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butnobodycame627 · 4 years
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Luka hated being a monster. He hated his disgusting new form. But he loved seeing Harriet be happy. And one thing that seemed to really be cheering her up lately was flying.
He never thought anything good could come out of this, but something about being lifted up into the air brought such a smile to her face. And that made him so, so happy to see.
She was laughing. She was enjoying this.
Tonight, there were more stars than usual. Luka wasn't paying very close attention. But then she gasped and said "A shooting star!"
What should he wish for? To be normal again? To be safe with Harriet? Maybe for Harriet to stay happy?
Could a wish be wasted somehow? Could you mess up a desire? Right before the shooting star vanished, a thought crossed his mind. He wanted Harriet's wish to come true. Whatever it was, he wanted her wish to become reality.
He would never know that her wish was for his wish to come true.
A Hat In Time "Coffee Shop AU" by @doodledrawsthings
I found your blog while I was looking through the AHIT tag. It's short, but I wrote you something. I hope you like it.
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butnobodycame627 · 4 years
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Surrounded
Aaa so I had an idea. I basically just thought that maybe Virgil's fears could be personified somehow in the mindscape and I wanted to write about it. Enjoy some Virgil angst. This is real short because I'm lazy hhh
"Everything's going wrong."
"You're such a failure."
"You're so useless."
He looked around as his fears took form. Strange, dark, gloopy shapes, hard to see through his tears. They surrounded him, eyes shining bright purple.
The room burst into purple flames, only making him more scared as the fire spread.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered, though the whisper came out in a distorted, echoing voice.
He was shaking. Oh goodness, he was shaking. When did he get so...
"Pathetic." One of them said with a scoff.
Virgil didn't respond. He was curled up in a corner, the only spot untouched by flames. The figures stood in the fire, completely unaffected.
It was hard to breathe. Smoke filled the room. He tried to breathe in for four seconds, but then he found himself coughing. He had to get out, he had to find safety, he had to-
The flames approached. He was so afraid. Where could he go?
He went to the first place that came to mind. And that place turned out to be Patton's room. Not the best place to be, since it was not a calming place for him.
He collapsed on the ground in front of the staircase, gasping for air. He hoped that he could be at least a little safer here, though he was still horrified.
"Virgil?" Patton rushed towards him. "Try to take deep breaths! Can I get you anything? How can I help?"
He was still shaking. Could his fears hurt Patton? Was he putting his dad in danger? Everything Patton was saying sounded distant and muffled.
"We should get out of here..." Patton said, mostly to himself. "Where do you want to go? I- maybe Logan can help? He always knows what to do, right?"
At the lack of response, he could only hope that he was making a good choice. He took Virgil's hand and the two rose up in the logical side's room.
"Logan, I don't know what to do, he-" Patton rushed to explain.
Logan ran over to the two, tossing his book to the floor. "Virgil! What on Earth happened to him?"
"I don't know!" Patton said. "I just want to help him."
Logan sat beside the anxious side. "Virgil?" He said in a soft tone, trying not to be too loud to prevent scaring him more. "Virgil, can you tell me what's wrong?"
And the Side pointed to the fear, as it came to join them.
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butnobodycame627 · 4 years
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The Frog And His Son
A fantasy AU about Virgil running away from home and finding Lilypadton by a pond. If people like this, I might write more, we'll see. I'm going to be working on some character designs and art for this soon, so I hope people like this?
Sorry that this is really short, I had written more, but it didn't feel fitting to this chapter, so I didn't add it. I'm really bad at deciding when a chapter is too long or short or makes sense aaaagh.
Chapter One: Runaway
It was cold... wet... dark... foggy... The teenager could barely see anything surrounding him. He was afraid. He did not know what he was doing, but believed it was too late to turn back. He just had to keep running.
The rain poured down on him, his hood just barely shielding his face. He normally liked the rain, but he could not appreciate it at that moment.
He could barely see anything and that made it dangerous to run. He did not notice the rock in front of him and found himself tripping and falling into a pond. As if the rain was not enough, he was now drenched.
"Ugh..." He grumbled, shaking his head. "What am I gonna do...?" The boy pondered, staring at his reflection.
He had only now noticed his makeup had been ruined, his hair was a mess, he looked absolutely exhausted, there was a giant frog in front of him, he was crying, he-
"Wait, wh-" He glanced up at the beast before him. For a moment, he considered that it could be friendly. Then he ignored that thought and screamed in horror.
