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ask-svt-hearteu · 5 years

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Vampire! Joshua

Genre/Warnings: fluff, historically incorrect probably, mentions of religion that are purely because of this supernatural au, cursing

Word Count: 2278

A/N: surprise :p i was kinda feeling inspired bc this is a superior concept sorry it’s not a request :( but i really hope you guys like this! it’s been a minute since i’ve written something, i hope i portrayed joshua correctly too - admin seri

1800s poster church boy

until he fell in love

or so he thought

he was strumming his guitar at choir practice

sitting at the side while the nun yelled at the girls, a usual day at the church

and he looked up at the sound of the doors opening and saw her

immediately he’s fascinated by things he’s never cared about before

it was like just the flutter of her lashes made him swoon

poor unsuspecting Joshua Hong, didn’t he know what compulsion was

for a month after, people said he changed

he quit choir and began chasing after this one girl

as were many other men, as they were all too blinded by the compulsion to realize, him included

but she liked him best, it was the only explanation, because why else would she

he remembers that night, dressed in a tux as her date to one of the many balls she was invited too

being pulled into one of the many secluded rooms by the tug of her nimble fingers on his tie

feeling the soft touch of her lips

feeling the pain of her teeth sinking into his bottom lip

she seemed to take great amusement in watching him pull back in horror

she bit down on her own lip, hard

he watched, horrified as the blood dripped from her lips while she smirked

and she kissed him again in his frozen state

next thing he knew he was laying on his bed with a terribly sore neck

left with only a short, vivid scene of her baring her fangs and wrapping her hands around his neck

she was gone and so was the compulsion

he looked into the mirror, ran his hands over the puncture wounds on his neck, and hissed at the pain of a new set of teeth growing

it didn’t take long for him to realize he needed to escape town

it also didn’t take long for him to meet another vampire

Choi Seungcheol offered him an understanding smile and handed him a ring

from then on, he was with Seventeen

becoming a vampire killed any belief Joshua had in god

he was even the ‘I've read the entire bible five’ type, but then again what else was there really to do

there wasn’t much he could say about the topic now, the evidence was clear

however, his knowledge made him the absolute perfect candidate for his role in Seventeen

because where there’s a small, close-knit town, there’s a church

prominent members of the community reside in the church

and they know all the dirty secrets

all he was to do was wiggle his way into the church slowly as the young, pleasant man offering to play the guitar during mass

getting along with all the kids

become the major’s kid favorite

shaking hands with the major as he grins ‘shyly’ when the major dotes on how much the kid loves him

sly, sly Joshua

his job, primarily, is to make sure none of the town leaders catch on to the recent rise in animal deaths

and that no other vampires left any loose ends or some people suspicious

and especially make sure as hell there aren’t any vampire hunters

so he’s at choir practice with a guitar at his side, smiling softly at the nostalgic sight of the kids singing

til he smells a familiar scent in the air and turns to see Jun

“What are you going here?”

smiling brightly, Junhui points, “the kid my girl babysits gets to play this weekend”

“she’s adorable” Joshua looks to the little girl standing next to the piano bouncing on the balls of her feet

“yeah I am,” Jun’s girlfriend buts in cheekily, “thanks Josh”

he hums nonchalantly, “no problem”

while the three of them settle to watch the practice, Jun leans in and whispers, “so any updates?”

“one lady, she’s on the council and is always asks me about our living situation whenever we talk. it’s obvious she’s skeptical. I overheard her talking about the deer Vernon forgot to bury last week too”

“are you going to compel her to stop?”

he shakes his head, “no, she’s been so adamant, it’ll be too suspicious if she suddenly stops caring”

“what are we going to do?”

he shrugs and gives a reassuring smile, “I’ll figure it out”

later that evening, he finds himself at a council member’s dinner party

the amount of dinner parties Joshua has been to is astonishing, it really felt like they had nothing better to do with their lives

so in his dress shirt and slacks, he greets everyone with a shake of the hand or a polite hug

secretly wanting to just down ten glasses of champagne because that’s how utterly unlikable the council members are

managing to escape, he finds himself in one of the many hallways of the mansion and spots a lone figure

Joshua watches as you examine the picture frames in close detail, as if you were looking as to see what color shoes each person was wearing

slowly, he takes light steps towards you, standing behind to take a look at the frames himself

you feel a strange sensation, like that unexplainable feeling that you’re being watched

so you turn your head

“Jesus fuck!”

you stumble a couple steps away from him

how could you not even hear his footsteps

despite your loud exclamation, he remains cool and only smirks

“saying God’s name in vain?” he shakes his head mockingly

you huff, gathering your composure, “I wouldn’t be if you weren’t being so creepy”

seeing him simply shrug and turn back to the frames, you scowl

“who even cares about that anyways,” you mutter under your breath

“never said I did,” he smiles at you calmly

a very unmannerly snort rises from you, “geez you just keep getting creepier and creepier”

he chuckles, “Joshua Hong, nice you meet you. you can call me Josh.”

how he hasn’t been the slightest put off by your unfriendliness, you don’t know

“Y/N L/N”

for the first time, you take him in, finally noticing how insanely handsome he is

in fact, he seems perfect

seeing as you let a little bit of your guard down, Joshua asks, “so tell me about the pictures”

“if you really want to know, Joshua“ you tease, emphasizing the ‘ua’, “this is my family”

he looks at your impassive expression, noticing the way your tone becomes lifeless when you talk about them

“this is your house?”

you smile bitterly, “yeah, it’s nice right?”

shaking his head he exhales, “I don’t know seems kind of lonely”

you eye him with a look of surprise and he laughs

“I live with twelve other guys and I think that’s the only way you could fill a house like this”

seeing you crack a smile, he grins triumphantly

“twelve guys? that’s an odd arrangement”

“it works”

lifting his finger, Joshua points to one of the pictures, “where’s this at?”

“the woods just outside of town, that’s my family and the major’s family camping, we go every year”

finally getting to what he came here for, Joshua says, “you guys probably heard of all the animal deaths in the forest then huh”

you sigh dramatically, “not you too, seems like the whole council is obsessed with it these days”

“oh?”

oh fuck

the chances of this town knowing about vampire seems very high

in a town where a couple families have been in control since forever, those families passed down the secrets

he’d have to ask Wonwoo for more history

“I can’t believe my parents are making me join the council, I don’t know what about turning twenty-one suddenly allows me to handle city politics”

he makes a note of that and chuckles, “mmm yeah, seems more like a clubbing night instead of an inauguration”

you reach and nudge his arm naturally, “that’s what i’m saying!”

“another thing also,” Joshua raises his brows amused and tilts his head towards the champagne glass in your hand

“what are you a saint,” you can’t help but smile, “okay holy one, take it from me”

he almost bursts into laughter at the irony

simply just clinking your glass with his, his eyes sparkle with a playful gleam, “cheers”

after getting your number, which you will never admit you happily gave him, you both start to talk

from daily conversations simply about each others day

to both of you dying when the conversation leads somewhere completely random

you honestly just think, like wow, when has your adult dating life ever been this successful

but Joshua, when he first found out about you and your family, his only thought was how useful the information you had could be

though he’s being honest with himself, you had him since that dinner party

not head over heels compulsion type of attraction

just your tough snarky demeanor, no doubt because of the way you were raised

and the way it fell into a giggly mess meshed with sarcastic comebacks as if you weren’t just laughing your head off

and even if you pretend to be cold-hearted sometimes, you’re the first one to give someone directions or to pick up their fallen papers

“clearly you like her” Jeonghan laughs, entertained by his close friend’s struggle

“I know that much” he chortles, “Y/n likes me too”

“and you haven’t made a move because? there’s only so many coffee runs and choir practices you guys can use as an excuse”

Joshua stares into the moon from his spot on the rooftop, realizing it must’ve past midnight by now

“today is Y/n’s birthday, they’re going to tell her today”

“well didn’t she invite you to her dinner party?”

his lips twitch remembering you ranting about it to him, complaining about the formalities of it all, how you really didn’t want all the council members and their snotty kids, no matter how cute, at your twenty-first birthday

you had reached over and tapped his arm, letting your hand graze against him, “looks like it’s your job to make it worthwhile”

arriving at your mansion, he’s dressed in his best suit and clutching a bouquet of flowers

he can smell your distinct perfume getting closer and closer to the door and smiles softly when you pause in front for a few moments

you’re feeling just as nervous as he is

“Josh” you greet, finally taken to calling him by his nickname

“you look lovely” he says warmly

he reaches for your hand, bringing it up his lips tenderly and presses a kiss

eyes never leaving his, you breathe deeply

“old-fashioned” you mumble, hoping your twenty-one year old self isn’t seriously blushing right now

“i prefer romantic but you’re the birthday girl”

you glare at him playfully, “hey only i’m allowed to be cheeky today”

he lets you lead him around the house, pointing out all the elaborate decorations your parents had set up

he really tries his best to pay attention, but the entire time all he can focus on is how he’s going to break the news of being a vampire to you

for a moment he even thought he could hear his heartbeat but stupid, his heart doesn’t beat

you ended up giving him a tour of the entire house with the pool as your last stop

grabbing his hand, successfully sending sparks up his arm, you lead him outside

he doesn’t let go

“at least the weather is pretty today” you hum, purposely not talking about your hand in his

“looks like the guests are starting to come”

you both can hear the sound of guests chattering and expensive cars beeping

“just let me be alone with someone a like for a moment”

before he can show you any type of reaction you let out a tiny giggle, and use your intertwined hands to tug him closer to you

“do you like me too?” your eyes hold a teasing glint, already knowing the answer

“yes, i do like you” Joshua says firmly

you become serious at his sincere and determined expression

“so what have we been waiting for?”

