshua who cares: An asshole. That’s why he gets no last name
Andy peters: Strong, kind. The quiet Big Type, but lovely when you get to know him.
Adrian Géarán: Nervous malnutrition tired mess with emotionally linked fire abilities, likes to make little robots. 
Wyatt: ???? ????????????????? Possibly mutates into being able to take over other people's bodies.
Pace: Nerdy. Finds a cat. Observer for the aliens. Is immune to black goop. Hes a dork, doesn’t actually wanna harm the race on the planet.
Four:  Buff. Scary. Deadly.  Do not cross. He is not nice.
-- Apoc squad 2.0 
Lead by Chris: Camp leader..water bender..25 huuuge gardener
Talise: 6. nickname tails. Very young bab. Was in a car crash. Lost his mother. Blinded by shards of glass.  v sensitive to noise n textures.   Mutations result in, you guessed it, ;ots of tails!! 
Apep: Naga boy his legs literally fuse together Hisses, fangs. Adorable loves the sun. About 20. 
Shirin Parvis: Crystal boi .. trained soldier/ royalty.  29.  Protective. 
Zephaniah: The Chameleon.  Prefers Zeph. Nerd- has a pet gecko.   16. Quiet. Loves reptiles. 
Moyachi:  Cactus boi!! Loves water and mutates to have clear/lime green tinted aloe/herbal helpful blood. Spikes up as a defence mech. 18/ 19   Likes drawing.
Colin aka Coco: Lady bug lad. Trans <3  Red/Orange weird skin condition basically.  Can predict weather v accurately.   Ballet/dancer    14  
Zeno:  A Siren of sorts.  DJ/ hip hopper/   Ends up losing his arm. 21. 
Hotaru: Firefly bby, Glowy bub with antenna.  possibly ends up growing wings.. Sassy and tired. Turns out nocturnal.  Also 14 totally not gay for Colin >.> 
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Tinies:
Necco: The cake snake.
Tobias:  Bab made out of hair gel. likes to eat soap
Theo: Little ink boi
Jelly babs: Sentietn jelly babies in various flavours and personalities!
Miel: A tiny bee bab. 
Glow stick bubs: A foursome of glowing lavalamp-cross -glowstick tinies.
Kiyan: The first of a collection of assitant andriods. Works at a post office. Can create portals to be fast and efficent (and make up for his very small size.)
Lir: A Tiny Octopus/Human boy.  Loves to latch around wrists. Makes little purrs/burbles.
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Lesbabs:
Blake Aglaia : A human with a gift of being able to put emotions into glass balls. 
Lynx ?? : An alien and human, the alien somewhat resides inside its host but they coexist. Sometimes goes feral   Alien half likes to go by Perse  Percy  They have cool looking saliva- veins that run down their arms that are pretty cool- sharper nails/claws. Tendrils. Large ol mouth. Lots of pointy ass teef. 
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Demon fam:
Hyacinth: A six-armed demon.
Rhys: A Demon with a great curiosity about humans Feri  The sibling of Ryhs
Anthos: Rhys and Hy’s summoned accidental toddler..
Vato: V.   Hy has another bub later on who's more purpley blue with red curled horns and 4 arms.. No tail.. 4 eyes. V cute and inquisitive. 
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Roommates:
Douglas Connelly: A regular chubby human bean!
Donovan Amores: Real fricking cool and smokin hot Bartender with a love for dogs. Dougs roommate. Has glowing fuckin orbs- donates his heart- is smooth as fuck. Background heavily spanish, moved when young.
Haris Alaksim:  Real name lost in translation  Huitzilopochtli God of sun and war  A god whom Dono is very close with and donates his heart two one every 3 years during the day of the highest sun. He is a god / Mouros.    Donovan refers to him as “Dios gentil”  or “ Viejo colibrí sabio” - “El viejo colibrí sabio es un dios gentil” The old wise hummingbird is a gentle god.
Donovans Family
Rem: Looks after magical creatures- Cane is from Haris
Oscar:  Not sure what trinket or power but He’s just a casual store worker w/ good arms. Surprisingly good with knives- perhaps has one from Haris?
Nicole:  Makes clothes..possibly got some ability to do with seasons..?  Perhaps earrings or a bracelet from Haris
Javi:  Makes jam, cute boy, wears cloaks. Has a cute little jar necklace & a magic jar. 
Luca:  Trans bookkeeper- Talks to Haris most often and likes to ask questions..Has precious books...Possibly a special pen.. 
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Forest bois (not really related but all kinda forest dwelling babs?)
Cypress The soul of the forest - He briefly was a Mentor of Rem
Fyn: Mushroom being/fairy. Protects a gate. Lost their twin
Fie: Bat boy. Loves fruit.
Moh: Fairy/incubus hybrid. Goes grey when lacking energy. 
Tucker. Badass Bunny hybrid.
Ainsley: Shy Fawn hybrid. Cute ears. 
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Experiments: 
Izekiel Iris: Bruised and abused, was turned from human into A being of made of Paint.
Matty , Matthew Libelle: Born within the lab, part human, part lizard, part dragon. Much smol. Adorable. (in a human AU he's just a poor abused autistic kiddo who equally deserves cuddles ;n;) 
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Cult bois:
Nero Aakil   (Means Genius/Orange blossom)   Cult Leader. Smart. Telepathic link with all cult members.  V corrupted…  (Parents were rich and ignorant)  Master resides within them, controlling their thoughts and actions. 
Mao Cerise:  Ditzy, Looks after their ‘little bird’ aka Jey. Is scared of Cato.
Jey Michael Cherubim : Fallen angel -  Corrupted..desaturating and weak.. Caught as a trophy by the cult.
Jaden Hirav: Looks after a garden of dangerous plants for master..Neros old abandoned pet.  Family was alright but he was more so raised by like his mum and bro.  When a ritual goes wrong he left horribly entwined with natural (vines and flowers and all sorts)
Rowan maverick - Now known as  Rogue/Red. Lost their tongue. Does Not follow orders to the T but gets their job done.   Has another voice/god/soul looking out for them… Cool glowy words in the air because they don't have their tongue. Vitamin pill addiction due to not wanting/being able to now properly eat. They struggle alot with it. 
P - Pax -  A dead god who watches over Rowan. 
Cato:  Another smart one.. Kind of witch/warlock. Sadist. Mean. Tall.  Scary. Abusive. Twisted.  Agender. 
Gin. Short for Ginger, Real name Xanthe  Blind. Also another assassin like Rogue but far more obedient. 
Demir: A demon summoned by the cult to complete the collection. 
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Yet to be named but a joint creation with @troiseh​:
Shiro  -Prince lad. Next for the throne. Cheeky, jokester, but serious when he must be. 
Isao Asuka -  Shiros Royal Guard. A touch out of touch with being young having been raised by the guards. Fiercely loyal and protective of their Prince.
Junji - Battery..whump/slave. (Simply an extra in this universe I made for angst)
-- Hero Squad Very WIP/undeveloped 
Echo: I did accidentally make him look real good.
Lucio:  Lights, ideas, very quiet though.
Russel: Hes chubby and sweet. 
Chrion: Healing hands!
Ivo:  Very intelligent half elf archer.
Zola: Gravity. Shes cute!
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Angels:
Ori: Cast off from a  god back to earth with nothing but scars and no memories. 
Quinton: A Guardian. A combination of demon and angel. Charming, delightful and caring.
Leo Halvar: Cambion. Protector of an orb, a special and wildly hunted artifact with which he is bonded to.
Ryan: Hot archangel guy: One wing, demon hunter. 
Letif/Evan: Mute angel
Lox/Cael: Long fringe. Shy. Anti social. 
-- Ocs without categories:
Samson: Aka Sunny. 
Fraser, Aka Berry.  Sunnys twin brother.
Brandy: Yet to be fleshed out. (Possibly knows vampire lad)
Jonas:  Vampire boi. Cute. Doesn't exactly like feeding without permission 
Bren/Brennan: Mysterious B. Kidnapper, Murderer, torturer (Whumper). Over all not nice. 
Louie:  Human who is followed/watched over by by a dark creature.
Jake: Part human, part snake.
