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EgoChristmas- Day 16
Prompt: Frigid
Pairing: Loceit
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Deceit was woozy. Sleepy, almost. His head lolled against the back of his armchair, and his eyes fluttered on the verge of close for long moments before he snapped them open again. His entire body shuddered and he shrank in on himself, freezing despite the three blankets he had wrapped around him. The heat had gone out in Thomas’ apartment, and all the Sides were struggling.
“Deceit.” The Dark Side glanced up to see Logan hovering in the doorway to his room, his hand raised as if to knock.
“What do you want?” Deceit tried to snap, though there was very little edge to his voice. Still, he managed a snake-eyed glare that fell just below “menacing.” “Don’t you have dictionaries to read and ‘justice’ to deliver?””
“Well,” Logan said, stepping into the room, “I was reading my dictionary when I realized that you are probably suffering the most out of all of us.”
Deceit smirked. “Nice to finally be recognized.”
Logan didn’t react. “Quite. What I mean is, Deceit, is that your metabolism is slowing. Though you aren’t going through more severe symptoms of reptilian reaction to cold because you are half-human.”
“And did you come all the way over here just to tell me that?” Deceit sneered. “I am so much warmer now, Logan. Thank you.”
Logan approached the armchair. “I come to offer my body heat.”
“You what?” He couldn’t believe his ears. “You-”
“Believe that I could provide sufficient warmth to counteract the worst of the side effects.” Logan gestured to the empty space. “May I?”
After a minute of hesitation-- where Deceit felt strongly tempted toward laughing in the Side’s face-- the snake nodded, and scooted to allow Logan to sit.
Arms curled around him and Logan pulled him back against his chest, sinking back into the cushions so they were curled together.
It was oddly comfortable, and Logan was oddly warm, his body seeming to radiate heat that Deceit gladly absorbed, until the shivering finally stopped and he was able to relax, head bobbing.
“Are you feeling any better?” Logan asked some time later, peering at him through his thick glasses. But he wouldn’t get any answer; Deceit was fast asleep.
#egochristmas#egochristmas2019#sanders sides#loceit#deceit sanders#logan sanders#fanfiction#lostandwandering#my writing#lost writing tag#fluff#hurt/comfort
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Ego-Christmas [2018]
#6 Angel
Chica is a dog I love ever since she was revealed. Three years later I still love the pupper with all my heart and even the new addition Henry, but he'll be possibly in another drawing ;)
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@jim-protection-squad wanted a side by side of Mark and Ethan’s gingerbread house from last year and Jack’s house for this year. I’m not naming names but I think SOMEONE is better at building houses……or just building in general
@therealjacksepticeye
@markiplier
@crankgameplays
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They kissu
Day One of Ego Christmas - Mistletoe
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The Jims have all hung up their stockings by the fireplace for St. Nick to find!
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Egochristmas #12: Cider
Okay, so this one barely got written. I was able to squeeze a little bit of time between study sessions, so yay! I had no idea what to do for this one, so I just started writing the Jims and they did most of the work for me.
You can also read it here
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“The apples hide within, Jim,” Field Reporter Jim whispered, gesturing at a locked door, “But how do we enter the sealed abode? Perhaps a key will get us in! Or perhaps a torch to melt the lock! Or! Perhaps a diversion to entice the candy man from his hiding place!”
Cameraman Jim flipped around at the sound of footsteps behind him, pointing his beloved camera at the demon rounding the corner. His fellow Jim continued talking, but Jim found the demon much more interesting than Jim’s ramblings.
The demon looked up from the phone in his hands at the sound of Jim’s voice and rolled his eyes, pocketing the device and stopping in front of the Jims. He placed his hands behind his back and eyed them, “And what are you two doing, dare I ask?”
Field Reporter Jim jumped at the demon’s voice, letting out an unbecoming squawk, “Demon! Jim, the demon has discovered our plot! We must run, Jim! Run!”
Jim scurried away, rounding the corner before he collapsed. Cameraman Jim followed, keeping his camera focused on the demon.
When he was safely out of the demon’s sight, he stopped and zoomed in on the demon’s face. A shiver went down his spine at the gaze. What anger! Surely, if any man looked directly into such fury he would be turned to stone! Thank goodness for his trusty camera. The demon glared down in their direction before he stepped up to the candy man’s door and rapped on it. Jim sucked in a breath of air. What would happen when the door opened? No Jim had ever seen the two warring heads interact. Perhaps there would be a bloody war. Or maybe a simple fisticuffs. Or perhaps one would destroy the other with a single move.