He crawled away as quickly as he could, getting his hands dirty from the nearby mud puddle. How could he outrun that thing? Especially when he was already tired?
As he started running, he noticed that he did not hear large footsteps behind him. It was silent except for his heavy breathing and the rain falling from above.
"Are... you not gonna kill me?" He asked, turning to face the creature.
It shook its head in disbelief. "Of course no-"
He screamed as soon as it spoke, unfamiliar with giant talking frogs. He rarely saw beasts of this sort and did not realize that they spoke English.
"Not! Of course not! That was never my intention!" It spoke over the boy's screams, trying to reassure him that he was safe. "Are you alright, kiddo?"
An anxious mess, he responded "No. No I'm not."
He slowly walked back towards the frog, careful not to trip. He needed company at that moment.
"Everything feels so bad right now that I guess I just thought that you were bad, too...." He sighed. "I'm so scared..."
The frog nodded in understanding. "It'll be alright. I promise."
"Thanks..."
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The storm eventually passed, sun rising over a hill. The boy had fallen asleep beside the creature, so it had to move carefully to prevent waking him. It looked around to find food for him, hoping to surprise him with a meal of some kind.
Shortly after it had walked away, the teenager woke up and glanced around him. It took him a moment to remember where he was. He remembered this pond, right, the pond... Wasn't there something else?
Either way, he should probably go back home, right? He had nowhere else to go, he could never survive out here on his own. Maybe things would work out if he just talked to them-
He heard loud footsteps that made the ground shake. What was that? A dragon? A demon? A beast of some sort?
He saw something green approaching him, setting something down in front of him.
"I found some berries in a forest near here!" It said with a smile.
He had forgotten about the frog. Or rather he had believed it was a dream and pretended it had never happened.
"I know it's not much, but I wanted you to have something to eat." The frog seemed nice enough so far, which made him feel better about this mess. Maybe he did not need to go home. He could just stay with this frog.
"Thank you... so much..." He said, picking up a berry. "You're sure this isn't poisonous?"
"Pretty sure. If you're not willing to try, we can start looking now." It shrugged.
"Looking...? For what?" The boy dropped the berry, looking up at the creature.
"For your home. You're lost, right? That's how you ended up here?" It explained, now sounding a little doubtful. "I was gonna help you get back home."
"... Right." He nodded. "Yeah, of course, I can go back..." He shifted uncomfortably in place, trying to figure out what to do. "I... I should go!" He started running again, this time back where he came from.
"Wait! I didn't mean to offend you, sorry if I did!" The frog shouted from behind him. "Are you not lost?!"
He stopped running. "No. Maybe. I dunno. I think I know the way back from here."
"But is that the reason you were scared?" It specified.
"No. No, it's not."
The frog sat down beside him. "You don't have to go if you don't want to. I just thought you'd prefer to be back home."
"... I'd like to stay. But maybe try to find food that you're sure isn't poisonous." He smiled at the thought of this. It would be strange, but he did not want to go back. At least not yet.
"Alright, kiddo. You got it." The frog hoped that he would explain more later, but did not want to bother him.
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butnobodycame627 · 4 years
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Flowering
Prologue: A Call For Help
I've been kind of worried about posting this for a while now, but it's Undertale's anniversary, so I decided I'd just go for it. I haven't worked on this story in a long time, actually, this is not recent. But if people like it, I might keep working on it. I have the first chapter done, but I'll probably check for mistakes before I post that. But uh... yeah, I hope this isn't too bad? I know I'm not the best writer, but I had been planning this story for a long time and I really want to finally post something about it. So... here is that. It's not too long, just a prologue. I'm not sure how long the chapters will be, I have difficulty knowing when to end chapters and they often end up being too short. I guess we'll just see when I post them.
Fresh air, a gentle breeze, fully bloomed flowers... This was an incredible day. Beautiful. The kind of day anyone would take to relax and unwind. The kind of day to go for a walk outside.
And for a normal day in a normal town, you would think just about everyone would be calm and collected, taking a break.
This is why the people all around town were shocked when they saw a mysterious figure run by. He was running so quickly that no one could really tell who he was or what he was doing. He was wearing a black cloak, which was not a very common thing for people to wear around town, especially not on a summer day where black would only make you more warm.