Jessy:  Human cow hybrid, Short cute and adorable.
Liren Pichi: Deaf peaches n cream themed boi- Nickname Pichi. 
Benji:  One eyed cyclops who is mute and has the blessing of the god of love. (Half/demi god) Bakes alot. 
Alex: naive clueless alien bab. Who glows like a lightbulb. (Skin hair and all)
Lumi: Ghost lad.
Eztli:  Big grump, kinda lowkey asshole but not totally hateable. Was cursed by a witch who fucked up his blood. He kinda sorts after vampires to let him drain him in exchange for a quick buck or information. 
Lio/ Gallio:  Photographer. Hipster.
Aomi: A witch in training. Not good at it at all really.
Lucas:  A moonstone gem perman fusion.
Locus: Glowy lovely merman/fish lad. 
Icarus: I have a whole take on the myth lad. Red freckles, red hair, no wings. Out on adventures free from his tower and his father but not yet safe.. 
Extra mentions: 
I do have an Alien AU for Sanders sides.
I have an Apoc AU for both Sanders and JSE/Mark egos because duh its a very fun concept to throw on them.
I have an Alien versions of Hami, Chase and Blank too.
And also I love me some Ghost!Chase and Phoenix!Jackie. 
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Fanfiction: Redemption
Chapter One: Mistake  --- Somewhere in Deep Space...  A Fleet of Ships was currently floating in space...the area they had taken to be their temporary Home was spread. The Fleet was currently having a Down Time as their Primarch was choosing another location to set up. Since there was no Home world for them to settle, different locations in space or at times, Planets they have Raided. The fleet included Seven Frigates that were separated a few Miles apart, So their men could do training with their Ships..In front of the Frigates was two Large Ships, known as Battle cruisers. They were side to side, and way up ahead was the Primarch's Ship, a Massive Ship known as the Verdammt,The Battle Barge was crafted towards the Primarch's likability. The front of the Ship had a Large Skull engraved upon it.. Symbols of the The Hollowed Soldiers was to the sides, the ships colors was Black and there was small Markings on Green...behind the ship, where the Thrusters would be, there was two Fenders shaped as Skeleton Hands. The Ship's Weapons were currently powered down, but there was always someone on radar in case of surprise attacks.Each frigate was designed to fit their chapter, and each frigate was sorted with heavy weaponry.Within the Verdammt A woman was walking through a Corridor, as her Boots clapped upon the cold metal surface. Behind her there was two Soldiers known as Storm Troopers, their weapons out and following the female. The female's eyes stared ahead as she'd made her way to the Fortress Monastery, a Large Section within her Ship dedicated to the chief Liberian's Work. She was a Soldier first and foremost but she wasn't stupid when it came to past history, she could use the Library as she used tactical Information. The inside of her ship held mostly the most elites, and the most toys. While those inside her halls knew of her secret, they were Forbidden to speak of her appearance to the other ships. There was no reason for them too, The Primarch was a fair and Just woman, hatred towards her, for them to speak, was just out of the Question. The Ship was Clean inside, Large and filled with Trophies or Medals. Soldiers walked back and fourth and went to do their usual Jobs. The Upper part of the Ship next to the Captain's Quarters was her Rooms and Tactical Comms. In the middle of the Ship was where the Room and Board was. Her Soldiers where important to her, so they were given the area with more Protection, and that was saying something, because the Verdammt was a shielded and well Guarded Ship. She held up to fifty thousand soldiers with fifty commanders. The Fortress of Monastery was in the back of the ship, upper back. Close to the thrusters but it was rather Large with floors and floors for the Chief Liberian. Bottom of the Ship is where most of the Vehicles and Training area's where Located at. The weapons could include from everything to Foot Soldiers weaponry to Heavy Duty, such as Tank Canons or Ship weaponry. Below the weaponry and Room and Board is the Animal Flooring. Where the Horses and other animals are kept for the Military. This area of the Ship is heavily Guarded with extra Thick Shielding and Walls. The Large Skull of the Ship is the Battle Ram, the Ship is needed can Ram into Ships with the Skull.While Verdammt is a German word for Dammed, do not take the ship Lightly. The Primarch has Custom made this Ship to become Death's Knocking. While the Ship is usually in the Back of the Fleet, she can be part of a fight,With Heavy dorsal-mounted bombardment cannons.Each cannon comprises a series of heavyweight batteries, huge turret-mounted linear accelerators that launch salvos of heavy magma bomb warheads.While the original weapons are meant to bombard Planet's Surfaces, The Verdammt are meant for Space Ship Battles and Orbit Bombardment. Under the Ship with the Tank Canons there is also Plasma Weaponry of double Canons that shoot scorching acid towards incoming ships. A hit from the Double Canons can eat through a Fighter Ship in seconds until they rip the Ship entirely.(Think Aliens saliva) Within the Weaponry Compartments, Verdammt does have Virus Bombs and Cyclonic Torpedoes. Another Weaponry that Verdammt has is she'd specifically Designed to use a custom Made Turrets above her. The Upper part of the Ship is lined with turrets to do incoming damage to any poor Sod who wants to get to close. The Middle of ship is Littered with Canons and Turrets making Verdammt one of the heaviest and deadliest Ships in the Fleet. Primarch Void also made sure she was shielded. The Verdammt has a total of 8 Shields. Each Shield comes online depending on the severity of the fight, or the Warp. The First Shield is always online, and blocks heavy arsenal damage, The other shields will automatically turn on when the Ship Detects There is more enemies. Upon the Verdammt, there is an Artificial Intelligence that help's run the Ship. The Captain Runs the Ship, The AI helps the process.A gift from the Adeptus Mechanics cult. Primarch Void does not discriminate upon making friends with those who wish to be Machinery. The AI is fully under control and no rebellion has been sought. His name is Rache. Another German Name. Meaning Vengeance.He takes the form of a Servo Skull when he isn't controlling the Ship. Rache (Pronouce: Ra-Que) Rache has a personality that intrigues the Primarch. He's Stubborn and Insulting. He'll talk to you depending on how you speak to him. He Mocks and Sighs a lot. While he may be a Disrespecting Artificial Intelligence, He does as he is ordered or he makes sure the Ship is never in true Danger.The Servo Skull can be at times floating around the chief Liberian, and or Primarch. He doesn't stay in one place to long, always floating around and inspecting.--The Primarch had finally arrived to the Fortress Monastery, Two Space Marines were Guarding the Large Doors, they'd salute to her and open the Doors as she'd walked in. Servo skulls where Flying around everywhere Holding Large Books, Scrolls. She'd looked behind her and simply nodded her head, her Storm Troopers nodding and leaving the area. She'd looked around the Library, her eyes searching the area. Within the Library it was Large, Light and busy. Servo Skulls whizzed by and down and right holding information, Some struggled with the Weight of the Literature Books. The female walked forward, as she'd glanced to the side to see a Large Figure walking towards her. The Chief Liberian, the only One currently Living within the Library. His name was Crudus. Wearing the Armor of the Liberian, he was currently holding a few large Books before stopping and seeing the female. "Ah, Primarch. What a Delight to see you here."   "I came because I am in need of some insight.." She'd rock on her heels as she'd watch him walk past her. The Skulls above his head watching her as he'd set the large Books on the table. He'd turned to her as he'd sit upon his Throne, as he'd opened a few scrolls. "What is it, I may Help you with?" The female cracked a grin as she'd leaned on the table. "What solar system shall we invade next? I need to get resources for the ships and we are currently in a Jam.." She'd mumbled. The male blinked before thinking. "I can search Planets that have little to no life forms on them."The female was playing with the gold chains on her Belt as she'd nod. "That sounds excellent..but do find some life forms...my men are itching for a fight.." She'd stand up as she'd start her walk back to the Tactical Com. Crudus tilted his head and spoke. "Is this all you wanted? Why not just order  through the coms?" She'd walked toward the opened doors as she'd spun around before shrugging. "Im bored! Plus nothing wrong with some Exercise." She'd chuckle as she'd walked out of the Library, her Storm Troopers following. Crudus face palmed. Within the Tactical Com  The officers of the Verdammt where currently keeping check on their Radar, when the radar started to glitch. Alarmed they Called upon their Captain, which was Named Magnus. He was Captain of the Verdammt and was rather Good friends with the Primarch. Magnus walked over and looked upon the Radar. Frowning the scarred Man, ordered for shields to be placed and All Weaponry to online. The Tactical Room filled with noise as Soldiers and officers got prepped. Communication officers com'd their comrades. The Chapter Master's Frigates had also gotten their Radar's to glitch. The Inquisitors were quiet, they couldn't get communication with the rest of the Fleet. Now most of the fleet was aware and on their Toes. Maybe it was just a Glitch and nothing more? Magnus knew better. He knew to trust his Gut. The Alarm went out as Primarch Void walked through the doors, she'd saw officers walking back and fourth and Magnus stood in the heat of it all. "What's wrong Magnus?" The male turned as he'd grunt. "Primarch, the Radar is glitching. We've lost communication with both the Inquisitors Ships, and the radar's are also malfunctioning with the frigates." Void raised an eyebrow as she'd walked to her Throne, the Tactical Com Room was a place for Both Primarch and Captain.. The female walked forward as she'd glanced to the radars. She'd kept her Mouth shut, and placed both her hands behind her back. Magnus walked across the platform and barked out orders. "How long has this been happening now?" An officer looked up at him. "Five Minutes Now Sir." Magnus frowned and ordered once again. "Keep Shields up." Another soldier replied with a "Yessir"While in the Inquisitors Ships, Both of them where out of the Loop. Their Communications were in Dissray and they didn't know why. They had their Ships on the Ready, and Soldiers were ready to be deployed. Then the unexpected happened. Both their Ships started to Glow. The Inquisitors were barking out orders confused, Before a White Flash appeared and they where Gone. Without missing a beat, the Verdammt also started to Glow, before a white Flash happened and they where Gone.The Seven frigates stared as their Leaders simply vanished, before they scrambled. -------- Verdammt like a click of a pen, reappeared in Space, but different era and area. The Ship was in alarm, as Primarch was currently on her ass, rubbing her head as Magnus released the rails before walking to her, and pulling her back on her feet. "I know what happened." Their Ship was currently in front of a Planet, Blue with water and what looked like cities. The Ship had reappeared above earth, and small little explosions could be heard as Satellites that floated around the planet would slowly smash into the exterior of the ship, doing no damage. Primarch stood up fully and leaned unto the Rail. "Where the hell are we?" Magnus barked out again this time to Rache. "Rache, where the hell are we!?"A servo skull appeared floating around before he'd float in front of the Captain. "We seem to be in the Solar System...which would explain Earth...But my data isn't receiving anything from our home world." Void leaned unto the Rail as her eyes stared at the planet. "I don't think that's our planet Captain." Magnus glanced at her, before crossing his arms. "The Planet doesn't have the Imperial Navy hovering around the planet, and a planet that's not guarded...I doubt where in the Era we are from.." Magnus huffed. "What universe then.." The female went back to her Throne and sat down as she'd crossed her legs..."Let's go find out." She'd glanced slightly to the right, seeing the Planet's Hologram. "There's Something big in this Region. Let's go see." Magnus nodded and barked again. "Bring the Ship upon this Region." --- The Planet they were currently arriving too was Earth...the Year for them was 1982 and they would be in for a surprise. Those in South Africa watched in Fear and Awe as the Shadow of a Large Ship Slowly entered Earth. The Satellites that crashed unto the exteriors of the ship had alerted NASA and other space programs of something large arriving.Other regions of Earth saw the Ship slowly Descending, but upon South Africa, the ones who where really in awe was an alien species who had stopped doing what they were doing, as they'd watch the Massive ship split the clouds apart and slowly lower.They didn't know of the Ship's Design and they knew it wasn't human. Human's hadn't gotten to the point of space travel. Could it be friends here to help, or worse...come to terminate. The entire South Region watched as they'd lower towards their Own Space Ship that was stationed over the city. The Ship Massive compared to their own Ship.Humans military had started to immobilize towards the ship. Where they friendly? Where they here to terrorize? Now humans had to deal with something other than the Prawns.The Verdammt kept on lowering, as the female inside the tactical center watched as they'd get closer to the other Ship floating in mid air. It was rather small compared to hers..Half of her ship was still in the clouds.. She'd stand up as she'd walked to the ships hologram in front of her, as she'd watched the cameras. Humans. Humans lived here, as they stared upon her ship, but another species lived here as well. Her cameras capturing close ups as she'd watched these aliens watch Verdammt. She took note of their living conditions and how they coward in fear.Finally after a few minutes Verdammt settled in and Hovered to the side of the other Ship. Here humans and Prawns watched in awe at the Massive Ship. The Military taking notice of the weaponry. Primarch Void clapped her hands as she'd walked down the steps as she'd smiled, clapping Magnus on the shoulder. "While you figure out what warped us here, and how to get us back, I am going to go explore this new land." She'd grin, her eyes glowing softly. Magnus stared ahead and nodded. "As you wish Primarch." Void turned away and started her walk as she'd speak to Rache who floated behind her. "Get the Death Korps ready, I want a Thunder-hawk ready once I arrive." Rache answered with a affirmative, before his voice sounded through the ship.In the city of Johannesburg of South Africa Military was immobilizing.. Helicopters and Tanks were preparing..Humans ran around the city trying to get to safety. Void was currently making her way to the Hangar, as Marching Boots could be heard in the Distance, as Death Korps of Krieg were preparing.  "Lets see what we have here.."
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wonderlustlucas · 6 years
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for science - na jaemin
⇢ prompt Standing beside him not as his best friend but as his girlfriend is a whole extra level in Hell. ⇢ pairing jaemin x female reader ⇢ word count 2k ⇢ genre fluff ⇢ warnings as requested, mega fluff overload. you may get a cavity. you’ve been warned ⇢ summary “request for another jaemin fic!! Fluff overload”—request ; fake dating ; friends to lovers ⇢ a/n i  rlly only wrote this cuz i wanted to call this level 100 thot gay. happy belated birthday my love, i adore you endlessly❥
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“You told them I’m your what?”
Sensing your sudden terror from the moment he parked and refused to unlock the doors, Jaemin winces at your alarmed tone, fiddling with the cuffs of his dress shirt as a sort of recalibration.
“Na Jaemin—”
“I know, I know! I’m sorry—it wasn’t my plan, I swear,” Jaemin sputters, reluctantly raising his gaze to finally meet your own distressed grimace. “Then why did you tell your whole family I’m your girlfriend, Jaemin? How am I supposed to go about this night pretending?”
Ignoring the pain in his heart that results from your piercing words, ignoring the utter disbelief that hardens your features, ignoring the urge to reach out to smooth over the stressed crease on your forehead, Jaemin gulps, “Before I came to get you, my cousins were giving me shit about not dating anyone and—and then I thought of you, and it was fine at first. But my Aunt overheard me and then it got back to my Mom and I had to make up a bunch of shit.”
Sighing at last, you decide it’s better to accept it as it is—one night pretending to be dating the boy you’ve been madly in love with for years was better than nothing, right? “I’m sorry,” Jaemin adds breathlessly, you would have missed it if the vehicle’s engine was still running, a heartbeat later you reach over, cupping his hand between your own and stroking his knuckles with your thumb.
“Don’t be sorry, Nana. I was just… surprised.”
“You’re not mad?”
Heart positively melting from the fretful façade he bears, sparkling eyes now dull and petal lips scarlet from biting, you smile tenderly before, “No, I’m not mad, silly goose. So, how about you tell me how we started dating?”
With a shaky laugh, he explains, “Back in July, when we went to Donghyuck’s graduation party. I said we accidentally kissed and then I asked you out.”
Focusing more on the way his fingers gradually began to intertwine with your own rather than listening to his pathetic excuse of a story, you too let out a mesmerized sigh, shaking your head to clear your brain of all the daydreams you have spent conjuring up moments like these, “O-Okay. Yeah, that sounds good. Didn’t your parents ask why you didn’t tell them?”
Jaemin shrugs, “I said I didn’t want to deal with all their questions and was waiting for tonight.”