Jim looked down at his fellow Jim then back to the patiently waiting demon. Surely Jim would understand? Without thinking too much about his decision, Jim rolled to the other side of the hall, lying flat on his stomach, his camera trained on the demon and the door. Luckily, the demon didn’t notice him.
Soon the door opened and the candy man appeared, a wide grin brightening his curly mustache, “Darkipoo! What brings you to my humble abode?”
The demon rolled his eyes at the greeting. Jim waited expectantly. Would this be the end of the shaky peace treaty between the two?
“Wil, I believe the Jims are expecting some of your cider. Two of them were just loitering out here a few moments ago.”
“Ah, yes! I was wondering when they would drop by! Where are they now?” the candy man questioned. He looked down the hall and Jim felt a sense of pride. Sneaky Jim had taught him well. Even the candy man could not see him!
“I’m afraid I might have scared them off.”
There was an element of sadness underneath the demon’s annoyance and Jim looked up at him surprised. Was he imagining things?
The candy man smiled softly, “Don’t worry, Darky. They’ll get used to you eventually. They like The Host, after all. You remember how uncomfortable he made them at first. You’re just a little more… intense.”
“I know, Wil. Thank you. Now might I have that cider? I may as well get it for them while I’m here. Who knows when they’ll think to come back.”
The candy man grinned cheekily, “Sure thing. But I think a little bit of payment is in order first,” he leaned forward and closed his eyes, his lips puckered.
The demon rolled his eyes, “Really, Wil? It’s not even for me.”
The candy man raised his eyebrows expectantly.
Jim watched in confusion. Was this some kind of demon ritual?
The demon sighed and leaned forward as well, softly pressing their lips together. Jim gasped at the sight. They were lovers! What a story this would be!
“Okay, now hand over the cider,” the demon drawled, pulling away slowly.
The candy man grinned, “As you wish, my dear,” he disappeared for a moment before coming back with a basket of bottles.
Jim almost started to drool. The candy man’s apples were so close yet so far. He zoomed in on the basket, his stomach clenching when he realized that he would still have to go through the demon to get his hands on the prize. If only Thieving Jim was here! He would know what to do!
The demon started down the hall towards Jim and he panicked. He scrambled back across the hall, crouching next to Field Reporter Jim. Even Sneaky Jim couldn’t get out of this situation.
The basket thumped to the ground in front of Jim and he squeaked, looking up at the demon in terror. The demon scowled back at him. No! He was not scowling! A small smile was pulled onto his lips and Jim was in awe.
“Give Mother Jim my regards,” the demon rumbled before he turned and walked away.
Jim watched him leave, flipping his camera from the basket to the demon’s back until he was out of sight. He looked down at Field Reporter Jim and placed the camera next to his hip, grabbing the basket and placing it on his lap. He pawed through the bottles, inspecting each one for any signs of tampering. When he found none, he looked back up at where the demon had disappeared.
Perhaps the demon was not a character to be feared. Perhaps he could be an ally to the Jims. Something told Jim he would be a very good ally indeed.
#egochristmas#the jims#darkiplier#wilford warfstache#darkstache#not a lot#but it's there#my writing#fanfiction#i love the jims so much
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Ego Christmas Day 2-hot chocolate I’m like ten minutes late but I love soft Dark too much not to share
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25 Days of Egos- Day 1: Mistletoe
Marvin never expected this to happen when he put the spell on the mistletoe.
Well, technically Chase was the one to come up with the idea, but it was Marvin’s own fault for falling for it.
So now here he was, stuck in the doorway to the kitchen, unable to move until someone else got trapped under the tiny plant. And the only way to break the spell was to kiss.
Oh, he was so going to hex Chase when he got out of this.
“Marvin??”
The magician turned around to see none other than Jackieboy Man staring curiously at him. Marvin flushed in embarrassment, and was grateful that his mask covered most of his face so that it hid his expression from the superhero.
“Oh. H-hi, Jackie.” Marvin stammered. Immediately he started to curse himself for his stupidity in his head. Why did he have to be the one to find him?? This was going to ruin everything. Stupid Chase.