He seemed to be holding his hood down, as if it were important to hide his facial features with the shadow it cast.
He also stumbled every now and then, implying that he was injured or had trouble walking.
He was looking at every building, as if unsure where his destination was located, but yet it seemed that he had a place in mind somehow. Something he was looking for that he just could not find.
He had finally found it. The laboratory. No one knew why he wanted to go there or who he was. He knocked on the door three times.
The door opened, and as soon as it did, he rushed inside. As he closed the door behind him, he immediately blurted out "Dr Alphys, I seriously need your help, I don't know how to explain, but-".
"Woah, woah, woah! Wh-who are you? What's g-g-going on?" Alphys asked, startled. She, just like everybody else, did not know who this was. The only person she knew of that wore a cloak like this was the River Person. But the River Person never left their boat and had not moved to the surface yet. This was someone else. She did not know who. She did not know why he had come here. She was visibly alarmed.
He took a deep breath, then seemed to think about the best way to put his thoughts into words. "You.... you remember Flowey?"
"Hard to forget. Is he causing t-trouble or s-s-something?" She tilted her head, trying to figure out what this person was getting at. "I don't know what you've h-heard, b-b-b-but I'm not the best person to help with that."
"No, I..." He shook his head. Then, with eyes closed as if acknowledging how silly it sounded, said "I am Flowey".
It was obviously difficult to believe. This figure differed in size and shape compared to a flower and had a different voice than Flowey had. Alphys could easily assume this was some sort of joke.
"If you're here to make fun of me j-j-just because you th-think I'm some loser scientist that doesn't know what I'm d-doing, you know where the exit is!" Alphys was trying to sound like Undyne, it seemed.
"I'm not here for any reason like that. I just want your help. You're the only person that I think can help."
Alphys was stuck on that last sentence. When was the last time someone had told her that?
.... The Amalgamates. When they were dying. Their families had said the same thing.
"I can't help you. Please j-just leave..."
"Dr Alphys, seriously." He took off his hood to reveal the face of a Boss Monster. His eyes were black and he had horns, shorter than Asgore's, but longer than Toriel's. Another Boss Monster. Alphys did not know that there were any others. "I don't want to be like this anymore."
She was unsure how to react. All that she managed to say was "Who are you?"
The Boss Monster rolled his eyes in response. He had already given this information. "Flowey. I'm Flowey." Noticing Alphys' dissatisfaction, he decided a full explanation would be a good place to start.
"When a monster dies, they turn to dust. At funerals, their dust is spread on their favourite object so that their essence lives on in it."
"Where are you g-going with this?" Alphys asked, although seemingly less annoyed and more curious. That gave Flowey a good boost of confidence.
"You've heard the story of Asriel, right?" He shifted uncomfortably where he stood, looking disgusted, as if there were a strand of hair in his mouth. He clearly did not like thinking of that story. "From what I can tell, just about everyone has. He was the prince. He died. Turned to dust. And that was where the flowers grew."
Alphys froze. She understood now.
"You h-have Asriel's essence, then. B-B-But... that still d-doesn't explain this!" Alphys said, gesturing to him. "You were soulless. Asriel was not. There is no way you could have suddenly changed into him unless you absorbed seven human souls!"
"That's why I need help. I want to go back to being a flower."
Alphys could not understand why. It seemed Flowey had no intention to tell her.
Flowey knew that he was not telling the full story, but she did not need to know that he absorbed seven human souls. They were gone now, that was not the issue.
So what was the issue?
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butnobodycame627 · 4 years
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I had some ideas for a Jacksepticeye Harry Potter AU
I might develop it, I might write about it, I'm honestly not sure yet. These are very rough ideas so far.
If anyone wants to see more of this, let me know and I'll see if I can come up with something. Kind of giving up on my last AU because it looked like literally no one cared and tbh I had very few ideas anyway lol
- Jack is a muggle-born and the best way for him to contact his family is case of emergency is with his phone. He brings his phone with him to school when someone's spell goes wrong and hits the phone. At first, it seems that nothing happened, but then Jack starts hearing voices and seeing things. The other students think that he's gone mad. One day, they find him lying on the floor in his house's common room with a slit throat. If he's alive, there must be some spell to wake him, right?...