“Well, I guess that works. Should we go in? Aren’t they waiting for us?” Nodding towards the restaurant, resembling a mansion more than anything else, tan stucco walls illuminated primrose with gold encrusted barn lights spaced between the floor-to-ceiling windows, you wonder, momentarily, why Jaemin’s parents would ever choose to have his birthday dinner at such an upscale place knowing he would be so much more content with something simpler. “Unfortunately,” Jaemin sighs, when his hand finally slips out from your own you have to take a moment to regulate your heartbeat before following him out.
Scampering to catch up with him and grumbling at the added difficulty walking in heels creates, you are simply trying to adjust the hem of your dress to an appropriate length when Jaemin grunts, curling his arm around your waist, “What are you huffing and puffing about? You look perfect.”
Unless an angel from heaven fluttered down, swept up your jaw, and placed it back onto its hinges, you truly have no idea how you manage to shut your mouth after having it hang open for such an embarrassingly long eternity, nearly choking on your suddenly desert dry vocal cords because oh God his arm is around your waist and oh God he smells good and did he just say you look perfect?
You clear your throat, “Wow, you’re gay. Just making sure, was that boyfriend Jaemin or my normal Jaemin?”
“Boyfriend Jaemin could always be your normal Jaemin, you know,” he winks—the sucker winks—but withdraws from you to swing open one side of the majestically tall oak door and nodding for you to enter first, leaving you to wallow in your pool of self-pity and near-death reality alone. Luckily, he follows after you not a second later, hand instead targeting your own instead of your waist and oh is his heart beating just as erratically as yours.
Leaning in, petal soft lips brushing the shell of your ear, Jaemin whispers, “We should probably hold hands. For science.”
Swallowing the saliva that ceases to exist, you look to the strawberry blonde to catch his prize-winning smile. Is he glowing or is it just the lights in this place?
With your brain displaying a system failure, you only grant him a timid nod and follow his lead to the front desk, where he greets the hostess with a softer smile and after giving her his name, you continue to walk further into the dining room. With walls varying between amber paint and warm red brick, you conclude this will most certainly be the only time you’ll be dining at such a restaurant, judging by the long, gold and oak tables adorned with cream lace table runners, colossal vases stocked with red roses, and rinky-dink dishes served on what looks like the finest of china.
“This is… extravagant,” you mutter, turning to the boy beside you. He seems to mirror your own expression, eyes full of wonder and irises reflecting gold, you subconsciously lean into him because that’s just how it is with Jaemin.
“Yeah, they really went all out for me.”
Debating on whether to reply with something along the lines of him ‘being worth it,’ you bite your tongue at the missed opportunity when, after what felt like a lifetime walking with Jaemin’s hand in yours, the hostess stops before the designated table. “Jaemin, ___!” Exclaims his mother, a spitting image of him when she beams the same starring smile and suddenly all eyes are on you, soaking in the image of standing beside Jaemin not as his best friend but as his girlfriend.
“Hello,” he greets, nodding to his family with a gentle smile as he tugs you to the remaining two seats—of course you would be late with Jaemin to his own birthday dinner—and, heart fluttering like bird’s wings when he pulls out the cushioned beige chair, you smile gratefully to him and settle into the seat.
Lucky for your awkward ass, the elongated table is the shape of an oval, and you find yourself at the curved corner, Jaemin next to you at the head, and his Aunt beside you. You’re not even finished familiarizing yourself with the members of Jaemin’s family when your seat is being tugged—oh, you jolt in surprise, turning to him with wide eyes as he fixes your chair until it is hardly half an arm's length away from his.
“Did you just—”
“Yes,” he purrs, smirking smugly and reaching for your napkin, you watch with a mind devoid of any rational thought as he flattens it over your thighs. “What’s up with you?” You hiss, startlingly aware of his family staring at the two of your like a cheetah waiting greedily to chase its prey. “Nothing,” he smiles, the corner of his mouth twitching into a threatening smirk but he hides it by bringing a prefilled glass of water to his lips, you watch, anticipating, as he takes a sip for him to add, “sorry, babe, am I boyfriending wrong?”
“Stop,” you whine, wrinkling your nose to play off your humiliation as repulsion. Did he just call you babe?
“You’re cute when you’re blushing.”
“I’m not even blushing.”
“Yes, you are. You’re smiling at the table,” he giggles—what a child—and pokes your warm cheek with his index finger, “don’t lie.”
“Na Jaemin, if you don’t stop harassing me, I will have no choice but to shove this fork up your ass,” you warn, gripping said weapon and waving it in his face. He pouts, reaching for the utensil and placing it back with your other silverware, “That’s not nice. I’m just being sweet to the love of my life.”
Heart hammering against a glass ribcage, your brain once again glitches for the umpteenth time tonight, “You don’t have to fake this when no one is listening, you know.” Jaemin huffs and rolls his eyes in order to buy some time, his confession, everything he has always wanted to say, is right there, lingering on the tip of his tongue but, as usual, something always seems to get in the way of his thought process.
“Sir, what will you have to drink?”
You watch, stifling a laugh as Jaemin jumps in surprise, sputtering for words and you almost take pity on him if it were not for the unhealthy beating of your heart as a result of his words. “Uh, c-chocolate milk, please.”
“And for you, miss?”
“Chocolate milk, too.”
“You did that on purpose,” Jaemin snorts once the waiter moves along, flipping over his menu and you gape, ready to smack the sly grin off his face no matter how unacceptably gorgeous the warm glow of the lamps make him.
“What? What’d I do?”
“Order the same thing as me on my birthday,” he smirks, scanning over the laminated paper and ignoring your annoyance like nobody’s business. “Excuse me, sir. Am I not allowed to have the same drink as you?” Snorting, you finally look to your own menu, picking at the hem of your dress because why does he have to be so infuriating?
“Yo,” he bugs you not a heartbeat later, digging his elbow into your side, “my Mom wants to take a picture.”
“Oh! Sure,” sitting up, you first reach up to fix a stray strand of his hair before leaning impossibly closer, shoulder against his chest and presenting your best smile as she taps her phone screen. “Ma, make sure you get this one,” Jaemin pipes up, pushing you off from his chest only to twist you to face him, you giggle at his mindless manhandling, allowing him to lay your hair however he likes.
“What are we doing? Goofy pic?” You ask, reeling him back after his meticulous fixing. When he does not answer, you tilt your head curiously, unable to read his expression but then he’s leaning closer and oh.
His lips taste and feel just as chapped as they look, although you cannot think of any feeling better than them pressed to your own, breathing him into your lungs like a starved man, and wow this is so much better than all the hours you have spent imagining this. The warmth of his tongue just barely brushes your own when you pull back, no matter how much it pains you to do so but now is not the time to shove your tongue down his throat, nerves burning a fire under your skin.
“You stopped,” Jaemin whispers, warm breath fanning over your cheeks when he leans his forehead against yours. “Believe me, buddy, I wanted that kiss to be more than a peck, too. But I don’t want your family to judge,” you chuckle breathlessly, itching to kiss him again but what was that?
“Buddy?”
You sigh, “Nana, I don’t know what to call you after that,” Jaemin sucks in a sharp breath at this, finally fluttering open his eyelids to gaze upon you with all the adoration in the world as you go on, “that was more than pretending, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah,” he hums, scanning over your features for any sign of doubt before, “I don’t know how to ask out my best friend.”
“Do you just want to skip all that talking nonsense and just go right to the dating part?”
“Yeah, I like the sound of that. I think we’ve done a pretty good job so far,” Jaemin smiles softly, pressing an angel soft peck to the corner of your mouth before pulling away with yet another grin brighter than the sun itself and oh my you could get used to this.
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realhostiplier · 7 years
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The Rescue
Prompt: (anon: the egos protecting each other from a common foe ??) Here you go, oh so patient and kind anon. It’s finally here. 
Genre: Angst (yet again)
Word Count:  6519 (adlsjafalhlksad save me)
Warnings: Major (!!) blood mention, violence, cursing, maniacal behavior/characters, kidnapping, stalking, threatening, demonic behavior, attempted underage and consensual seduction, and graphic descriptions of injuries. (I apologize greatly. If there are any more warnings you would like me to add, please let me know!)