“Are you alright??” Jackie asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Marvin didn’t know if Jackie was concerned about him or was just wondering why he was standing in the middle of a doorway like an idiot.
“Y-yeah, of course!!” Marvin exclaimed, flinching as he realized he had just shouted in Jackie’s ear. Smooth, Marv. Now he definitely knows something’s up.
“Are you sure??” Jackie asked, confusion evident in his tone. Marvin deflated, figuring it was better to get it over with now than have some other poor soul- or worse, Anti- get trapped and be forced to participate in this mess of a holiday tradition.
“No.” Marvin stated, sounding a little sullen as he admitted the truth. “I put a spell on the mistletoe that would keep whoever walked under it stuck until they were kissed by someone else under the spell, and now I’m trapped in the doorway until someone else falls for this stupid thing.”
Jackie quickly glanced up at the mistletoe before turning his gaze back to Marvin, an unreadable expression on his face. “Have you tried to break the spell with your wand??”
Marvin’s face flushed even more, and he rubbed his hand behind his neck as he refused to meet Jackie’s eyes.
“Well, you see…” Marvin started, dragging on the last word. “I uh, I may have left my wand in the kitchen after I performed the spell, and I was going back to get it when I got stuck.”
Jackie peered into the kitchen, and was able to see Marvin’s wand lying innocently on the counter from where he was standing. He stood for a moment, his eyes flicking back between the mistletoe and the magician, before he finally came to a conclusion.
“Well, I guess then I’m going to have to get you out.”
Marvin’s eyes widened considerably, and he paled as he realized what Jackie’s plan was. “B-but the only way to break the spell is to kiss!!”
Jackie’s eye had a hidden gleam to it, and he smirked as he stepped closer to the boundary of the spell.
Marvin tried to convince Jackie to stay back, that it wasn’t worth it for both of them to be trapped, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. As Jackie finally was encased in the spell’s confines, he noticed that Marvin stepped back a little bit to make some room for him, even though they were restricted to the width of the doorway.
“We can probably get away with j-just kissing on the cheeks.” Marvin said, twiddling his thumbs as he seemed to close in on himself. “It technically fulfills the requirement for the spell, and then we can just move on and forget about this-”
“What if I don’t want to??” Jackie interrupted. Marvin’s head whipped up as he stared at Jackie, his mouth agape.
“W-what??”
“I said,” Jackie took a step towards Marvin, his eyes gazing into Marvin’s soul. “What if I don’t want to??”
And with that, Jackie cupped Marvin’s face into his hands, and kissed him firmly on the lips.
Marvin let out a gasp of surprise, but let his eyes flutter shut as he started to return the kiss. It was slow and unsure at first, but they quickly fell into a rhythm and started increasing the intensity as they grew confident that the other wouldn’t pull away. Marvin pushed down Jackie’s hood so he could entangle his fingers in the hero’s hair, and in response Jackie pushed Marvin against the doorway. It was like time had stopped, and they were the only thing that was real in each other’s worlds. They felt like they could do this forever.
Until they heard the sound of a photo being taken.
“Got ‘em!!” Chase yelled, taking a second to scroll through his pictures of the couple. Marvin and Jackie’s eyes burst open and they jumped back from each other as the moment dissipated. Marvin winced as his head slammed into the doorway, having had nowhere else to go, and he rubbed the sore spot to try to soothe the injury.
“Chase!!” Jackie exclaimed, a little irritated at the man for ruining the moment.
“Well, it was about time you two got together!! You two were just lollygagging and hoping the other would say something, I just finally made it happen!!” The father said, trying to defend himself. His eyebrows suddenly rose as he remembered something important. “Oh hey, I gotta tell Schneep about this. He owes me twenty dollars!!”
Before Jackie could get a word in, Chase turned around and took off in the direction he came from, disappearing around the corner in a flash. The hero let out a frustrated sigh and turned back to Marvin, an unconscious smile tugging at his face as he laid eyes on the magician.
“Do you wanna go after him, or…” He trailed off, hoping that Marvin could understand what he was trying to say.
Marvin glanced in the direction Chase went before his eyes met Jackie’s once again. “I’ll let him off the hook for now. It’ll make our revenge taste so much sweeter if he’s not expecting it.”