Joshua sighs, unknowingly gripping your hand tighter

“I feel like I should tell you something first, and if it doesn’t work, I need you to forget it”

“okay”

there were other ways where this could’ve gone smoother, but this information never is smooth anyways

“I’m a vampire”

he watches you cautiously, hoping he wouldn’t have to compel you to forget, because that would really mess with his heart

your serious expression falls into a blank one and he almost isn’t sure that it’s you gripping his hand tighter or the other way around

you let out a shaky laugh, “since when were you so dramatic”

“what-”

you cut him off, “that was a bit easier to process than i thought”

“than you thought?“ he questions incredulously

“Josh, I found out about vampires when I was 16. I was a pretty sneaky teen so do you know how funny it was for me to pretend this was new information this morning to my parents?” you grin mischievously, ignoring his dumbfounded expression

“so what about me?”

“you Joshua Hong,” you tap him on the nose, “aren’t as subtle as you think, I’m just smarter than you I guess”

recovering from his surprise he smirks, “all this time, I was worried about you feeling betrayed, but now I do”

he pulls you closer, letting the hand not holding yours fall on your waist

you roll your eyes and stare up at him, realizing how utterly smitten you are with him

“just kiss me already, and please no fangs”

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kpopreactionstoruinyourlife · 6 years

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Song Girl - Part 22 - Sungjin Fan Fiction

Song Girl Masterlist

Part 22 - January 2015

Summary: Sungjin’s birthday, only Ella doesn’t have such a great gift for him.

This was where she wanted to be - at the dorm, having fun, Sungjin’s hand on her hip as he leaned in to whisper in her ear over the sound of the music, Jae and everyone with big smiles - where everyone was wonderful and happy. But she couldn’t make herself be present.

She only had a few months left when she could be this happy, be with them, and yet she wasn’t able to be there. She wasn’t sleeping, she was barely breathing. She was slipping away and the person she needed to be her anchor was all too often the trigger for her floating away. The only other person who had been her anchor was halfway around the world with a fourteen hour time difference between them.

“Ella?” Sungjin said, possibly for the second time but she hadn’t registered the first. Her throat closed and her breathing ran shallow while tears tugged at the back of her eyes.

She willed herself not to cry. It was his birthday - there’d be so many days she was free to ruin but this wasn’t one she was about to let get blasted to bit with her breakdown.

“Sorry, don’t hate me but I promise Angela and Amanda I’d call them about the wedding...Give me ten minutes?” She said, marveling that she managed to get the words out without wailing or whimpering. He stared at her.

“Yeah, remember your coat if you’re going outside.” He said and his hand was no longer on her hip. She couldn’t predict how cold that would make her feel.

“Thank you, I’m sorry.” She said as she slipped out, grabbing her coat on her way.

“You really should be trying to find a therapist over there.” Amanda said when she picked up. Ella sniffled and wiped her nose before she spoke.

“Psychology isn’t that big here yet, you know that.” Ella said, pacing on the sidewalk.

“I know, what’s up?”

“I can’t...I can’t be present and I can’t enjoy this. I can’t be in the moment and be happy because I know it’s ending. I feel like Atlas holding up the sky.”

“Are you re-reading Percy Jackson?”

“No, what? Weird. But I almost feel like I’m dissociating or my consciousness is somewhere else, maybe off being depressed while I’m just going through the motions...I need to check back in. There’s no point of being here if I can’t be happy while I am, for the time I have left.”

“If I was there, I would slap you.”

“I probably need it.”

“Yes, what if he spanked you?”

“Pretty sure he would just say that’s demeaning toward women.”

“How vanilla and cautious is he?”

“That is not the aim of this discussion.”

“Right, well. You’re not dissociating because you’re aware of it. Depression is more compelling.”

“Fantastic.” Ella said sarcastically.

“I’m pretty sure this is the way that is because you haven’t told them so you feel like this is all on you, all the weight of the world is on your shoulders.”

“I usually feel that way about something, with my anxiety being the way that is.”

“Yes but this is something you can do something about. Tell him. Share your burdens with your boyfriend. I have been told that’s what they’re there for.”

“I can’t! Today is his birthday and next month is Valentine’s Day then White Day and a week after that is our 500 day anniversary.”

“Pick a time before you make the poor guy drive you to the airport without telling him. He deserves to know.”

“If I tell him, it becomes real.” Ella whispered after a moment spent wiping the tears that had fallen, burning with cold in the freezing air on her skin.

“It is real. Ella, I know you are a romantic, and while you are usually smart and sensible, you’ve never been that way with guys, except Sungjin, until now...But you need to be smart about this. You have a brilliant brain, let it work. You can figure out something.” Amanda said and Ella sighed, turning to continue her pacing.

“I don’t want this to happen.” Ella said and Amanda groaned, loud and fed up.

“I love you but you need to do this, you need to come back to the US, get your masters and get your PhD and kick ass. He wants that for you, too.”

“I’ll tell him when I get official word and the notice of when I am to move out and fly back.” Ella said and Amanda exhaled, relieved.

“Now go back to his party, love you.” Amanda said.

“Love you,” Ella replied and hung up.

She still had a few days, a few weeks, when she could be in denial, rejecting the inevitable.

“Hey,” Sungjin said with a big smile when she returned to his side. She returned the grin but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“One year older and more handsome.” She whispered just so he could hear.

“I am lucky.” He replied.

It was easier to have a more genuine smile at that. He still made her happy. It was that happiness, knowing it had an expiration date, that made her sad.

After the party wound down, they headed to her apartment.

“Sungjin,” Ella whispered they stopped in her entry.

“I know something has been going on with you.” Sungjin said abruptly as he flicked the lights on. His eyes were dark, a warmth she’d taken shelter in before, gone.

“It’s not something you-” She started but the look in his eyes silenced her.

He was angry, a boiling frustration - an utterly foreign expression on his face with her.

“I knew something has been up for months...And I was waiting for you to tell me about it but you haven’t. You haven’t told me about it.”

His voice was even, a measured fury in it.

More tears sprung in her eyes.

“And it’s not like you’ve ever relied on me!”

He wasn’t yelling, he had to preserve his voice but that made it worse.

“I don’t like being dependent!” Ella blurted desperately.

“You’re fine with being dependent, with Angela, Amanda, your family, Ryan, everyone but me! You even rely on Brian and Jae more than you do me!” He spat the words at her. The words were meant to land on her like punches.

He’d felt cast aside, kept from knowing her darker parts, kept from helping her, kept from being what he wanted to be. She’d been rejected him for months, rejected how he could help her, repeatedly.

“That’s for work and school! You’re not studying psychology, and you can’t speak fluent English, why would you expect me to go for you with help for that?” She said and he groaned.

“It’s not just that! When I was talking to Amanda about DC, she mentioned you have anxiety, when were you going to tell me that?”

“For the love of god, I got that diagnosis in elementary school! I have ADHD too, inactive because I’m female but that’s besides the point. Want me to tell you my mental health history? Fine! When I was younger, the anxiety manifested as hypochondria. Later it was about school, then about people, then about the fate the world, which was the worst. If I am busy, or have productive things to focus on, the anxiety is better. Hell, sex helps, too. Sometimes it means I have an anxiety attack when it manifests as physical symptoms. I have a rumination tendency. Sometimes I have trouble sleeping, especially with staying asleep. And yes, more recently, the symptoms have been getting worse, happy?”

“Tell me why it’s been getting worse.” He said, his voice cold and cutting.

Tired, so very tired, she sunk into a chair.

“It’s not the right time.” She whispered, tears dropping onto her clothes.

“...You don’t want to break up with me on my birthday.” He said in a low voice.

“What?” She said as her head snapped up.

“If it’s something you don’t want to tell me, it has to be about me. Since it seems to be bad news, leads me to think you want to break up with me.” He said and she shook her head vehemently.

“That is not it!” She said as she stood.

Defeat, exhaustion filled his eyes. Tears were welled in them.

“You want the truth?” She whispered, lifting a hand to his cheek.

“You don’t want to break up with me?” He asked and she shook her head.

“I don’t want to leave you, at all. I love you, so much.”

“Ok, then tell me the truth.”

“I don’t want to ruin your birthday.” She whispered, her fingers sliding over her cheeks.

“If it’s something that is making your anxiety flare up, and something that affects me, I want to know.”

“...My research team, and I, will be back in the United States by the end of the year, likely before the academic year begins - I’m supposed to be in the US before the end of August.”

“Oh….” His eyes were still tired.

“Telling you on your birthday seemed like such a bad time to tell you and then we don’t have official word about when I would be going back to the US and until I had that, I didn’t think it was necessary to tell you and I didn’t want to be faced with the reality that I’m leaving. I don’t want to leave you.”

“...Eight months.” He murmured as her hands found her hips.