(PLEASE AVOID THE TAGS/VERY BOTTOM OF THE POST IF YOU DON’T WANT SPOILERS! Also, I will be tagging @intplier, @markired, and @bandycapped because I adore them all and would love their feedback.)
A/N: Wow. It’s here. Officially the longest Ego fanfic I’ve ever written. This took me days and, to the anon who sent in the prompt, I’m so sorry. Also, this gets it’s own post because it’s long, detailed, and I felt like. I’m sorry again. PLEASE read the warnings! This fic is dark and can be triggering to some!
Enjoy?
(I encourage you to check the tags after reading)
Mark plastered a smile on as the final day at Pax East came to a blissful end.
He loved his fans, he really, truly did, but sometimes they could be a bit… much.
The majority of his fans, thankfully, were calm-minded and considerate, not pushing boundering and, if they happened to, always being apologetic. Mark was incredibly grateful for that. However, there were some, only a rare few, that could be ‘extreme.’
Mark’s mind swirled with images of a dark-haired girl attempting to kiss him. When he nervously denied, she became furious, screaming about how his loveable girlfriend, Amy, was ‘a horrible person’ and was ‘keeping them apart.’ She had even claimed that her name, Aless, ‘sounded better’ than Amy’s.
She eventually had been dragged away by security, kicking and screaming, unfortunately drawing a bit of a crowd, but it was still a scary experience.
However, it was finally the end of the day. Mark could go back to his hotel room and finally relax.
When he got there, however, he noticed that his room door was slightly cracked open. Not thinking much of it - perhaps it was just the hotel cleaning service - he went downstairs to the lobby, not wanting to disturb them. He ordered himself a nice sandwich for dinner from the hotel restaurant before heading back up to his room, finally ready to settle in for a long day.
When he got back, he smiled tiredly to himself, thankful for the kind hotel workers. The door was now closed and he presumed the room had been cleaned.
The room said otherwise, though. The beds were just as much of a mess as he had left them, the bathroom towels were still in a damp pile in on the counter, and his room was just as he had left it.
Suspicious, he checked over his things, making sure nothing was taken. After finding everything in tact, he shrugged it off as something he had imagined as a result of his exhaustion. Or perhaps he had just forgotten to shut the down completely when he left. Maybe one of his friends stopped by and forgot to close it. It could’ve been a multitude of things.
Sighing, he stripped down to his boxers and finally fell into bed, asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
~
The next day, Mark woke up feeling much more energized, if still a bit haunted by memories of the rabid fan. However, he shrugged off his negative thoughts, happy to be heading home later that evening.
The day went as planned. Mark ate lunch - after having skipped breakfast due to waking up late - and then met up with some of his friends. They laughed and chatted, and the fan from the day before had completely left his mind by the time his began getting ready for his flight.
After saying goodbye to his friends and giving out a few extra hugs, Mark headed up to his room and began packing. He looked at his phone nervously - he was running a quite a bit behind. Hurriedly, he shoved his things into his bags, barely double-checking the room before he left for the airport.
However, in his haste, Mark failed to notice the piece of paper missing from his luggage. It wasn’t much, just a slip that Mark had written his flight number and details on in case he forgot.
He didn’t know that such a small piece of paper could cause so much chaos.
~
The flight was long and dull, as flights usually are, and Mark was immensely relieved when his feet finally touched solid ground.
So relieved, in fact, that he didn’t notice the figure that had been following him through the airport. Or the fact that the same figure got in a cab the same time that he did. Or the fact that the figure directed the cab driver to follow him all the way back to his house.
~
Mark’s house was chaos when he returned.
He had instructed Amy and Tyler to stay behind to watch over the Egos, not wanting any of them to cause any permanent damage - or worse, get loose.
However, this resulted in the pair allowing the Egos, with Mark’s permission, to stay at the YouTuber’s house for easier “Ego-sitting.” So, when Mark got home, the house was…. different, to say the least.
Wilford laid dramatically on the table, twirling his gun and loudly singing pop songs from the 2000s. Silver was nearby, seemingly entranced by either the awful singing or the twirling gun. Mark wasn’t quite sure which one it was. Yandere was also nearby. Mark could clearly tell which one he was entranced by, his eyes following the gun sharply.
The Host and Dr. Iplier were quietly conversing in the corner farthest from the loud Ego, attempting to block out the noise. Chica stood near the Host, sniffing his hand quietly. However, when she noticed Mark’s appearance, she immediately jumped up and greeted her owner happily.
“Hey, Chica-bica,” Mark cooed fondly as Chica rolled over as he lathered her in attention, “Who’s a good girl? You are! Yes, yes, you’re a very good girl. Plenty of belly pats for the good girl.” This continued on for many moments before Chica trotted off once more, leaving Mark to examine the rest of the house.
The black wisps of miasma coming from under the bathroom door gave a clear indication of where Darkiplier was hiding out, clearly irritated and wanting to get away from the noise.
Amy and Tyler were with Ed, attempting to talk him out of trying to sell Chica on the Ebay. The thought horrified Mark, but he knew he could trust his friends to prevent that from happening.
In the kitchen, Bim had set up multiple plant boxes, pots, and terrariums. He was speaking to King, who had his signature crown on top of his head, holding a jar of peanut butter. Mark winced as he dug a saliva-slicked finger into the jar to continue forming his ‘beard.’   
The Googles stood off to the side, eyes glowing, scanning the house and guarding for intruders. Suddenly, a random coffee pot was throw - Mark didn’t know by who - and hit Oliver on the side of the head, effectively causing him to glitch. His eyes flickered and he seemed to be frozen with a shocked look on his face, his hand outreached, mid-air. The other Googles glared in the direction of the thrown coffee pot.
Overall, the house was just pure chaos.
“Everyone, go home!” Mark yelled above the noise, frustrated with both the mess and the noise. The sound made Chica flinch a bit, along with the Host, and he felt guilt shoot through him, but at least it got his point across.
Wilford’s singing quieted down to a low mumble but continued, much to the distaste of everyone. Dark’s ringing aura rose in anger, but then fell to a slightly more manageable tone. Bim and King froze their conversation, and Mark couldn’t help but think that King looked a bit like a deer in headlights.
Silver suddenly snapped out of his trance and began playing with the fingers on his gloves and Yandere ignored Mark completely, still staring at the gun in Wilford’s hands. The Doctor and the Host stopped talking, looking mildly relieved, if a bit shocked by the sudden noise..
Happy with gathering all, well, most, of the Egos’ attention, Mark spoke again.
“I’m home, I’m back. I want my house again. Please, just…. go back to the office.”
The Egos mumbled and groaned quietly, apart from Wilford, who sighed dramatically, but they all began to leave. Dark was the first one gone, his ringing blessedly vacant from the vicinity.
The Host and the Doctor were the second and third to leave, quickly followed by Bim and King, who were still looking a bit shocked by Mark’s outburst. The Googles followed immediately, carrying the still-frozen Oliver between the three of them. They all looked more than mildly irritated but disappeared in a flash of blue, red, yellow, and green.
Ed was eventually persuaded to leave by Amy and Tyler with the bribe of a new cowboy hat. Yandere snuck out sometime during the persuasion process, as did Silver, and, eventually the only Ego left was Wilford.
Mark sighed; he was too goddamn tired for this.
“Wil, you need to leave,” He said firmly, backed up by Amy and Tyler’s nods of agreement.
“But why,” Wilford responded, whining and drawing out the ‘y.’ He had moved from his previous position into a sitting one, letting his feet dangle over the edge of the table and brush the floor.
“Because I’m exhausted, I’m sure Amy and Tyler are too,” Mark paused, thinking of a new tactic, “And you still have Dark to go mess with.”
Wilford’s face lit up with excitement and Mark smiled. It was a bit cruel, but it worked.
“Yes, yes, I do! But what should I do?” Wilford asked himself and Mark could almost see the light bulb appear above his head, “Oh, I know! I can prank him!” Wilford laughed crazily as he faded away, mumbling something about chainsaws and strawberry jelly.
“Finally,” Mark sighed when Wilford had completely disappeared. He turned and fell face-first onto his couch, groaning.