Jackie hummed in response as his eyes flicked to Marvin’s lips. “And for now??”
“For now,” Marvin leans in and pecks Jackie’s lips, quickly pulling back to speak. “I’m fine with just staying here and kissing you.”
Jackie looks gobsmacked for a second, but then a lovestruck grin appears on his face. “You know what?? I’m fine with that too.”
#egochristmas#jacksepticeye#marvin the magnificent#jackieboy man#marvelsepticeye#marvin x jackieboy#egochristmas day 1#River’s Writing
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Wilford, upon seeing that Anti is also wearing a huge bow: clearly one of us is going to have to change.
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Day 01. Mistletoe
Summary: It's an Ego Christmas party! Anyone who's anyone is there! (Pairings: Dr. Iplier/The Host, darkstache, and a surprise crackship) Prompt one for EgoChristmas. Enjoy~
The room was bubbling with cheerful laughs and happy, splendid air. The fireplace crackled, the tinsel shimmered, and instrumental Christmas music played quietly in the background as everyone mingled happily. Christmas time, when nothing bad happened, when everyone got along, and all were welcome.
This was the Host and Dr. Iplier's first Christmas as a couple. The blind man sat by the fire as his love got him a cup of eggnog, wearing a Christmas sweater that said "He Sees You When You're Sleeping".
"Welcome back." The Host smiled, startling Dr. Iplier. "You didn't get eggnog?"
"Stop doing that." Dr. Iplier huffed, leaning down and kissing the Host's cheek. "Your Sight is going to give me a heart attack one day."
"I'm sorry dear." The Host hummed, not at all sorry. "But, where is the egg nog?"
"Well... I wanted you to come with me to get it." Dr. Iplier told him, sounding nervous for some reason. "There's something by the refreshments table I want to show you."
The Host shrugged and got off the couch. He put his hand on Dr. Iplier's shoulder, trusting him to lead him instead of using his Sight.
They stopped all of a sudden. The Host frowned, using his Sight for a second to look around. "We... we are standing in a doorway?"
"There's, uh, something on this doorway." Dr. Iplier said quietly, turning the blind man to face him. "Hanging, from the uh, top."
"What is it?" The Host asked, though he already had a guess, as he started to close the gap between his and Dr. Iplier's lips.
"Mistletoe." The good doctor whispered before pressing their lips flush against each other and holding the Host as close as he could.
Viv, formally known as Gultch Mark, had seen the whole thing. "Wow, that was so smooth!" He taunted, earning him a finger from Dr. Iplier. Viv rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Stupid Christmas party." He grumbled.
"I don't think it's stupid at all!" Enis said, the vampire and Dodger having been invited to come.
"Yeah, mistletoe kisses are cute Mar-, er, Viv." Dodger said between mouthfuls of Christmas ham.
Enis grinned and nodded. "Yeah! They are!"
What Enis and Dodger weren't telling Viv was that he was standing under mistletoe himself. Had been all night long. Viv just rolled his eyes.
He was about to make another snarky remark, when someone bumped into him. Viv turned to see Cameraman Jim, the quietest and most shy of the Jims living there. Jim looked stunned, and then turned a bright red as he realized what had they were standing under.
"What?" Viv asked, confused and a little irritated. Jim shyly pointed up, and Viv glanced up. "What the hell?!" He turned back to his friends. "Has this been here the whole time?!"
"Yep." Dodger stated.
"Dodger didn't wanna tell you so I didn't say anything." Enis told Viv, sounding a little guilty.
Viv groaned. He faced Cameraman Jim, who looked nervous, but also really excited. Viv rolled his eyes and leaned down for what should've been a quick peck, but come to find out, Jim had other plans.
The kiss was sweet, and held an air of innocence, but lasted a lot longer than it should have. And Viv... was kinda liking it.
When Jim finally pulled away, he was bright red. It was almost kinda cute. "Uh... thank you." The timid Jim said quietly. "I um... liked that."
"Ye-yeah, me too." Viv replied, looking frazzled. Before anything else could be said, Jim dashed off to the other Jims.
From across the room, Weatherman Jim yelled, "But that's the guy you have a crush on."
Viv groaned and buried his face in his hands, blushing.
Dodger grinned. "I ship it."
"Where's Wilford? I'm sure he'd love to hear about that!" Bim laughed. "Wilford?"