- Chase is a muggle. He cannot go to Hogwarts, but before Jack started going there, the two used to be good friends. When he hears the news, he is very sad to have lost an old friend. But then he gets a phone call from Jack's phone. All he hears when he answers it are vague warnings and loud static. The last thing he hears before hanging up is "he's not dead". He decides to find Jack and wake him himself. But if magic is to be kept secret, how could he ever find Hogwarts?...
- Marvin is a very skilled student. He enjoys magic and knows a lot about it. Despite this, he is very impatient and gets frustrated easily. Due to his knowledge of very powerful spells, he was once asked to attempt to wake Jack. Unfortunately, he could never figure out how. If only he could be encouraged to try just a little bit harder...
- Henrik is best at potions and herbology and tries his best to use them only for good. He once asked if he could try to wake Jack, but no one would let him. He knows he can do it, so he sneaks out of his dorm room one night to find Jack and save him. Unfortunately, things do not go as hoped...
- Jackie is a great Quidditch player, very skilled on his broom. One time, during practice, shortly before Jack fell into the coma, he noticed Jack in a window. He did not know much about muggle technology and was very fascinated by the phone Jack held to his ear, so he approached the window with curiosity. That was when Jackie noticed Jack's nose bleeding as he tossed the phone to the floor. When he found out what happened to Jack later that night, he wanted to see the phone for himself...
- Jameson is a new student. When he started at the school, Jack was already in the coma. What worries him is that he can hear voices and see things all around him, just like Jack used to. He worries that he will end up the same way. He tries to hide the things he notices, but how can he hide things when nothing is under his control?...
Some things need to be figured out like why people want to wake up Jack so badly and what's up with Jameson and all that but this might be a cool idea? Idk we'll see what I can do with it
As far as their houses go, I'm not completely sure on all of them. All I know is that JJ is probably Hufflepuff and Jackie is probably Gryffindor. Henrik and Marvin might both be Ravenclaw?... I'm not sure yet. Jack was probably either Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. I'm leaning towards Hufflepuff for him, I think.
Let me know if this is horrible I guess haha
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butnobodycame627 · 3 years
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L’eau
Je me sens transparent dans ce prison de verre
Dans la verre, il y a trop d’eau et cela coule
Quand les larmes coulent, l’inondation commence
Je me sens comme je noyade, même si tout le monde d’autre sait nager
Moi, tout seule, je suis une goutte d’eau
Perdu dans tout les autres
Une goutte d’eau qui ne sait pas respirer
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butnobodycame627 · 4 years
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My mind is flooded by thoughts of nothingness
Things that don't really matter, causing all of this distress
As I sit and breathe, trying to calm myself down
You sit next to me, noticing my lonely frown
"You are not alone," you mention
"I've been overwhelmed before, I've dealt with depression,
I have had anxiety, I have been afraid"
I hold your hand in mine, thinking of the trouble I have made
But before I can apologize, you say
"You are not a burden, yesterday, tomorrow, or today
You are not a problem that has to be solved"
And I feel less alone, though not everything's resolved
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butnobodycame627 · 4 years
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Some poems. Posting these together because they're short.
Moonlight and Raindrops
In the moonlight, there is rainfall
It drips off the roof, reflecting the stars in its puddles
The sound of rain is like a song
A song that only those awake can hear
In the darkness, I won't fear because the sound of rain calms me
a Forest in Fall
The warm colours surround what used to be green
As I sit beneath a large tree
With a cup of my favourite drink and a novel
Maybe a pen and paper to write stories
And my mind wanders
As the woodland creatures dance
And the birds sing on this lovely morning
A leaf falls on my page
Loved Ones
As I cuddle with someone I care about
And tell them how I feel
They calmly tell me that it's all alright
They somehow help fix problems I never knew I had or did not know how to fix alone
I'd love to spend all day with them
And tell them how much they mean to me
They make me feel less alone
When it feels like the whole world hates talking to me
a Photograph in the Wind
The image fell from their pocket,
Out into the wind
A memory that would last longer as an image,
Now gone due to a simple breeze
How can something someone cares about be ripped from them so easily?
Perhaps it can be returned by an act of kindness
But not everyone is that lucky
Some must seek their photographs themselves
How unfair people can be
Dreams of Flowers and Cafés
Taking sip of the warm drink,
They lazily glanced at the vase before them
Flowers were placed in it
Some red, some orange, some yellow, some pink...