Amy and Tyler laughed before leaving, allowing him to get to bed. Mark quickly did such, barely having the energy to tear off his shoes and shirt before he fell into bed, drifting into a dreamless sleep.
~
Mark awoke to the sound of distant yelling, a crash that sounded vaguely like something falling, and then eerie silence.
Grumbling to himself, Mark got out of bed, throwing on some flannel pajama pants and a simple white t-shirt before heading to the kitchen. He tiredly ran a hand over his face while he made a cup of coffee.
Goddamn jet lag, Mark thought to himself. Despite getting a full nine hours of sleep, he still felt sluggish and tired. He also smelt faintly of the stale air of the plane he took home.
Sighing, Mark finished up his coffee and hopped into the shower.
While the water ran over him, he faintly heard something that sounded like footsteps. His mind flashed back to the yelling from earlier and suspicion grew within him.
After getting dressed, Mark searched around his house, looking for an intruder. When he found none, he attempted to shrug it off. However, something lingered in the back of his mind.
Mark thought back to the crazy fan at the meet-up. He thought of the crazed look in her eyes as she was dragged away. He thought about the way her hair grew tangled and frizzy as she thrashed in the security man’s arms. He thought of the way she reached out for him expectantly before her arms were pinned, as if she thought he would return the gesture.
Mark thought about the stories he had read about crazed fans coming to the celebrities’ houses. The stories about the fans harassing their idol and their loved ones, claiming it was out of adoration and love.
He suppressed a shiver.
Shaking off the thought, Mark continued with his day tiredly, recording a little update video for his channel.
In it, he joked about the crazed fan, leaving out some of the details and just claiming she was a bit ‘over-enthused.’ He laughed off the situation and continued describing his time at Pax, mentioning his friends and missing Chica and Amy. Trying to look on the bright side of the long flight back, he also told the story of the bitter flight attendant and the tired old man that was sat next to him.
Throughout all of this, Mark didn’t notice the figure creeping up behind him.
He didn’t notice the way their eyes gleamed with malice, matching the gleam of the knife in their hands. He didn’t notice their dark hair falling over their face or the way they glared at the mention of his girlfriend.
He didn’t notice until it was too late.
~
The Egos got a call the next morning.
Amy was frantic, panicking over the phone to Dr. Iplier, the only Ego who could speak calmly with her in a time of distress. She spoke quickly, saying that she had went over to Mark’s house that morning and he was gone.
Normally, that wouldn’t have been such a big deal, but then she spotted the blood, the obvious sign of a struggle, and the note.
‘He’s mine now. Forever.
He’ll be happier with me than you. I can make him happy.
If you call the police, he dies.
-A’
Panicked and unsure what else to do, Amy had called the Ego’s house, pleading for them to help her find and rescue Mark.
The Doctor turned to Wilford, who was standing by twirling his knife, and explained the situation. Delighted, Wilford quickly forced all of the Egos to accept the new mission, claiming it would be ‘so much fun.’
Dr. Iplier passed the phone on to the Host, who reassured Amy that they would be there soon to help find Mark. Eventually, she calmed down and the call was ended and the Egos were left to get ready.
Wilford quickly gathered all of the Egos in the meeting room. He convinced most of the Egos to agree to help, (with the exception of Yandere, who claimed he was too busy with ‘senpai’) but Dark was resistant.
“We don’t all need to go, Wilford. You can handle a human,” Dark said in response to Wilford’s persistence of him going.
“It’ll be a bonding experience, Darky!” Wilford whined, “Besides, I’m sure Mark will have to repay you somehow. Perhaps a new video~” He sang the last words teasingly and Dark grumbled and his aura whipped around him, but he reluctantly agreed.
Soon, all of the Egos found themselves at the famous Markiplier’s house once again.
“Wow, twice in two days. A new record,” Wilford called loudly.
Dark sent his hellhounds off to find Mark’s location as the Doctor and Amy attempted to tell Wilford that, no, he could not tickle Mark’s kidnapper.
The hellhounds returned and the Egos stuffed themselves into two separate cars, Amy driving one and Bim driving the other. They followed behind the hellhounds, who eventually lead them to an abandoned building right outside of town.  
A tad disappointed in this mysterious kidnapper, Wilford mumbled, “Well this is cliche.” The other people, and figments, in the car pointedly ignored him.
They all filed out of the car and began walking towards the door when they were interrupted by the Host.
“The Host senses more than two people inside of that building. Somehow, the kidnapper has acquired guards to help hold Mark hostage. The Host does not suggest the Egos go in without a plan,” The Host narrated calmly, and the Egos immediately began talking over one another, shooting off ideas.
After the talking had rose to yelling, Amy shouted above it all.
“Enough! We’ll go in there and try to take down these ‘guards,’ or whoever they are first. Then we’ll try to find Mark, and the people who captured him. We all need to work together, though,” Amy looked around at the group, “Capisce?”
The Egos nodded, and then they all began to walk towards the dim building, each feeling varying amounts of anxiety.
~
Wilford and Silver took down the first guard, standing next to each other. Silver rushed forward, capturing the guard in his arms and allowing Wilford to knock him hard on the side of the head, causing him to go limp, unconscious.
Amy stepped forward cautiously, examining the guard’s face. It was young, soft, and dotted with faint freckles. His build was masculine, small, and lanky. He seemed to be around fifteen years old.
It was a child.
“Guys, it’s just a kid,” Amy said shakily. Was Mark’s kidnapper really forcing kids to help guard him? Did they even know what they were doing? Who they were guarding?
Bim nodded sadly, “Yeah, it is. The next one we see, be more gentle with. They might all be kids,” He looked at Wilford subtly.
Dark conjured up some handcuffs and restrained the kid, allowing the Doctor to step forward and drag him into a quiet place behind a bush to be fetched, memory wiped, and returned to his family later.
~
Bim and Amy worked together on the next guard. Bim distracted them by making clicking noises as Amy snuck up behind them, pinning them down.
When she made eye contact with the person, they looked terrified.
This girl was younger, with short hair and a pale complexion. Her hazel eyes were filled with fear and Amy felt immense guilt flood her body.
Sitting up, she stopped the girl from sprinting away, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to sit down in front of Amy.
“We’re not going to hurt you, okay?” At the girl’s doubt-filled expression, Amy continued, “We just wanna ask you some questions, is that okay?” The girl nodded hesitantly.
“What’s your name?” She asked gently, not wanting to scare the kid more.
She swallowed anxiously before answering, “S-Sam.”
“That’s a lovely name, Sam,” Amy smiled gently, “Now, can you tell us why you’re here?” Amy questioned with a soft voice.
“Um, s-she put m-me up to this. I d-don’t know why. S-she said she’d k-kill my family if I d-didn’t agree,” Sam stuttered anxiously, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Who is she?”
“I d-don’t know her name,” Sam said, her eyes darting around the room, “B-but she said she n-needed me to guard him. I d-don’t know who h-he is though,” Sam whimpered slightly, “I’m sorry.”
Amy rubbed Sam’s back comfortingly, “It’s okay, it’s okay. Thank you,” She stood, gesturing for Sam to do the same, “Do you know how to get home from here?”
“N-no,” Sam whispered.
Amy looked around at the Egos, who were backed into the shadows, not wanting to interrupt. “Well, we need to find someone we think is here. I need you to wait out here for us, can you do that?” Sam nodded.
“We’ll be back soon, Oliver here can stay with you, is that okay?” Sam nodded again, shooting an odd look towards the Egos. Before she could ask, Google Oliver stepped forward, gently leading Sam away to the outside of the building.
Amy sighed as they left and the group continued on.
~
The next guard, the Host and Dr. Iplier pinned down.
The Host narrated quietly from the corner, manipulating reality to help Dr. Iplier.“The person suddenly realizes that their shoe is untied, reaching down to tie it once again, they are ambushed by the Doctor, who pins their arms behind their back.”
The Doctor did just that, and once again, Amy steps forward, gently asking the girl, Marissa, the same questions she asked Sam. When she got the same answers, she sighed and sent her in the direction of the exit, where Oliver was waiting with Sam.
Amy rubbed her temples tiredly; she had a feeling that this would be a long trip.