"I ain't seen him for a while." Ed said, drinking out of his flask. "Ain't seen Dark either."
So the egos searched the house, unaware that Dark and Wilford were on the grounds. Wilford was blindfolded, letting Dark lead him. "Where are we going?" He huffed. "Daaaarrrk we're missing the party!"
"We're almost there." Dark soothed. After a few more minutes, Dark stopped and took off Wilford's blindfold. "Voila."
Wilford gasped at the sight in front of him. "Oh... Dark..."
The gazebo was adorned with shining Christmas lights, the white of the lights letting off a warm glow. Dark, evergreen garland was snaked around each post. Hanging from the center of the gazebo was a single piece of mistletoe.
Wilford stepped into the gazebo, eyes glistening from the pure joy he felt. Dark stepped in after him, extending out his hand and bowing. "Care for a dance?"
"Dark..." Wilford smiled, accepting his hand. The two started to dance a slow waltz, and Wilford rested his head on Dark's shoulder. "I love you so, so much." He whispered.
"I love you too." Dark whispered back, keeping him close as their waltz slowly dissolved into a sway, then the sway stopped. The two, who had seen each other at their best, and worst, who loved each other more than words could say, just held each other beneath the mistletoe.
It was Wilford who pulled away, but only far enough so he could kiss his love. Dark reciprocated the kiss, matching the strength and passion Wilford had kissed him with. Wilford held Dark's cheek in his hand, and Dark held him tighter by the middle.
It felt like an eternity had wrapped itself in a small moment, given just to them, for that one kiss. And while neither wanted to let go, eventually they did return to the party.
All in all, it was the best Christmas party the Egos had thrown in years.
#egochristmas#markiplier egos#darkstache#darkiplier#wilford warfstache#the host/dr. iplier#dr. iplierst#dr. iplier#the host#jims#cameraman jim#the survivalist#viv#gultch mark#dodger#enis#nancy's writings
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EgoChristmas- Day 11
Prompt: Fruitcake
Pairing: some Danti, some Darkstache
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Dark was walking down the hall when Anti popped into existence in front of him, stopping the entity dead in his tracks. In his hands he held something lumpy and rectangular that Dark would’ve thought was a brick if he didn’t know any better.
But, of course, he did know better.
“Merry fuckin’ Christmas,” Anti announced before he could comment, dropping the brick-thing into his hands.
“Is this- is this a fruitcake?” It was hard as a rock and just as heavy, studded with different colored fruit that more resembled blobby gumdrops than fruit. “What is the meaning of this?”
“The Jims gave it to me,” Anti said, a frown fizzling at the edges of his mouth. “Said it was my ‘Christmas present.’”
Dark snorted, handing it back. “No thanks.”
“Ah, come on, Darkie,” Anti whined. He vanished, then re-manifested just over Dark’s shoulder, face split into a malicious grin. He dangled the fruitcake in front of Dark’s face.“I’ll be your best friennndddd . . .”
Dark groaned, starting once more down the hall, where peace and quiet surely awaited him in his office. “No, Anti. Go find someone else to annoy.”
“Well fuck you-” Anti began, only to pause suddenly, then laugh to himself, high-pitched and near-hysterical. Dark didn’t turn to see why he was doing so, but he did hear the snap-pop of electricity as Anti disappeared.
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“The fuck is this?” Something lumpy and brick-shaped and strangely familiar thunked to his desk, prompting Dark to sigh and set down his pen before lifting his head to meet Wilford’s gaze. Clearly he’d been in the middle of a shoot; make-up smudged his face in whites and pinks and cherry lipstick painted his lips bright red. The sight might’ve been humorous had Wilford not been trying to kill him with a glare.
“The fuck is this?” Wilford repeated, gesturing to the fruitcake sitting on his desk.
“Is there a problem?” Dark asked, tone kept carefully bored. Uninterested. Indifferent, even.
“Uh, yeah!” Wilford exclaimed, incredulous. “That little green asshole that’s always hangin’ around gave me this and told me it was my Christmas present from you.”
Dark arched an eyebrow. “And you believed him?”
“So you have a different present planned?” Wilford beamed and stepped around Dark’s desk, draping himself over the entity’s shoulders, cooing, “oh, don’t tell me! I do love surprises.”
Dark rolled his eyes. “I’ll do my best to keep you in suspense.”