“I want to come back, or stay. Right now, it looks like I’ll go back for an academic year, complete, defend, and earn my masters and enter into a PhD program that should allow me to return for research.”

“You wanted to shield me from the truth.” He whispered, twisting his fingers in the ends of her hair.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered.

He shut his eyes and drew in a long breath.

“We should make the most of it.” He finally replied.

“I love you, so much.”

“I love you, El.” He replied before he kissed her forehead, cheek, nose, and lips.

Despite their tiredness, they still fell together, easily, smoothly, as if it was all they were meant to do.

Today, I can still hold her, feel her, love her, have her...Today, now, is what matters.

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the-literary-witch-blog · 7 years

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Trick fanfic: “Letters”

Ever since reading Dare I’ve been inspired to write something new, with complete respect to the main characters Flare and Jeryn its not about them though they do make a quick appearance lol I love them don’t get me wrong but Poet and Briars extended cameo and peek into their life several years after the events of Trick gave me all the feels! I can never seem to get enough of these two, their love story is just so romantic and inspiring I just can’t let it go! So once again here is a quick one shot from me of their life together in the Autumn kingdom. I’m an amateur writer and I do all my own proof reading and editing so forgive me if its not perfect grammatically. Natalia if you read this thanks again for creating these characters and inspiring people like me with their story, I apologize if i misrepresent them in anyway.

It all started with the notes, his longing for her made clear with just a few words “I need to see you” or “I can’t stop thinking of you”, followed by a suggested place and time to meet that he scrawled hurriedly on to scraps of paper and then trusted to a faithful little ferret to deliver across the expanse of the spring palace. Her answers returned just as quickly, “I’ll be there” and “I’m counting the hours”.

These days however there was no need for secrets, in their autumn home they could hold hands in the hall without fear of someone seeing, take long walks and picnics in the orchard at sunset, and linger sweetly in a bed they shared. Still the notes never stopped, because life didn’t either, between the hectic routine of royal duties, performance training and parenting there was still so much their hearts wanted to say, and so those notes evolved into whole letters

Sometimes just a page that he had taken the time to write during breaks to catch his breath while practicing his acrobatics, other times whole pages that took a week to compose. Always she would find them hidden in places only she was sure to come across, such as under her pillow, in her desk drawer, or in the pocket of a gown. Poet, always the wordsmith never failed to perfectly express his love for her or to describe in detail his less than innocent fantasies which left Briar breathless and flushed. When she found time to write him in return she never felt like hers quite measured up to the beautiful and lyrical words He gifted her with, that was until one day - just a couple of years in to their life together in Mista - when she secretly watched from behind a corner as he found and read her most recent reply. His neutral expression lighting up instantly at the sight of fresh pages waiting to be devoured, she watched as his eyes roamed over her vows, and endearments, promises, and confessions that were just for him, he sighed almost dreamily and broke out in a boyish grin, not his usual devilish smirk but a genuine love sick smile that threatened to split his face, Briar knew it well for it was a reflection of her own. After that she never questioned the affect her letters had on him or what they meant to him again.

Time moved on, changes both happy and sad came to pass, Nicu grew and grew but his heart always remained a size larger than he was, with joy they welcomed children of their own, held each other in grief when their mothers left this world and ruled side by side with compassion and wisdom for many years. Yes, time changed many things, but not the way they felt about each other. Even as the decades passed and wrinkles were etched into their skin and their hair turned grey their passion and devotion only grew stronger.

Then came a change no one could have predicted so suddenly and that no one was ready for. One night In his 85th year Poet fell asleep beside his love and he never woke up again...

People from across the four kingdoms came far and wide to offer their support and condolences to Briar and to witness him laid to rest. The royals and nobels of the past who had scorned them were long gone, those who attended were loyal friends, subjects, and admirers from Poet’s performance days as a Jester. Among them were King Jeryn of Winter and his wife Flare, no two faces were more a welcome sight to Briar. Jeryn had kindly offered to have Poet’s body examined to determine his sudden death, promising he would be treated with the utmost care but Briar had firmly declined, “I don’t want him picked apart like that, knowing the why wont bring him back”.

When it was all said and done, when the eulogies had all been spoken, when the feasts were over and the guests had all departed and her children and grandchildren had all been kissed and consoled one final time for the night, Briar retired to her chambers where she could no longer maintain the careful composer and strength of a Queen and mother and sank to the bed with sobs wracking her chest. She couldn’t take the damn silence or the emptiness of the room, every where she looked was the evidence of his life and yet they now became the painful reminders of his absence. She had been asking herself the same questions over and over since waking up to his still form days ago, what now? What would the remainder of her days be like without his presence? without his smile and laughter? Without his touch or his kiss? Exhausted, she fell asleep were she lay on his side of the bed inhaling his scent and willing it not to fade.

When morning came she declined her ladies and maids attempts to assist her in dressing for the day, all of her usual royal duties were either on hold or had been given to trusted advisors for the time being. Soon she would need to seek out Nicu and make sure he was well, despite his advanced physical age and the progress he had made over the years with the right care Nicu’s mind remained childlike in many ways as they had known it would, and because of this he was having a difficult time grasping the loss of his father. Briar thanked the seasons for her loving and patient daughters who had been there for their brother now that he needed them most and when Briar herself couldn’t always be at his side these last few days, they had made an impossible situation more bearable. For now she pulled herself from the bed, her tired muscles and aged bones groaning in protest. After shrugging off last nights gown and grabbing a robe to cover her chemise she wandered aimlessly around the large room, glancing from the side table where he had left some of his signature ribbons, to a lonely pair of boots on the floor. Eventually her eye’s could no longer avoid gravitating to the large portrait above the fireplace, a portrait her mother had had commissioned of the two of them shortly after they had moved into the castle as a couple and a family, other portraits had been commissioned over the years, portraits they had miraculously gotten Nicu to sit for and portraits to mark birthdays and anniversaries but this one, the first one, had remained most special. What made it so was the way in which they had chosen to pose for it, instead of facing the artist they faced each other, hands clasped and eyes gazing sweetly. The artist had truly been the best in the Four Kingdoms for In that one shared look he had captured everything they had been saying without words. Briar choked on a sob, they had been so young, where had the years gone? she wondered. How could their life together already be over? Desperate for air and unable to stand the confines of the room a second a longer Briar turned from the the fireplace and opened the doors to the private balcony where she stepped out and clung to the stone railing for support, thankfully the open lawn below was empty. It took her several moments but eventually she was able to wipe her eyes and the ache in her chest subsided.. at least for the time being. How many more moments like this would she have to endure before missing him became any easier? She couldn’t imagine it ever would. Slowly she sought out her usual chair and sank in to it only to be startled by the sound of crinkling paper. Confused, Briar lifted the edge of the cushion and pulled out a wrinkled but otherwise unharmed folded piece of paper toped off with a red satin ribbon. Briar brought her hand to her lips in shock, for she knew instantly what it was and who had put it there. Carefully so as not to untie the ribbon she gently slipped it off, unfolded the pages and began to read...

Sweeting

As I write this you are currently dozing in the chair beside me, the picture of serenity and beauty. Our grandchildren are playing in the lawn below, their laughter more lovely than any musical composition could ever be. It is in perfect moments like these that I am most compelled to write my feelings down and share them with you my love. In my eighty odd years I have known more joy than I ever believed was possible to experience in one lifetime. It is to you that I have to thank for most of this. When I was young I use to be convinced that if I just trained hard enough and accomplished my dream of becoming a renowned performer and Jester that I would have everything my heart desired. And then Nicu came in to my life and I began to realize that true happiness comes from living for more than just yourself, he was my everything and I didn’t even think to wish for more, as it turned out I am apparently fates favorite fool, for more of course came in the form of you my lovely thorn, You so unexpected so surprising and yet my whole heart made room as if it had been waiting for you all along. I’ll never forget those weeks we spent in the spring castle giving in to our desires, falling in love and then the pain of our falling out, thankfully coming back together in the end. The journey since then hasn’t been without its trials, but I wouldn’t have missed a moment of it. Many (as we knew they would) despised the love we shared and expected us to fail in every way, and in every way we have defied their expectations. What they saw as fleeting infatuation has stood the test of time, our example has given others the courage to fight for love should it be found with someone of a different station. Moreover we’ve been blessed with three spectacular children and then gifted further by the birth of their children, and most importantly through our efforts and the efforts of friends we have witnessed extraordinary change in the treatment of born fools. What more could we possibly achieve out of life? I once told you that we were a tale for campfires, Nay my love we are a tale for the history books, when our lives come to an end and centuries pass they will still be telling the story of how the love between a Princess and a court Jester changed the face of the world, to be able to leave behind such a legacy with you is more than this peasant boy could have ever dreamed of. You are stirring in your sleep now and twill ruin the fun of a new letter if I am caught before I can hide it!

until next time princess, Poet

Fresh tears fell and stained the bottom of the page, these however were tears not of grief but delight at having been gifted this final message from her love. It was as if Poet were speaking to her from beyond the next life, reminding her of all she had been blessed with and all she still had to live for. Briar reread the letter several times, each time helping to lift a little more of her sadness before clutching it to her chest. For Briar the moment of Poet’s death had eclipsed everything else, instead of reflecting on precious memories and being thankful for the time they’d had she couldn’t help but feel bitter. And while this final letter from him couldn’t magically heal her broken heart his words took root inside of the cracked places and gave her strength. “he wouldn’t like to see me looking so defeated” she thought. “there is still life to live and work to be done”. Briar carefully refolded the pages and replaced the scarlet ribbon before retreating back inside to pull a large dress box from under the bed, the same box she used to hold all his letters, she placed it gently on top of all the others, and tired not to think of it as the last she would ever receive. Instead she began to speak aloud...