~
King and Ed took down the next guard, King sending a couple squirrels to nibble on the person’s ears, causing them to become distracted so that Ed could wrestle them down.
The kid fought against it this time, wriggling and trying to escape until they eventually gave up. When they were let up to talk to Amy, they ran off immediately, escaping from the building.
Amy sighed sadly, but let them go.
~
The Googles pinned down the next guard, a young boy, efficiently and quickly. They cornered him in a no-nonsense style and Google Green stepped forward, effectively locking his hands around the boy’s wrists in an iron grip.
“Hey, I’m Amy,” Amy said, looking into the boy’s brown eyes and gesturing vaguely for the Googles to let him go, “We’re here to save everyone here and get my friend back.” Amy did not mention Mark being more than a friend, figuring it would seem more innocent to do so.
“A-are you Markiplier’s girlfriend?” The boy asked shyly, a shocked expression on his face.
Amy froze. She hadn’t expected anyone to recognize her, although it made sense. A whole bunch of teenagers in one place? One was bound to know her famous boyfriend.
“Uh, yeah, yeah I am. What’s your name?” Amy asked, motioning silently for the Egos to leave the boy’s field of vision. The last thing she needed was questions about why there were copies of her YouTuber boyfriend beside her.
“Oh, um, m-my name’s Calum,” The boy responded hesitantly.
“Well, Calum…” Amy trailed off, unsure. Usually, this is where she would tell the boy to go to where Oliver was waiting, but she couldn’t exactly do that this time, “Do you know why you’re here?”
“U-uh,” Calum stuttered nervously, obviously scared, “Well this girl t-told me she would, um, kill my brother if I didn’t help her, and, like, I couldn’t let that happen… So here I am?” Calum’s voice rose at the end of the sentence, as if he were ending with a question rather that a statement.
Amy paused, mulling over Calum’s words. The other kids had always said their parents were threatened, not their siblings.
“What about your parents? Did she threaten them?” Amy asked gently.
“N-no. They’re kind of, um, dead.” Calum said dully with unintended bluntness.
Amy pulled back slightly, shocked, “Oh, I-I’m really sorry. I didn’t know,” Changing the subject, she continued, “Do you have anywhere to go?”
“Not really,” Calum responded, looking solemn, “I was living with my grandma but she kinda, uh, kicked me out a couple weeks ago.”
“Do you have any other family to stay with?” Amy was feeling dread and sadness creep into her stomach, certain she already knew the answer. What were they going to do?
“N-no. My brother moved a few months ago and he’s the only other family I have.”
Amy thought for a moment before responding hesitantly, “Well, Calum, we’re going to help you, but we have to help my friend first, okay?” Calum nodded silently, “Can you wait for us here?”
Calum hesitated, but nodded, moving to sit over by the wall, obviously tired from being on his feet for hours, ‘guarding’ Mark.
“We’ll be back soon,” Amy promised, before heading down the next hallway to find the other kids.
~
“There is one left,” Google Red reported, scanning the building for people. He detected three people, apart from the group, indicated by red blobs on the screen on his chest. It was a heat-detecting system, so it showed the warmth of human bodies. Two of the shapes, presumably Mark and the kidnapper, were in a room at the back of the building.
Dark was the one who handled the last kid. Amy tried to stop him when they approached the red figure on the map, but he slyly slid towards the child, an older teenage girl.
He approached her swiftly, silently, and maliciously. He ran his fingers across the side of her face, and Amy stood, shocked, at the sight of the girl’s glazed over eyes. Dark’s eyes had gone black, the sclera and iris of his eyes switching to a demonic black. Dark continued to run his fingers down the girl’s neck, then to trace her collarbones, then running over her shoulders, down her arms. Down, down, down…
“Dark,” Amy said forcefully, or, as forcefully as she could while she shook slightly, but the Ego didn’t pause, “Stop!” Still, he continued.
“Darky-boy, I get that she’s a pretty little virgin and all, but we’ve got a job to do~” Wilford said, his speech thick and teasing, yet there was an underlying tone of malice in his voice.
Dark finally stopped, handing the girl to Amy. The black from his eyes faded, but the irises were now a deep blood red. Amy could see the anger in them and she suppressed a shiver.
Looking back at the girl, Amy saw that her eyes remained glazed over, and she looked up at Dark suspiciously.
Dark sighed, irritated. “She’s incapacitated for the time being. It will pass, and she’ll return to a conscious state with no memories of it,” Amy stayed silent, and Dark huffed, “Just send her to Oliver.”
Amy was still a bit doubtful, but she nodded, sending Google Red to go deliver her to Oliver.
The room was eerily silent. The tension in the air was thick as they waited, thought, and worried. When Google Red came back, it was time.
It was time to save Mark.
~
Google Blue lead the way to the back of the building, a small office where two remaining sources of heat stayed. They hadn’t moved in the time that the group had been there, just staying inside of the small room. Waiting, watching.
Amy took a deep breath, and, feeling the warmth of the Egos behind her, pushed open the doors.
There sat the one and only Mark Fischbach, unconsciously, bruised, and bleeding from a gash on his head. Blood was splattered across his tattered t-shirt and dirty jeans. Amy held in a gasp, feeling herself start to shake even more. However, she shook her head slightly and pushed forward.
Next to him was another figure; a young girl. Amy started at her in horror. A little girl had done all of… this? The girl twitched and jerked, her muscles seizing up, and Amy sensed something very, very wrong with the scene in front of her.
Then, she noticed the body curled up in the corner of the room.
She looked closer, peering at the dark hoodie stained with blood, the pale skin, the brown hair dyed green.
“Jack?” Amy whispered to herself in horror. Jack was… Amy looked, he was still breathing, if only barely. She let out a quiet sigh of relief. He was still alive.
The girl looked up at the sound, her head jerking and her neck twitched, tendon popping out distinctly. There was something oddly familiar about the movement, and Amy heard Dark let out a quiet growl from behind her.
“What do we have here? Guests?” The girl asked sarcastically, her voice glitching in and out, too deep for an average teenage girl. Her form twitched and flashed, and silhouettes of her body in different gruesome poses glitched behind her.
“Well, if it isn’t Antisepticeye,” Dark responded mockingly, and Amy looked behind her and saw Dark’s form shift and glitch, showing his internal anger. His aura rung through the room, and Amy saw even Jack stir slightly, his eyebrows furrowing in discomfort at the deafening noise.
Amy started at his words, stumbling back a step. Anti? Is that why there was only two people on the map? Is Anti even… human? That thought brought up a whole new set of questions, but Amy put them off to the side for another day.
Out of the corner of her eye, Amy saw Bim take a couple steps back, along with King and Silver. The Doctor moved with faux bravery to stand slightly in front of the Host, who was looking more panicked by the second but still standing strong.
“Darky! How nice to see you! I see you’ve brought your friends, how lovely!” Anti shouted, his voice glitching even more. The girl’s eyes turned a solid black and, for the first time, Amy noticed blood staining her hands, along with the hasty gash shown on her neck.
It looked strikingly similar to a gruesome, bloody smile.
Dark followed Amy’s eyes, catching sight of the gash. “Still, with the neck-slitting? Didn’t you do that with Sean? How unoriginal of you, Glitch.” Dark sneered, and Amy saw Anti’s eyes flash with anger before he brushed it off and laughed maniacally.
“Unoriginal? You’re one to speak, Edgelord,” Dark’s eye twitched at the nickname, “Still, with the eyeliner? How unoriginal of you,” Anti mocked, repeating Dark’s words from before.
Dark’s form shifted, revealing an outline of his screaming figure, the red overtaking the blue of his shell, before coming back together as he regained his control. However, even after containing his rage, Dark stayed silent.
“Why the little girl bod, Anti? Seems a bit inefficient if you ask lil’ ol’ me. Which you should, because Wilford knows best,” Wilford said with a wink, obviously trying to channel the attention away from Dark, who looked seconds away from snapping Anti’s neck.
“Oh, this old thing? It’s quite efficient, actually. No one cares about her; she’s an orphan, actually. Lost her parents in a lovely car crash. Lost her friends after she got beat up by some other human at school. Wouldn’t be missed if she, say, disappeared.” Anti laughed again, and Amy flinched. He treated the girl as if she was just an object to be thrown away, and, perhaps, to him, she was.