“Lovely!” Wilford pressed a lipstick-ed kiss to his cheek, leaving a vivid mark against his gray skin. “Get rid of that fruitcake, though. It’s a monstrosity.”
He disappeared in a puff of pink, leaving Dark alone with the fruitcake sitting on his desk.
Dark glanced at it, then groaned and buried his face in his hands.
#egochristmas#egochristmas2019#darkstache#danti#darkiplier#wilford warfstache#antisepticeye#markiplier egos#jacksepticeye egos#writersofmark#writersofjack#writersofmarkandjack#fanfiction#lostandwandering#My writing#lost writing tag#fluff#humor#q
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#egochristmas Day 14- Gingerbread
I’m sorry. I haven’t been feeling well today and my wrist is really sore so this is the best I can do right now
#egochristmas#markiplier#markiplier fanart#markiplier fandom#mark fischbach#youtube#youtuber#darkiplier fanart#darkiplier#wilford warfstache#warfstache#googleplier#google#the host#the host markiplier#dr iplier#bing#bingiplier#luci morningstar#morningstar draws
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Ego Christmas 2: Hot Chocolate
Chase no
That's too much
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THEY BE BROS OK (And this may not be Christmas themed but I really just wanted to draw them hanging out) Day Two of Ego Christmas - Hot Chocolate
#chase brody#bingiplier#googleplier#egochristmas#google oliver#chase bro average#bing#septic egos#iplier egos#drawn by me#digital art#fanart
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🎄 Ego Christmas Day 1: Mistletoe 🎄
You know all you want for Christmas is Dark.
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Egochristmas #23: Carols
I was thinking about Welcome to Night Vale when I wrote this
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Wilford slammed the door shut, pressing against it, looking over his shoulder frantically, “They’re almost here, Dark! What are we going to do?”
Dark swore and paced back and forth, muttering to himself, “We should have been prepared for this. It was stupid of us to think they were harmless.”
“It’s too late for that now! We need to come up with a plan or else we’re going to be corralled into a carol!” Wilford cried.
The two men froze as a sound filled their ears. It was quiet but was steadily growing louder, the sound of several voices singing.
Wilford paled, “I can’t become one of them, Dark. It will drive me mad!”
“You’re already mad,” Dark snarled, glaring at the door, “But you’re right. If either of us joins their ranks, there will be no stopping them. We can’t fall to their singing tricks.”
“So what are we going to do?!”
The singing was getting louder. The familiar tune of The Twelve Days of Christmas began to shake the walls. Dark gritted his teeth and pressed against the door with Wilford, his shell cracking. The high pitched ringing that followed him around grew louder but it was nothing compared to the singing.
He hurriedly thought of a plan, “Wil, do you have any cider on you?”
The mustached man nodded, “Of course. I carry it with me always.”
“Good,” Dark growled, “This is going to be risky but it’s the only chance we’ve got. When they get here, let them in and throw the cider. Hopefully, it will distract them long enough for us to escape.”
Wilford nodded, “What if they don’t take the bait?”
Dark met his eyes, looking grim, “Then we’re good as dead.”
They waited apprehensively until the singing was almost deafening. Dark stepped away from the door and Wilford steeled himself, yanking it open with a flourish only a Warfstache could achieve.
Outside, all of the Jims were circled around the door, their faces split into wide smiles and their eyes unfocused. The other egos were with them, painful looking smiles etched onto their own lips. No one was supposed to smile like that except for a Jim. It was unsettling.
“Wil! The cider!”
Dark’s holler jolted him from his horror and he fished in a pocket, pulling out a small container full of golden cider. He glanced at it sadly, then back at the carolers. Their grins seemed to have gotten bigger. He chucked the cider over the group’s heads, watching as they slowly turned, moving as one, and shambled over to the container. Their singing continued but Dark’s idea had worked.
Wilford quickly, but quietly, shut the door and turned to Dark, “How are we getting out?”
Dark gestured for Wil to come closer, “We’re teleporting.”
Wilford stepped over to Dark and took the man’s hand, squeezing his eyes shut in preparation for the sickening jolt that came with teleportation. Dark took a deep breath and his aura began to groan and creak, snapping around him like a light show.
Right before they disappeared, the last notes of the The Twelve Days of Christmas rang through the air and a new song began. Dark felt his heart sink.