“you’re right Poet, true happiness comes from living for more than just yourself, and so I will continue to live for you, our family, and everything we’ve stood for so that when I follow you into the next life I can leave with no regrets just as you did, until next time Jester”

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Say Goodbye~

I recently got into the Antisepticeye frenzy and really enjoying the events that happen. I am a Jacksepticeye fan, really love his energy... yes, I know. A fan that had no idea about Anti until like... two weeks ago? Yeah. I rotate between YouTubers a lot, so chances are I missed videos on him so I’mma go do that after I post some stuff.

But I digress. I have posted these four things on my deviantart and my archiveofmyown account and my wattpad. But figured I ought to post the stuff here too.

Anyway, enjoy this! This is a novelization based on the Say Goodbye video Jacksepticeye and Robin had done together. I really loved it and wanted to practice writing with it, so... here you go!

And yeah... its pretty LONG fic... I apologize for that. I just don’t know where to cut it to make it look good.

Ah, Halloween~

A wondrous time of the year, the chill of the autumn air… the beautiful display of the vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows of the leaves. Children and adults alike psyched about putting on their costumes for their candy hunting and parties respectively. Nothing was better than that. Well… except there was something about Halloween a certain someone loved doing each year.

Jack huffed a little as he shoved the table into place in his room, the white board on his door happily displaying 'Happy Halloween' on it. He grinned to himself as he continued to go about his business in getting his setup done for the upcoming video. Once the recording equipment was set, he turned his attention to the black table he dragged into the room and set that up. He strung up the orange lights on it and placing a few candles, for that touch of Halloween spirit. The YouTuber was giddy about doing this video as he placed what he needed on the table's surface.

Two knives

A ladle… or as he called lazily called it the spoon.

And… a large pumpkin.

That's right. He was going to do another pumpkin carving video. What? He loved doing it, it was fun for him and he was sure his viewers loved it too. When he was sure he had everything, the Irish YouTuber made a final check on his recording equipment, doing a test recording of him doing some silly faces and firing jokes at the table, to be sure it was recording properly and the audio was fine.

The set up was working perfectly.

The Irishman gave a wide smile, again happy to do a tradition with his viewers for this year. Hitting the key to start recording for the video, he quickly sat at the table and did his intro, grinning at the camera.

Jack opened up doing an air high-five. “Top of the morning to ya laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye and welcome back to carving pumpkins!” He greeted in his usual way, lifting the pumpkin at the mention of carving. He placed it back down, his bright smile never fading. “We did one of these last year, and I think its a cool tradition to just do a carving pumpkin video every year.”

He threw his arms up and outward in celebration.

“So welcome back! Happy birthday! Happy Halloween… birthday to the pumpkins.” He chuckled, placing his hands on the pumpkin, happiness just radiating off of him. “I got a bigger pumpkin this time. Last year, I used a really really tiny one to get my desired look… and I have no idea what to carve into this…yet.”

He drummed his fingers on the pumpkin's surface as he thought carefully. “I'm going to try to think up of something really cool...” The YouTuber scrunched up his face a bit, knowing his limits. “But, it'll probably just be a simplistic design...again.”

Jack went on, explaining a little of why he was carving a pumpkin in a different location in his house. It was really simple… the sound quality sucked downstairs and he wasn't looking forward to a repeat performance on that notion. And mentioning he loved seasonal videos. “Okay then, I need a...” He looked around his table, knowing he had forgotten something that was just as important as the knives and spoon for carving. What was it..?

A marker.

'Oh duh~' Jack thought to himself as he spotted the marker on the floor by the door. “...marker.” He got up briefly to retrieve the item and return to his chair. “Because I forgot I need to draw a face on this little duder.” Then he paused and looked at the camera in surprise, remembering something else. “Oh! Happy Halloween by the way! ...Did I say that at the start?”

He quirked his mouth in thought, but couldn't recall if he did. He had terrible memory. “Probably. Okay...” He shrugged it off, figuring he'll find out when it came to editing the video later.

Jack tilted the pumpkin to begin drawing a face to carve, tilting his own head to the side a little as he tried to think of one. And after a couple of attempts (that he'll have to edit out later), he mumbled as he scribbled yet again on the orange object. “I'm trying to draw a different type of design...” He glanced at the camera, “'Cuz I always go for the stereotypical,” He lifted the marker and waved it about as if to draw it in the air, “gnashing teeth kinda thing.”

He paused as he eyed the pumpkin's face that he drew, thanking god he didn't have it facing the camera yet. “This is probably bad already.” The pumpkin stared back up at him with its goofy, scribbled on expression. Jack stared at it for a few more seconds, 'Yeah… that's bad.' “I need something to wipe this off.” He recapped the marker and got up from his chair again, chuckling to himself. “Damnit, I'm so unprepared!”

It didn't take long to find what he needed. Returning to his room and was wiping the marker ink off the pumpkin when the spoon began to rattle on the surface of the table. Jack had ignored it in favor of finishing his clean up when it shook harder from the movement the YouTuber was making. He rolled his eyes at the noise and in seeing that the ink was cleaned off, he looked at the spoon. “Okay, Mr. Spoon, you're going to go on the floor because you're making a lot of noise.” He chuckled as he took the spoon and placed it on the carpet, along with the wipe he was using.

Jack continued his attempts at drawing the face, holding a one way conversation with his viewers. It was one of the things he enjoyed doing as he recorded… well… anything. He liked having that connection with his fans, feeling that he truly was talking to them as he commented on making the pumpkin's eyes bigger and showing it off. The pumpkin staring at the camera with large, wide eyes. Simple, yet fitting.

Smiling to himself, he went on in drawing the mouth for the face, again holding a conversation as he did so. When he was finished, he tilted his head one way then another, admiring his work before being satisfied and showed it off to the camera.

The pumpkin proudly displaying its smile to the world.

Jack giggled, having fun with the whole thing before remembering the mess that will be made when doing the carving. “Also,” 'Shit.' he thought to himself before spotting the bright green trash bag that he had brought up earlier. 'How the hell did I forget that?' “you need a bag to put all your shit into!” He called out as he stooped to the floor and scooped up the trash bag, bringing it up to show the camera. Before raising a brow at the lens, wagging a finger at his fans that would later see the video. “No, don't throw yourself in there. I know you think you're a piece of shit, but you're not! You're beautiful!”

Jack lifted the two knives he brought to use for the carving, introducing them as 'Biggie' and 'Smallie'. And reciting a quote of “That's not a knife… THIS is a knife.” He placed the smaller blade away as he looked at the top of the pumpkin, “I'm going to… oh god...” The Irish YouTuber looked nervous as he studied the object in question, hoping those that would watch the video would be careful with the knives and that the younger viewers would have adult supervision when carving. “This gonna get dangerous.”

'Okay then… enough stalling, time to do this carving.' Jack thought to himself as he readied the bigger knife, poised to push into the spot on the fruit he was aiming for. A slight glitch effect shimmered in the video feed….

“So right, what you're gonna-”

Suddenly, a strange distorted laugh echoed into his room, cutting him off mid-sentence...

Jack froze, startled by the alien sound. He never heard that before... 'That's not normal. No, shit its not. If it WAS I wouldn't be freaked out right now.'

Suspicious and a bit frightened, Jack wisely placed the knife on the table. “What the fuck was that?” he whispered to himself, straining his ears in attempt to catch any other strange noise and think about of what it could be. Nothing came to mind. It didn't take long for curiosity to get the better of him as he got up and made his way carefully to a door that was off screen.

During that whole time his attention was away from the camera, the video feed distorted again...

Jack opened the door and poked his head out of his room, “Hello?” he called out, wondering if it was someone at his door, pulling a Halloween prank. 'Has to be one hell of a good prankster to pull off that laugh and not be around to be seen.. right? Right.'

As the Irishman was busy with the door to the hallway…

The video feed glitched again, tainted in green with slight static…

And for a few seconds, a mirror image of Jack's face glitched into view from the upper right hand corner of the video screen, giving a twisted smile at the camera.

The face vanished as Jack looked around the hall again before shrugging the noise off and headed back inside his room. “That was we-ird…” he drawled a little as he sat back down. He was going to have to edit that out, he didn't need to creep his viewers out. They'll get that when it comes to horror games he'll be playing. He kept his voice low as he thought about it, “What was that?”

'Creepy fucking sounds, that's what but let's get back into the video here. The pumpkin won't be carving itself, y'know.' He turned to look at the bigger knife and reached for it, feeling slightly compelled to check the sharpness of the blade. Inwardly, he tilted his head in confusion. 'Odd, why would I..?' The strange compulsion vanished as soon as he did check Biggie for sharpness, satisfied with it. Why did he need to check for..?

The big pumpkin sat innocently on the table, awaiting to be sliced up. Jack blinked at it, before remembering what he was doing. 'Ah… right, forgot. I mean I am going to be carving a pumpkin. You can't do that with a dull blade.'