“Why are you doing this?” Amy spoke up, trying to keep her voice from shaking. As much as she hated to admit it, Anti scared her. His chaos, his glitching voice and movements, his instability.
It was terrifying.
“Oh, you mean taking your precious little Mark and tying him up all pretty?” Anti asked it rhetorically, but Amy still found herself nodding, “It’s a kink thing.”
Amy felt anger rise in her throat; he wasn’t taking this seriously. This was more than Mark. This was everything.
“Why did you take him, Anti? Why did you use this little girl and those other kids to capture him? Why not do it yourself?” Amy taunted furiously. However, her anger was squashed when she saw Anti’s eyes flash again with anger.
It was much more intimidating when it was directed at her.
“Too many questions, pretty girl,” Anti snarled, hurling through the room, glitching dangerously, knife in hand, towards her.
Amy was frozen with fear. She couldn’t win against a glitching demon! She could barely win an arm wrestle against Mark. She wasn’t particularly weak, but Anti was no match for her and they both knew.
Through her haze of fear, Amy felt herself be knocked to the side, pushed out of harm’s way by one of the Egos. Thinking back, Dark was the only one close enough to reach her, but he had denied it being him with a snarl of ‘Why would I care about a weak human like you?’ and a slammed door.
Amy looked up and the scene before her felt unreal. The Egos were working together. The observation filled her with an odd sort of pride, but the fear and horror in her heart outweighed it.
The Googles stood, guarding the edges of the group as Wilford lunged forward, attempting to shove a knife into Anti’s chest. When he missed, Google Red rushed forward, hitting Anti hard in the jaw, causing him to stumble backwards.
Anti recovered quickly, and, before Amy could blink, had placed the palm of his hand on Google Red’s chest, effectively causing him to glitch, sizzle, and scream, before shutting down with a stream of smoke. He repeated the action with the other three Googles, who were looking increasingly more alarmed, and by the time he reached the last Google, Oliver, who’s scream was deafening, Amy was in tears.
The Host stayed in the corner mumbling rapid narrations as his contribution. He narrated as Ed avoided a stab thrown in his direction. Amy could see him panting with the effort of keeping the Egos safe as she watched him narrated and manipulate Silver in moving out of the way of a particularly vicious kick directed to his side.
Dr. Iplier tended to Mark, untying him and slowly sending a faint glowing light through his chest. As Amy peered closer, she realized her was healing him, his cuts slowly mending themselves and his bruises fading away.
Ed and Silver were in the midst of the battle, taking the defensive side after the Googles were shut down. Dark and Wilford, on the other hand, took the offensive side, as they were the strongest Egos. Amy couldn’t help but wince as she heard the sickening sound of cracked bone as Silver blocked Anti’s elbow, which would’ve come crashing down on Wilford’s spine. Silver grimaced and yelled in pain, but continued the fight with a rare sense of true bravery and selflessness. Ed grabbed Anti, throwing him down to the ground in an equally rare show of strength as he attempted to plunge a knife in Dark’s chest.
Bim was looking over Jack, accompanied by King. They stood over him, not quite sure what to do but determined to help. Bim helped Jack sit up and started working on a large gash on his side, leaking blood, while King tended to the cut around his neck.
Amy, stumbling out of her haze, lept up, and rushed over to help Dr. Iplier with Mark. She stood by helplessly as he exerted his powers, straining to heal him. She watched solemnly as he cursed angrily as he was forced to pause in his effort to heal him due to his own exhaustion. He had long ago abandoned his coat, not wanting to get it stained, and was looking strikingly similar to Mark.
Mark after a long day, Mark playing a rage-inducing game, Mark, Mark, Ma-
Amy tried to block everything out. The thoughts of Mark. The sight of him bloodied and battered. The sounds of the fight going on around them. The screams, the blood, and the sickening sound of bones being pulverized. She tried incredibly hard.
She failed.
Eventually, Ed and Silver had been defeated. Ed had been knocked unconscious due to a particularly hard blow to the head, and Silver had passed out from blood loss. Now, it was just Dark, Wilford, and Anti.
Dark looked uncharacteristically ruffled and disorganized, but only mildly injured. His most prominent injury was a sharp cut going across his forehead, blood flowing into his eyes, causing him to angrily to wipe it away. The sleeve of his shirt was ripped and stained with blood as well, causing him to look even more out of character than usual.
On the other hand, Wilford looked destroyed. He had multiple tears in his clothing, all revealing large gashes leaking blood, and one of his suspender straps had completely be ripped to shreds. His gun had been thrown to the side after it ran out of ammunition, so all he had left was the knife gripped tightly in his left hand. His hands were coated in blood, and it was obvious that Wilford had been doing most of the hand-to-hand combat.
Anti’s eyes looked more chaotic than Amy had ever seen them. He looked bloodthirsty and, despite the injuries he had, he continued lashing out, getting messier and more vicious as he lost more blood. Blood was caked under his nails and the girl’s long hair had been chopped off halfway through the battle, after the claim that it was distracting him. His form was glitching and twitching rapidly, making it difficult for Dark or Wilford to get a solid hit on him.
It was a madhouse.
The fight continued for what seemed like hours. Wilford eventually passed out, his grip on his knife going limp as he stumbled before falling to the floor. Hurriedly, Dr. Iplier rushed forward, grabbing him and dragging him over to where Silver and Ed laid, next to Jack, recovering weakly.
Then, it was two.
It was maniacal laughter and a eerily calm face.
It was bloodthirst and anger.
It was brightness and darkness.
It was chaos and order.
It was Darkiplier and Antisepticeye.
~
They had very different fighting styles, Amy noticed.
Dark avoided and planned, striking only when he was certain that he would not miss. He took some brutal hits, but avoided most. His miasma whipped viciously around him, constricting Anti but not quite being able to kill him. The ringing was almost unbearable at this point. He knuckles were cracked and bloody, but, for the most part, the rest of him was not. He stayed clean and orderly, even when breaking bones and ripping skin.
Anti was chaotic and unplanned, striking whenever and wherever. He pulled viciously at his own hair when he missed, and laughed maniacally when he didn’t. He was bloodthirsty, that much was clear. He made a show of licking the blood off his hands after tearing his nails into Dark’s arm. He stayed wound up to the max, even while he was punched and kicked.
There was no real winner.
The battle ended when it was clear they were both too exhausted to fight anymore. They panted and glared and snarled. Dark’s shell was teetering on the verge of shattering and Anti was glitching to the point where he could barely be seen. They were angry, but unable to express it. They were forced into silence by their own limited energy.
They both lost something that day.
~
The next day was hectic.
Bim wiped the memories of the kids and he and the Googles began deliering them to their houses, always taking precautions making sure to not be caught. The only child who did not receive this treatment was Calum. He was sent to his brother’s house, after Amy explained that he could not tell a soul about what happened. The Googles made sure to track him at his brother’s house to keep an eye on him, but they sent him on his way.
Dr. Iplier spent weeks patching everyone up. He ran himself into the ground and Amy was sure he would die from the excessive caffeine intake. But, at the end of the month, all of the Egos were as good as new, even if Dark was still angry and bitter.
Jack was sent back home after the situation was explained to him. Mark laughed when the first thing he worried about was the lack of videos, but he assured him the fans would understand if he said he had been sick and unable to upload. Amy got a notification that day of Jack’s tweet stating that he had been sick. It was apologetic, sweet, and made her smile softly.
Mark was finally returned back to his home without a problem. He became more paranoid and even skipped the next year at Pax, but eventually went back to being his old self once things got settled. He still locked the door every night without fail though, and made sure to check the house before he went to bed.
One night, as Amy laid awake in bed, she thought of Anti.
She knew he was still out there, probably more angry than ever. She was sure he would be back, but not anytime soon. He had been damaged the day of the Rescue, as Amy had taken to calling it. It worried her, not knowing when he would be back.
But, as Mark rolled over in his sleep and wrapped an arm around her torso, nuzzling his face into the back of her neck, she couldn’t bring herself to care.
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