They hummed a song to themself,
Taking another sip
And the smell of coffee and flowers filled the air
Fairies at Night
The lanterns lit the path home
Their homes. Their little houses in the forest, decorated in flowers
Their little bedrooms with clean wooden floors and neatly made beds
Their houses smell of cinnamon and there's no noise to disturb them
Sleeping through the night, curled up in bed,
The fairies have sweet, peaceful dreams
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butnobodycame627 · 4 years
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A Dream
That fuzzy feeling where you feel as if you were floating
And everything you see feels like a distant memory
When you wake up, it's foggy, like a cloud of smoke in your brain
And you could tell it was as real as the monster under your bed
But as you rest, it feels like any other day
Any other moment you have ever lived
You go on an adventure in your sleep,
A journey through your mind,
An entire story, forming a movie that you could only watch one night
And when you wake up, you forget bits and pieces of it
Or sometimes you forget the whole thing
This movie that you watched, whether you liked it or not, is hard to put into words
And it may seem silly looking back on it, but in that moment, as you slept,
It felt real.
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butnobodycame627 · 4 years
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It's the little things that make a good day.
I brushed my teeth and showered,
I played a fun game,
I saw the clouds in the sky.
These things bring me joy,
Forget about the rest.
I'm focusing on little things
Because that's what I have.
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butnobodycame627 · 4 years
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This is how I've been feeling lately and a bit of advice my mom told me. I felt it was kinda fitting with Virgil, so that's what I wrote.
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"Am I annoying?"
The question startled Thomas. He glanced over at Virgil, who had been sitting beside him for a while now. Virgil had seemed to be rather calm, more quiet than normal.
Until now.
He was hugging his knees and looking down at the floor. He seemed to be lost in thought.
Thomas paused the movie he was watching. "What makes you think that I would think that you're annoying?"
Virgil shook his head. "Forget it. That's enough of an answer for me."
"No seriously, tell me." Thomas said, sincerely curious and a little concerned.
"Well, the others seem to think I'm annoying, and they're all a part of you, so..." Virgil sighed. "I guess I just... I can be a lot to deal with and I overthink some things and I-"
"Virgil, those things don't make you bad." Thomas reassured him. "I know how I used to feel about you. I think everyone hates their anxiety sometimes. But you do so much for me. This isn't about me needing to deal with you, it's about me noticing what's bothering you and adapting to help you out. To help me out. You show me what's wrong, you tell me what scares me, you point me towards a potential issue or threat and allow me to fix it. Can it be repetitive or startling? Yes. But it is important. I thought I had told you how important you were... was it not enough?"
"I... I dunno... I'm sorry..." He had curled up more, possibly to better hide his expression.
"For what? You okay?" Thomas asked. Virgil had started crying, which had caused him to shed a few tears as well. "You're my anxiety, you tell me what's wrong."
"I don't know what's wrong anymore. Everything feels wrong. I just..." Virgil sobbed uncontrollably and at this point seemed to have trouble breathing.
Thomas looked around the room. "Uh- remember that grounding thing Logan taught us? Wanna try that? Or we could try some meditation or something-"
"I don't know what I want..." Virgil finally looked up. His eyeshadow had smudged and he looked almost angry. "I don't know why, I just- I don't know what I want anymore. I want to stop feeling bad, that's what I want! But I don't know what will get me there."
Thomas pondered on this emotion. "Want to play a game? Do a puzzle? Eat something? Maybe go for a walk?"
"None of that sounds fun..."
Thomas nodded. "You're right.... But maybe we should try anyway. We won't know how we feel about it until we try it. Let's just do something instead of sitting here feeling bad all day."
"... Maybe that's what I need."
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butnobodycame627 · 4 years
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The screen flickers
The room gets cold
Everything slowly goes dark
Sounds of static
Followed by echoing laughter
Never a good sign, but nowhere to go but forward
The room feels as though it is crumbling
Pressure only now piling up
The tension is almost too much to handle
As the doors all seem to get stuck
There's one thing in his pocket
A portable flame to help him see
The room is bathed in red
And echoes of his past surround him
He walks onward, ignoring all his instincts
There is a sillouhette in a knocked-down door
It turns to face the frightened man
Red pouring from its neck and green beaming from its eyes
It might be game over,
It may just be the beginning
Hard to tell
But what he can see clear as day is that this is dark
And this is silence
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butnobodycame627 · 4 years
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If your words can paint a picture
If a drawing can explain things
Can someone explain to me
What it is I want to be?