Satisfied with his logic, Jack pushed the brief incident with the weird sound out of his mind. He was going to be editing out his hesitation later. But for now… back to carving! He picked up where he left off, positioning the knife to his earlier spot. “What you gonna wanna do is cut in a little-” Jack paused as he realized he was going to be cutting into a pumpkin's head. A little roleplay never hurt anyone, right? Right.

“I'm sorry buddy… I'm gonna have to give you a name. Um...” The Irishman looked at the camera, puzzled as he thought quickly to come up with one, “Gerald. I'm sorry Gerald, I'm gonna have to cut into your head.”

After the naming, Jack wiggled the knife slowly to pierce Gerald's skin, struggling a bit with the thickness of the pumpkin's flesh. “I've never used a pumpkin of this size before either so-” The knife sank deep with a soft squelch and pumpkin juice flowed out. “Oh god, all the juices...” Jack flinched as he forced the blade to sink deeper. “All the juices...” he murmured with a wince.

Getting the knife as far as it could go, the YouTuber now struggled to get knife out, Gerald's flesh refusing to give it up easily. Again, he wiggled it out, surprising himself as the blade popped out of the pumpkin, “Mother of god… This is very dangerous.” He was reminded that this, while fun, was dangerous if the viewers were using knives like he was. Still, he smiled and held the blade out for the camera to see as he gave a disclaimer. “Do not use sharp objects at home like this, if you're not a qualified professional!”

He paused himself, blinking at what he said as he went about on puncturing cuts into the top of Gerald's head. “Then technically, I shouldn't be doing this either...” Jack chuckled to himself as he continued the carving. “But just be very careful when you're doing this shit. Because things can go very wrong-”

The video feed distorted again, showing a brief and odd image of a red tinted Jack with his back turned to the camera, touching the white board on the door. It vanished just as quickly as it came, and for a flicker of a second, the white board's 'Happy Halloween' sign was scrubbed out but the glitch faded and the white board's sign was shown as perfectly fine.

“-very easily.” Jack's comment didn't stop and he didn't notice anything wrong, too busy with Gerald. He stood now, still struggling to cut around the top of the pumpkin. “I got up because I needed to leverage myself… It was getting very hard to dig into this dude while sitting down.” He grunted as he pierced another cut into the fruit, still struggling to get through the thick flesh. 'Why do the big pumpkins have to be so damn hard to carve?'

For a moment he scowled at the orange item that still gave its goofy grin to the camera. “Why didn't I go for the smaller pumpkins!?” He grunted again then mumbled something as he wiggled the knife free once more, “You're a big one Gerald but Jesus I love you!” He slapped the top of Gerald's head, both in a joking manner and of course… frustration of cutting into it. He glanced at the camera and smiled, wagging his finger at the lens, “Slap your pumpkins. I told you before that slapping your pumpkins is always a good idea. It gets them motivated! Gets them ready-”

Another distortion in the video feed… Again tinted in green, the white board's message smeared… Jack… was slumped backwards on his chair, head tilted back and…a bloody slit across his throat? Gerald the pumpkin grinned at the camera, almost mockingly so. It was already completely carved... a smear of blood above its eye…

The image flickered out faster than the previous ones, lasting less than a second…

“-to be chopped up into bits.”

Again, Jack didn't notice a thing…

After another few minutes of struggling to cut all the way around the top, he'd have to edit that boring portion of him doing so; Jack was finally able to get the top open with a resounding pop!. 'Good God finally!' He gave an excited cheer as it popped off, reaching to make sure it didn't fall into the inside of the fruit. The Irish YouTuber then played around with it, making a show of showing Gerald's 'brains' to the camera and pretending to try to bite it like a zombie.

Though he quickly recoiled once the smell hit his noise, making him gag at it. 'Holy hell, that smell could knock the green out of my hair… Why do pumpkins smell so nasty?' Then spent a few minutes shearing off the 'brains' to dump into the trash bag he had waiting. He also joked with Gerald, asking him if he was okay of removing the brains and to blink once and twice for yes… which Gerald did neither. “I did not think that through...” 'Fuck you too, Gerald. Fuck you too.'

But after a few minutes, Jack felt a wave of discomfort and sat there with a sick look on his face. It felt like a headache… but not quite. It wasn't painful but just… off. He figured it was the smell of the pumpkin. “Ugh, the smell of this isn't making me feel well...”

Another distortion. A glitch shimmer before freezing the video feed for a few brief moments…

Before Jack could say more on how he was feeling, (clueless to what was going on with the recording) he felt something else that surprised him. A warm liquid slowly ran down from his nose…

The freezing distortion stopped in time to catch Jack, looking confused at the warm liquid before touching a few of his fingers to the liquid above his lip. 'Please tell me, I'm not leaking boogers all over my face.' He looked at his fingertips and jolted a little, seeing them smeared with blood. 'What the hell?!'

He quickly pressed them back to his nose in hopes of stopping the flow and checking to see if it wasn't getting worse, rightfully shocked by what was happening. “Oh my god… what the fuck?” Jack yelped, practically jumping to his feet to get some tissues. That right there was going to be edited out! No ifs, ands, or buts about it! No way in hell was he going to scare his younger viewers with that shit.

The Irish male quickly fled the room in hopes of stopping the bleeding. But as he paced in the other room with a tissue pressed to his face; another glitch took place.

The red tinted version of the YouTuber was sitting at the table, a neutral expression… almost distant look, was on his face. Like he wasn't quite aware of what he was doing. He just… sat there… staring at the camera. But was that blood on his neck? His image flickered the entire time… before it was then replaced but a green tinted Jack. Only… this one had that twisted smile on his face like before, his head was tilted forward a little and leered at the camera from the tops of his eyes. Like the previous one before him, his image flickered briefly before winking out completely.

Unbeknownst to what happened, Jack returned, clean faced, though he still touched at the space beneath his nose to be sure. “Oookay, just got a random nose bleed in the middle of that. I never get nosebleeds...” He said, still shocked and confused about it. 'That… is strange… was it from the headache?' He thought to himself, putting a smile on his face as he, again, made sure he wasn't bleeding. 'No… it shouldn't have been. The headache wasn't even painful. And sure as hell couldn't have been the smell of pumpkin… so why..?'

He really didn't want to dwell on that subject. The thought was brushed aside as Jack checked his nose, sniffing a little. Other than a slight scent of iron… he wasn't bleeding again. That was good. “It seemed to have stopped now. Jesus...” Though he laughed it off, hiding his insecurity with a smile. “What a coincidental time for that to happen on Halloween of all things.”

He'll think about what happened later, but for now he wanted to do this carving for the video. He already wasted enough time with all these delays. The Irishman owed his viewers that much at least, not like they'll see him nosebleed everywhere on the video. So back to carving he went, snatching up the spoon he left on the floor to scoop out the innards of Gerald. The YouTuber commented about scraping out the pulp and seeds. He switched to Biggie to help out clean the pumpkin out, whining a little about how he hated cleaning.

He did point out, amidst the cleaning, about how creepy the sounds were when the spoon scraped against the insides and seeds. He laughed and lifted Gerald, showing the insides to the camera for the viewers to see. “It looks even nastier!” 'Seriously, that is sick. Just… eeww~'

Pulp and seed slid a little in a garbled mess…

Another distortion… A shadowed version of the Irish male stood by the door, looking down at Jack with an unreadable expression. Then it vanished just as quickly as it appeared.

“Eeewwww~!” he laughed before reaching over to grab the garbage bag. He paused a little to rub at his eye, which strangely began to twitch for no real reason. “Now my eye is twitching, what the fuck?” 'This is familiar, though… this happened before… in one of my other videos. Meh, eye twitching happens to a lot of people. Right? Yeah, sure.'

The YouTuber was still giggling, having fun with the carving before looking at Gerald then the trash bag and finding a problem, still giggling the entire time. “How do I do this? I have to empty this out.” 'Good fucking game, Jack… you forgot how you were going to empty the pumpkin.' “I didn't think any of this through.” He snickered as he silently berated himself for forgetting THAT important step to pumpkin carving, but hey he was having fun! The Irishman shrugged off the problem as he maneuvered the bag to settle on his lap. “I can't get any of it on the floor here either because there's carpet.”

Jack then lifted Gerald to flip him over to dump the contents into the bag, making sure he didn't spill anything onto the floor. “Ooooh yeah~” He lifted his bright blue eyes to the a computer screen off camera to make sure it was still recording. What he was doing, as he shook the pumpkin to get most of the pulp and seeds out… looked rather… wrong. In a sexual sense. 'Welp if this isn't edited out I know damn well there's gonna be a rule 34 happening because of this moment. Ah, what the hell, let them have their fun a little.'

Another burst of giggles bubbled from him as he flicked his eyes to the camera. “Does that look good?” he joked, returning his attention to the pumpkin, checking once more that he didn't spill anything onto the carpet. “It looks like I'm fucking my own pumpkin.”

He made a mental note to add a “No!” and a close up of Gerald to that. It'd be pretty funny, wouldn't it? Jack continued the clean up, scraping out more of the pulp and seeds that remained clinging to the inside of Gerald and dumping the remains into the bag. He spoke to the pumpkin, asking if Gerald would be happy to be a part of him after making some pumpkin soup from the pulp he had collected. He spent another couple of minutes cleaning before he was finished.

“Well there! The pumpkin is-” Jack exclaimed, happy to finally be done with removing the insides.

Another distortion happened on the video feed, the laptop screen showing it briefly but the YouTuber did not look at it. The screen tinted green and showed static once more, the mirror image of the Irish male stood to his left, glaring down at him before reaching out to him. The image flickered away as the glitch effect got worse. For some reason, Jack was twitching on the computer screen (while the man himself was perfectly fine) as the glitch shimmered on the screen, focused solely on the YouTuber.

Even the audio feed distorted. "̸͜-̶͝į̵̷ş̶́ ̴͟à͢A̡̢͠-͜A̧a̧-͡a҉͡LL̸͜͜-͘"̀̀

And for a short moment, the mirror image was up close to the camera, his head tilted to the right and wore a dark smirk before vanishing.

“-all cleaned out!” Jack held up the pumpkin to show that Gerald's insides were removed completely. Though his eyes were focused on the laptop's screen, which showed him… nothing was wrong, everything was still running smoothly. “Well...” he peeked into the pumpkin. It was still a little messy. “I could do it a little bit more brushing up.” Fuck it, he'll do it later. He took whiff of the smell of pumpkin, “Mmm~! Smell that…” He scrunched up his face again. It still smelled nasty to him. 'I swear if I get another nosebleed again…' “Fucking gross.”

“But~ now that he's all clean out, its time to cut out your eyeball holes!” Jack said, speaking to Gerald the pumpkin and glanced to the smaller knife, Smallie. “So I'm gonna use the smaller knife for this because its more intricate.”

He began carving out the first eye, having another one way conversation with Gerald, joking about a hacksaw to the face then apologizing. He tended to get a little weird around sharp objects. Then at one point, he drifted his arm over the candles' heated air, burning him a little, causing him to yelp then giggle over it. He struggled a little more this time with the thicker skin and the smaller and thinner blade, making it difficult to turn it as he cut.

Finally, he was able to pop Gerald's eye out, which he then cleaned… only to realize how stupid it looked. The goal was to cut the eye out, not pop it back in. He flushed a little in embarrassment before tossing the 'eye' into the trash bag, commenting about how he should have used his brains. And that now he had about as much brains as the hollowed out Gerald the pumpkin did.

Jack moved on to the second eye… as was the first one, he struggled with the second eye. He growled and grunted as he sawed the smaller knife through the pumpkin's flesh.

“Stop resisting, Gerald!” Jack growled, working the knife to make the cuts, “It's time-”

"-̸̢͡t̢O͞ ̡̨͘d̵͡I̴E!͜"̴͡

The recording equipment picked up both the audio and video error. With his attention away from the laptop, the screen showed a quick glitch of Jack twitching madly; as the mic recorded his twisted growl. It was lightning quick but there and it was gone just as fast.

“Why did I name you Gerald?” The Irish YouTuber questioned, unaware of the distortions. “Where did that name come from? I should have called you Pete. Pete the pumpkin. But no, I like Gerald. It's cute, so cute.”

It took him a bit but Jack managed to get the second eye out. “Two eyes out.” He giggled, happy that the carving was going well so far. He took the section of cut out pumpkin and tossed it into the bag; but as he twisted in his chair and reached for the spoon, he paused his movements when he heard something, his fear spiking a little.

Stomp.

Jack sat upright, going quiet as he listened for the sound, doing his best to ignore his heart beating louder than it should be to him. 'What is that?'

The sound stopped.

Briefly and out of reflex, he touched the bigger knife and slid it away a little from the direction of the door off screen. As well as to reassure himself that the knife was still there. But… why would he need to-?

Stomp.

The sound returned then faded to be more quiet. Jack continued to listen to what sounded like someone walking nearby, but it didn't quite… sound right. 'What the ever loving Christ is going on? What is that?' “I swear to god I'm hearing something.” he said, suspicious of the sounds. Once again, curiosity got the better of him and he stood to investigate, moving off camera to open the door once more and looked out into the hall.

But as Jack was distracted and had left the camera's view, another video feed error took place. His color stayed behind and continued to sit at the table as Jack turned gray in leaving. It vanished and the laptop's screen tinted green as Jack's doppelganger returned, up close and simply wearing a dark smile before it flickered away.

He returned not a moment later but this time he leered at the camera with a smirk; before it switched out with the same image but this time with his eyes were jet black in color than his usual bright blue. The image vanished and static took its place for a few milliseconds before the mirror Jack returned; much closer this time.

Bright blue eyes stared wide at the camera lens and he held something to his neck. It wasn't clear from all the static but one could see he wore a demented smile. It vanished then flickered back, much clearer than before but also darker. The twisted Jack still wore his disturbing smile but moved what appeared to be a knife across his neck and the area there was a bright red.

The disturbing image glitched clear as the YouTuber returned from his investigation of the hall. He found nothing out of the ordinary there. “Maybe its just the neighbors I'm hearing,” Jack said softly as he sat back down at the table. Still he paused faintly, listening. “It sounded like someone walking around or something like stomping or banging. Christ.” 'Whatever the fuck it was, is freaking me the fuck out.'

He took a breath to calm himself and picked up the spoon again to do some more scraping around Gerald's eyes. “Maybe I'm paranoid because its Halloween.”

'Yeah… that had to be it… right?'

….

His fear didn't go away as he had hoped.

'Moving on~!' Jack, again, pushed aside incident and focused on cleaning up around the pumpkin's eyes. “You have to clean out behind the eyes as well,” he explained as he leaned over Gerald to watch where he scraped behind one eye, “Because you don't want any danglers. You don't want him to look stupid.” He turned his attention to the other eye, “I mean if you wanted to make him look 'rotten and decayed'-”

The video feed gave a slight distortion at the word 'decayed' but did nothing else.

“-There's easier ways of doing that. Just leave him out on the porch, for like, three days.” The YouTuber turned and dumped the spoon's contents into the trash bag. “He'll do that on his own.”

Jack examined his handiwork, satisfied with it and showcased it to the camera, looking at the laptop to be sure he was angling the pumpkin correctly for the viewers to see when the video came out. “There's the eyes. Now comes the mouth.” He studied Gerald from the laptop's screen, trying to figure out how he was going to do this. “The mouth is gonna be hard, but I'm gonna make him look like he's got 'ah-hurr~'. That he's got a load of teeth.” Jack replied, making the sound and showing off his own teeth to emphasis what he was going to do.

He lifted a brow at the camera and shook his head, as if to disagree with a few viewers of them asking about the type of teeth. “But not sharp, jagged teeth. That's lame, its not scary.” The Irishman took the smaller knife and began carving out the mouth. He smiled a bit as he worked, “Even though… that was what I did last year. But I'm a different… changed man! A different person!” He growled softly as he once again struggled to get the knife to cut through the thickness of the pumpkin. “Gerald! You should go see a dentist!”

The YouTuber continued to saw at the mouth but smiled a bit. “The teeth are coming out nicely… at least I think they are.” He quirked a brow as he worked on the carving. “I haven't been able to follow the lines properly because… the knife is like….” He tried to word it correctly and failing at it. “Sometimes the knife is a bit too big and sometimes I'm terrible at this.” He amended then perked as he saw it was nearly over. “Oh god, almost there. Almost there...”

The laptop's screen picked up movement to the man's left while Jack was focused hard on the pumpkin's mouth. A shimmer of distortion showed on the screen, revealing a shadow moving towards Jack's location before the glitch vanished.

“Almost there! Last one! Did it work?” He wondered aloud as he put the knife aside and twisted Gerald to the camera as he worked at the teeth, trying to push them out. “Is your mouth gonna come out?” he asked the pumpkin as he stood and bent over the fruit to check and was cautious in pressing the carved section out. It wouldn't do him any good if he pressed the wrong thing too hard and snapped one of Gerald's teeth out. 'That'd be a pain in the ass…'

“Come on...” Jack murmured, coaxing the carved piece to pop out. After a few careful presses, a section of it shifted loose and slid out. “Yeah boi!” Jack cheered as the pieces popped out, piece by piece to reveal Gerald's toothy grin. Giddy that things were going well and the odd delays were forgotten, the Irishman giggled as he wiped away the marker ink outlines that were obviously still there from his carving, explaining away that it would look stupid if he left them there. After he was done, he proudly showed the pumpkin's finished look to the camera.

Gerald gave the camera his toothy smile.

“It came out pretty well.” Jack said proudly then quickly decided to check if the top of the pumpkin would still fit. “Does your head still fit on?” Pop! The top still fit on perfectly. “Yay! He's a fully formed pumpkin!”

'Man this is so much more fun than last year!' He thought to himself. Gerald looked good, but there was one last step to do before the carving could be complete. The YouTuber removed the top once again and shifted in his chair, focused on his task.

“Okay, so the last thing you want to do, is get your knife. You're going to have to do some fine-”

Jack's voice suddenly trailed off mid-sentence as the video feed glitched, flashing a tinted green. But it wasn't just the video that stopped for a second…

The YouTuber himself didn't move at all.