Do I want to work hard to be the best I can be
Or would I rather just sit down and eat?
Is there time to do both? Can I make this happen?
Someone paint a picture for me
Because my words may paint pictures,
And pictures may explain things,
But I can't explain something I don't know
So if someone else made a painting
That explained what I wanted
Maybe I would understand what these things mean to me
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butnobodycame627 · 4 years
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Looking over the hills as the animals run freely,
a smile reached her lips and she stirred her tea.
The buzzing of the bees filled the air,
but all she could hear were her own thoughts.
Dreaming while awake is a distracting thing,
but far less distracting than dreaming while asleep.
As she took a sip of the hot drink,
her mind only wandered more.
All she had to do was think,
and she wanted to do so forevermore.
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butnobodycame627 · 4 years
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I dream of flowers, sunrises and trees
I see blue skies, books and bees
The stars shine bright
But we only see them at night
Well, I hope I can see one soon
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butnobodycame627 · 4 years
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Conjuring Something That Never Existed
(A short little thing to kick off the story. I already wrote a bit about this AU and if you want more details, you can find it in the "JSEHPAU" or "JSE HP AU" tag, but this is the first actual story. This is just to introduce Anti, really. And that one character just exists because none of the main egos felt particularly fitting for this.)
(If you haven’t seen what I wrote about this already, basically it's an AU of the Jacksepticeye egos that takes place in the Harry Potter universe. The reason Jack has a phone in this story is because he is muggle-born and that is the easiest way to get in touch with his parents. I'm not sure if it's different in other schools, but in mine, we're allowed to use our phones during break, so I assumed Hogwarts would be the same.)
"Alright, class! Today is our lesson about conjuration, the art of bringing things into being, the opposite of vanishment. The effects never last, as long as they are done correctly, so you will not be able to keep what you conjure today. Now, if you can bring your attention to the board-"
The class seemed like any other class. Rather uneventful, mostly focused on the lesson. Jack had already learned the majority of this information the year before and was only half paying attention.
It was easy to lose track of time. But then the teacher spoke louder as she said "Alright, now it is your turn to give it a try!".
Jack was not worried for himself. He knew how to do it. But the person sitting beside him, Robert Green, on the other hand... He was a slow learner and got spells wrong rather often. Jack knew that any type of transfiguration could easily go very wrong, so he decided to offer to help Robert.
"Hey, I can help you if you're having trouble." Jack smiled.
Now, you can imagine how Robert felt. He had just been offered help by one of the best students in his class. He nodded excitedly, basically stepping aside, as if he needed a demonstration instead of instructions.
After some explanations and demonstrations, Robert felt confident enough to try. Jack let him try it on his own, sitting back down where he was. Now he had nothing to worry about.
The bell rang shortly after. Robert seemed to be doing the spell anyway.
Jack continued on with his day, taking out his phone as his break just started. He was startled when he saw a flash of light hit his screen.
"Oh my gosh, Jack, I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying close enough attention, and-"
Robert. Even after all that, Robert was still having trouble. Jack was not particularly angry, it was just a bit disappointing that his hard work was not enough. They would have to keep working on that later.
In any case, he turned his attention back to his phone.
"Is it broken?" Robert asked, approaching him.
"It doesn't seem broken." Jack shrugged. "In fact, it doesn't seem different at all."
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His phone was ringing.
It was around midnight. His parents never called him this late.
He looked at the number through his half-shut eyes.
For whatever reason, he could not seem to read the number. Something about the way the number showed up on screen, it just would not let him see it. Maybe he was just too tired.
He decided to answer it. The worst that could happen was that it was the wrong number and he could politely inform that to the caller.
When he answered, however, it was not a wrong number. Definitely not, this was intentional. But it was not something Jack wanted to hear, either. It was static, filling his mind, surrounding him. And a glitched whisper in his ear.
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(I'm not sure if I'm doing well at writing Jack or not? It's hard to write about a real person since I'm not him. I don't know exactly how he thinks. But I'm doing my best here! I don't really know what I want the next part to be, so I need to figure that out still.)
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