*~*~*~*~

As the distortion continued, Jack mentally jolted at sudden loss of control. 'What the-?' He tried to move his eyes, to look at something else… but his gaze didn't shift at all. He just stared at the pumpkin as Gerald stared right back at him. 'What the ever living fuck!? Why can't I move?!' He attempted to try to straighten his posture in the chair, but his body did not respond. 'What the hell!?' Jack began to panic, this wasn't right… why couldn't he move? Why was he just staring at the damn pumpkin? He struggled to move something… anything… but his body remained locked where it was when he last had control over it. 'Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck?!'

Laughter echoed around him, much more clear than before. Was that outside his room? '...No… its a lot closer, louder than when I last heard it earlier.' That's right, back at the beginning of the video.

He thought about it, gladly latching onto something other than his mounting fear, even as he struggled in attempt to move his own body. But that didn't last long before he jolted in further fear when he realized where that laugh was coming from.

The laughter was inside his own head.

'Oh god… ohgodohgodohgod! What the fuck is going on?!'

Another ring of laughter, familiar and strange at the same time followed by a voice that shook Jack further in fear. Why was his own voice..?

'S͞hH͡h̛...͜ S̨e̢T̡tL̀e̴ ̧dO̧w͢n̢, L̵UcĶy c͝H͠aRM͝s..͟. En̢J͝OY tH͝e̢ p҉Er̨fơRmaN͘c҉e͠. H͢ee͜h̕ee҉h̷aha̛h̶a~͏!"̨

Who the FUCK was this and why did they sound like him?! Whatever it was, it made Jack uncomfortable more than he already was. His body still did not respond to what he wanted it to do… like getting the fuck out of the room. And the voice in his head was NOT helping the situation. 'What do you mean?'

A giggle.

'J͢͝uST͘͞ ̵̨w͡A͜͜tĆH͡.̢̢́ ͢͞H̕͟e͡e͜͝҉he̴ȩ~̸̵'̵͢͝

Jack turned his attention away from the voice that occupied the darkness of his mind and looked out to see what it meant.

Outside the confines of his mind, the YouTuber slowly and silently placed Gerald down on the table; and just as creepily looked up from the pumpkin and stared at the camera as he straightened in his chair. His expression was distant… blank….

'THAT'S NOT NORMAL! WHAT IS GOING ON?!'

Jack was already freaking out that his body was moving of its own accord, refusing to listen to his thoughts. But now, it took a moment for him to realize, that he while he had no control of his own body… he could still feel with it. And he mentally froze at feeling the familiar weight of the knife in his hand. Feeling his own hand curled around it, gripping it firmly.

The Irishman gasped. 'Oh no…' Was the camera still recording?! The red light on it showed that it, indeed, was still recording. What about the software? Did it crash? Nope. The laptop showed no signs of failing, everything running perfectly fine to him. He had a feeling he knew exactly where this was going, 'No…'

Jack's body… lifted the knife, all while the screen continued its distortion, unseen by the YouTuber.

'No! No no! Please… don't do this...'

'Heehe̕e̡~! ͢N҉o̕w̶ w͟Hy̸ Ẁòul̕Dn͠'̧T I d̶O͡ t͜H̷is?̸'͏

The YouTuber growled in fear and anger, lashing out in attempt to cease the action. The voice chuckled at him and moved to intercept the attempt. The knife continued its ascent as the two clashed wills. The fist and blade quivered, slightly pausing as Jack fought savagely for control. He will NOT let this happen. Not while everything was being recorded. He can't do this to his viewers… not like this. Never like this.

'Because I won't let you, you sonofabitch.'

The voice crowed over the declaration. '̛Ḩ̀̕a̴̢h̴̴a̸H̶̷͏ÁḨA̵͢Ḩ̶A̛!̀͜ ̡͟"Wo͟N͠'̀t̸͞ ͢Ļe̸̷Ţ̛ ͠mE̴̢͡"̵̧?͏'̛ ̀ It moved closer and whispered into Jack's ear. '̵Fo̵Ol̛.̶..͟ ̧y̨O̕u ͟CàN̕'t͠ e̶V͠En̨ b͢LiǸK.̨..'

It laughed and then there was a sound of someone snapping their fingers. The Irishman's body broke free from Jack's momentary control and his arm lifted the knife higher until it rested on the left side of his throat. 'Fuckfuckfuck!' The YouTuber flinched at the feeling of cold steel against his flesh, quivering… he felt himself quiver under the blade. The bravado he had faded when the knife nicked his neck a little.

'Please… don't let them watch this…' Jack begged, terrified of what was going to happen. Terrified of his viewers seeing this somehow, scarring them for life. God, he wished he had someone over to help him…

The voice giggled again. 'Oh҉.҉.͢.̸ ̷bUt I ̴w͞A̛nT͠ t͞HeM̶ t͡O̶ SeE...'

The knife pressed a tad harder and the YouTuber's arm moved slowly, making the blade bite and cut as it glided across his skin. In his mind, Jack cried out in pain, feeling the burning sensation as his flesh split open, feeling hot blood pour from the cut. He couldn't see it with his gaze fixed on the camera, but he could feel it. Physically, his face didn't even didn't so much as bat an eye as the knife sliced by.

'Aaahhh! F-Fuck! P-please… please don't…' Jack hissed painfully, flinching as the knife continued its journey across his throat. He felt more blood escape, felt dizzy and light headed; getting weaker. The darkness in his mind crowded closer, pressing at him. 'Please…'

The voice ignored his plea. Instead it giggled, enjoying his suffering as it circled him like slowly like a hungry wolf.

On the laptop's screen where is still showed distortion; it briefly flickered the green tint and revealed Jack's doppelganger slitting his own throat, grinning wildly at the camera, enjoying the action immensely. The image flickered out and showed that the YouTuber's body wilting, weakening from the loss of blood; his head was drooping and body tilting forward, unable to support itself as well. But the grip on the knife remained strong, still needing to finish the cut.

Trapped in his own mind, Jack felt that pain, weakness and fear hit him like a truck. He felt himself fading, having a harder time trying to stay awake. 'P-ple...ple...ase… d-do...don't… le...let th...them… sss...see…' he whispered brokenly.

The voice only let out an amused giggle, again ignoring his plea. '̨T͞a t̢a~ ̵L̷u҉C̷k͢y͠ ̛c͡Har͝M҉s͏~ ͠Heeh́e̵ehah̴haha̷~!'̸

The Irishman growled before losing consciousness, unable to watch the action further. Blue eyes rolling to the back of his head as he faintly felt his body crumple on top of Gerald the pumpkin. 'G-god… dam-damn it...I...I'm… so… sor...ry… guys…'

Jack…. went limp.

On the laptop screen… the distortion returned… worse than before, it flickered green and for several moments it had trouble keeping the YouTuber focused as the video feed shifted downward enough to split the video in half on the screen. It tried to correct itself to no avail…

Until the video feed suddenly snapped back to perfection, showing the grim sight of Jacksepticeye, famous Irish YouTuber, laying limp on top of his carved pumpkin in what was suppose to be a fun seasonal video…

*~*~*~*~

…Silence…

It stretched from seconds… to minutes. Nothing moved.

Jack continued to lay limp where he was… silent and so very very still.

The camera continued to record the body…

The microphone continued to record the dead silence…

The laptop continued to show that the programs ran smoothly, displaying Jack's corpse on its screen…

Eerie, eerie silence dominated the apartment room as the computer screen slowly faded to black when nothing happened for a while, activating its sleep mode…

….

Suddenly, the body lurched upward, smile wide as Jack reached for the camera, the laptop coming to life from the sudden movement, the screen a darker green edged with black with distortion. The Irish YouTuber laughed madly, so unlike his usual self.

"̸H̷͡E̸͡e̶̵h̶ȨęH͘͏A͘h̀A̴͝H́͡a̷~̢̡͝!̕"̴

The camera, overwhelmed by the glitching and distortions, went dark. The laptop, blind without the camera, showed nothing on screen… but the microphone continued to record, picking up a trace of a soft and weakened voice.

“He-help… m-me...”

Then another beat of silence.

The YouTuber flexed his fingers, smiling and reveling at the feeling of it. Finally… he was in control now. He suppressed a giggle, fully aware that the mic was still working. Not yet, he wanted to enjoy this a bit more; granted he was surprised at how easy that was to accomplish. A simple illusion and boom, easy control. He was also quite aware of another presence within his mind, one that was regaining consciousness.

'̡Q̧uITe tHe ҉sT̢u͞BbOr̛N ͝On̨E,͠ a̕R҉e̡N'͟t͘ YO̡u, ͡L͘u͘Ck͝y cHaRMş?' The being thought, amused by this. 'THat'S͡ ͡ơK͜aY.̵.҉.̢ I̡t ḿAK͜es͘ ̢t̵HIs ͟S͠o M̸u͜CḨ ̴mOrE f̶UN̸~'̀

He circled the fragment of light that represented Jack, waiting for him to awaken.

*~*~*~*~

Jack groaned softly as he slowly awoke, feeling a massive headache and so weak he trembled. 'Ugh… Wha-what... happened?' He shifted a little, bringing himself up carefully onto his hands and knees; wincing at the lethargic feeling. 'Oh… my head…' Was it a dream..? It didn't feel like any dream or nightmare he had before. But… he was still breathing? 'Wha-?' He groaned again, way too foggy to really focus on anything solid at the moment

As his senses slowly returned to him, he was partly aware of a presence circling him, but he was too dazed to make sense of it. The presence… helped him out with a 'friendly' jog of memory.

'T̕oP҉ oF ̷t̸He͟ Mo̕RNi҉Ng̷ t͡O͞ y̶A, ̷L̵áDD͢ie̵.̕.̸.͠'̢

Jack went very still, eyes wide as he stared at a mirror image of himself. The duplicate tinted in green with a bloody slit around his throat and glitchy, his movements awkward as they seemed to move frame by frame incorrectly. Everything that happened earlier, returned in a rush. That was no dream..! 'Oh no…'

'M̶y naM̕E̷ ́i̵S ̸An͟tişep̸ti͞c̶e͞ye...'́

'What?!' Jack didn't get to say much more before Anti flicked his wrist and watched as the Irishman was slammed against the ground of their shared mind. The YouTuber crying out in pain from the blow as he landed hard on his belly. 'Ghak!' He tried to get up again but felt far too drained to move, 'Wha… how..?'

Anti snickered as he calmly walked over and pressed his shoe against the back of his host, keeping him pinned easily. He twirled a bloodied knife between his fingers before placing the blade against his lips in a mocking universal sign of silence before shushing him.

'He̕e͘he͜e~̶ ̕RȩL͏a̡X̕, LưCKy͘ cHaR̨Ms͡...̨ ҉YoU͡'͘ll ̡F҉i͠Nd͟ oUt̷ şOon͡ ̛e͜N͞ǪúgH.̵.͞.' he jeered, ignoring Jack's soft growl of rebellion, 'JuS̡t̕.̵..͠ ͡w̧A͟Tc͢h̶..҉. a̡n̕d͟ L̀i̢StÈN.'

Satisfied that his captured audience wasn't going to do anything, Anti turned his attention to the camera, slipping into control of the body he just commandeered. Snapping his fingers yet again to reactivate the camera, letting it take a quick shot of him hunched over the pumpkin before keeping it dark.

He was going to enjoy scaring these viewers and Jack so much...

*~*~*~*~

"H̶͞e̴e̢͢h́͝à̧͝h̕͠a͢͝~"̡

The camera slowly regained picture and the laptop now no longer blind, just as slowly began to show the image on its screen, still glitched and tinted in dark green and black. The YouTuber was hunched over the pumpkin, head down and giggling, his tone warping and echoing.

"̵Ha̶̶h͟͡a̷͞h͟a̛͘҉h̀a͜~̶̸̧"̵̴͝

The image faded to black before returning, glitched and flickering, trying to capture the figure's movements as Anti lifted his head to look at the camera. He gave a sick grin at it. Before his face twisted in a snarl.

"̷Y̷̡oU.̶̛͠.͜.̶͞ ͜"́̀ he hissed at the camera, directing his words to the viewers and Jack that would watch this. But strangely his speech was chopped up, the laptop having trouble translating the words and ending up having them interrupting themselves between sentences. "H͘͡͠i̡̕S͜͟͞ ̸bOd͟Y̛̕͞ w̡̡ĄS̴͡ ̴͘W̷͘͝E̷A͝͠K! ̷̷H́͢͏eh̨e͡h͜a͏̛̀h̡a~͏̧"̕͘͡ He sneered, pointing the bloodied knife toward the viewers, hissing and giggling at them.

The laptop's screen still showed the distortion, his image flickering between frames chaotically. One second he was pointing the knife at the camera, the next he was poking Gerald with it, another mockingly looking dazed and confused as he blinked at the table; imitating Jack's blank stare before he offed himself. The entire time his voice echoed and contorted as he giggled at what was happening.

"̨Y̡̛o̧͜Ú͞ ͘A͝L̛L̢͟ ̵̧s͜͞A̡̕͡iD҉ ͏͟͟m̵̶̧Y̵ ̕͟n̸͢ÁMę..͡͡.͏̧́"̀͞ He laughed then snarled, stabbing the knife against the table, "͢Ke͠Pt̡ ̴mE̢..̧.͝ ́I A̸M ̢H̢E͏RE͘ N͢O͝W̵.͟.̵. i͟Ns̡I͠d͠E.̴.͞"

Anti raged at the camera, at the viewers… at Jack, waving and stabbing the knife into the two objects within reach that wasn't himself. The pumpkin and the table. He stabbed Gerald with a snarl, clearly agitated. "́Y͢O͞U̧..͢.͘ i̶T͞s ͟All̵ ͞y͜OuR̸ ̵fA͞u͢LT.̨..͠ ͢To͞O ̢L̢oNg̴..͘.͜ "͡ The doppelganger spat in rage, his image warping further in reaction to it. The camera and laptop had trouble still in keeping up with his constant glitching and twitching, frames going in and out of order. "..̢.̵Will ͝L͡iSţEN ̨t͡Ó M͢E̸..̵. ͜Y̕ơU̸ aL̡L҉ mAD͜e̵ ̡t̛Hi͢S͞ h͝APp̷E͢n.́.̧. H͢ee̷ha̢h̶ah҉aha̧~!̛ ̷"͘

Suddenly, Anti's glitching calmed even as he sneered at the camera. "͜YoU͘ ̷̡c̡̛̀Oųl̡͝D͞͝͏ h̛A̧v̧E̵ ̡͢͜sT͜oP͢͝p̀̕E͡͞d̸ ̷͡ME̴̛..̵͢͢.̸̀̕"̀̀ He hissed in a cold fury at the fanbase, pushing Gerald aside and resting one arm on it. He grinned all the while as he leaned a little closer to the viewers. "B̶U̸t y̧O͠u̡ JưS̨t ̸wÀTc҉h̀Ed..̴" His eyes flickered from bright blue to jet black for a second before they returned to normal. Anti glared at the camera and snarled. "a͘Ş͢ ̛tH̶́͜íŞ͘ ͏͟h̶͘͞A̢͘p̧̛͟P͜͡͡ȩ͞N̡̨̛ed̴!͏"

"̢E͏h̛͞e̸h̡͠a͡hah͝͏a͢~̨̡"̨͢ The laptop's screen flickered, showing Anti 'slitting' Gerald's throat and grinning wildly. His laughter was twisted and warped before it flickered back to him glowering at camera. He tilted his head as he glared and gave a smile of contempt to the viewers.

"̡͘N͠҉ó͟W h͜E̢͏'̀̀s̸͘ ͞G̡̕̕ǫN̨e͏... ̴f͠O͠ŗ̕É͠v̴͠e͟R̷̕͢.̷͜.̴͢"͠

The laptop's screen cut to black, the camera shut off but the microphone was still operational, awaiting for any sound to record.

He felt Jack rise in protest in the back of their fused minds, angry at him for accusing his viewers for this. Inwardly, the evil counterpart giggled at the sad attempt before grabbing Jack by his throat and power slamming him back against the ground. 'I̸'̷m͟ ̸No̶T̵ ̵p̕L̢ayIng ̨w͜I̛t̷H͝ yOu h̢ErE.̶.̀.' He then crushed him under his heel, grinding it into his chest as his influence weighed heavily on the Irishman. At Jack's cry of pain, Anti pressed more of his weight on the man's ribcage, hissing. '̶I͏ ̀s͘A̶iD̸ ͞tò ̢wAtC̴h ̵aNd ̨L͢iStE̵n̵, Ja͜Ck̨.̡ Yo̕U bRo͢UgHt҉ tH͝i͡S͠ uPo̵N͞ ͏y͡O̕uRs̛e̡L͢v̵Es... ͢y̢Ou ̢A̡L̀L҉ ͞dId.͜'

'No… we didn't!'

'͡Y͘ES͏ YO̶U̡ D͠ID!̴'̀ Anti snarled, leaning down as best he could with his foot on his host's chest, pressing more weight on him. Jack flinched and gasped in pain. He smiled at him, making the Irish YouTuber more uncomfortable with staring at his own face with a twisted smile plastered on it. '̕Y̶oUr Li̷T̢tLe.͟.̀.͏ v͞IèwErs̀,͝ ̢JaC͢k̸aBoY̛.͞.͢.̀ dI̕d ThIs tO ̛y̢Ou..͞.̕'

He giggled as Jack began to shake his head, refusing to believe him. '͘'͏tH̷eY̨ wA̢nTe̷d̀ ME̵ h̢E̵rE and ́sO dI͝d ̶YoU...̴' He laughed, amused by his host's denial. 'NoW͏ ̡yOu͡'R̢e ̶Ge͏T͘t̷Ing ̶EXA͢CTLY ̶w͟H͜aT ̀yO͟u ͢A͠l̀l W͘a͢Nt́Ed̷!'̢

He let out another howl of insane laughter in their shared mind, staring down at Jack. '͝T̵hE͡y͟ KìLLe̵D͠ y̧Ou,͡ ͠L̵u͞CkY̸ ͏cH̸aRMs̶... So͝~" His eyes flashed to his eerie jet black as he gave the YouTuber a demonic smile, speaking both to him and to his viewers aloud for the mic to hear and record.

"̴̸S̵aY ̕͞g̡͡͡O̕ó̀D̕b͟Y҉̕͏e..̸̛͜.̵̡"̷

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