“I don’t want a lot for Christmas. There is just one thing I need.”
Wilford’s eyes snapped open and his hand went slack in Dark’s. A smile crept onto his face. Dark hissed and teleported away, keeping a strong grip on Wil’s hand. He couldn’t afford to let the Jims become more powerful. If they got their hands on Wilford…
He shuddered. He didn’t even want to think about what they would do with that kind of power.
They landed in his room and Dark immediately tossed Wilford onto the bed. The mustached man was still smiling giddily, his eyes going in and out of focus. Dark leaned over him, grimacing. The song had taken hold. If he didn’t snap out of it, Dark was screwed.
“Wilford.” He growled, tugging on one end of the curly mustache. No response. He growled and slapped the man’s cheek lightly, “Warfstache, snap out of it!”
Still no response. The man seemed to be falling into more of a daze, his smile getting bigger. Dark cursed and stepped back. He didn’t know what to do. But he had to do something. He chased ideas around in his head, idly walking around the room. What was something that always distracted Wil? Something that was quick and easy and would have an instantaneous effect.
The answer hit Dark in the back of the head. Literally. He turned and glared at whatever had smacked him and his eyes widened. Hanging from the ceiling was a bowtie Dark was planning on giving Wil. A small tag was attached to it, Dark’s handwriting scrawled over it.
To Wil
With Love
Dark
Of course. Nothing distracted Wilford more than a surprise kiss. Striding over to the bed, Dark cupped Wilford’s face and leaned down, kissing him forcefully. For a moment, there was no response and Dark was beginning to think he had been wrong. Then Wilford’s fingers bunched into his hair and pulled him closer, making him stumble onto the bed ungracefully.
They laid there for several minutes, slowly making out. Dark was half on top of Wilford, resting on his elbows so he didn’t squish the man. Wilford didn’t seem to mind that thought too much, however. He kept tugging Dark impossibly closer, deepening the kiss every time he did so.
Before they could break the kiss, the sound of singing interrupted them. They tore away from each other and stared at the door in horror.
“How did they know we would be here?” Wilford whispered.
Dark cursed and smacked his forehead, “Of course! They have The Host with them! I shouldn’t have been so stupid!”
Wilford patted his shoulder, “Calm down. They haven’t got us yet.” His expression turned mischievous, “The Jims have always been innocent buggers. Perhaps if we continue from where we left off we can use that innocence against them. Embarrass them right out of the room.”
Dark shook his head, “As much as I would like to, I’m afraid that won’t work. The Jims are not themselves right now. We have to come up with something else, something that Host won’t be able to predict.”
The singing had gotten closer and now Wilford could tell what they were saying. He paled, “Dark…”
Dark turned to the door and listened carefully. After a moment, he deflated, “Shit. They know us too well.”
The caroling group had split into two songs. The clear notes of All I Want for Christmas were still ringing through the air but now they were joined by the catchy hop of You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch.
Dark sighed and took Wilford’s hand, raising it to his lips gently, “There is nothing we can do against them, Wil. I’m sorry. While our time together was short, I immensely enjoyed it.”
Tears welled in Wilford’s eyes and he lurched forward, wrapping his arms around Dark, “You are such a dork and I love you.”
They held each other as the singing continued to get louder. The door burst open and the carolers filed in, their grins wider than should be physically possible.
Dark felt his favorite Christmas carol reverberate in his head, overtaking everything else until all he was aware of was the man he held in his arms. After a moment, even that didn’t register. All he knew was Christmas and singing. All he could do was spread the joy to everyone.
The next morning, Dark decided he hated everything.
He slowly sat up, grimacing as his muscles protested the movement. He looked around, pressing a hand to his throbbing face. It felt like someone had taken a bat to his mouth. He looked down at Wilford, who was still slumbering next to him. He couldn’t have been the cause of this pain. Dark didn’t remember doing anything with the man yesterday and sex with Wilford was a hard thing to forget.
There was a soft knock on the door. He glared at it and grumbled for the intruder to enter. A Jim poked his head in, looking around nervously.
“Sorry for disturbing the demon’s slumber,” he yammered, “but the Jims wanted to thank the demon and the candy man for the assistance of the Jim Choir. With only four of us here, we were sure our tradition would be weak and unmemorable. But because of your help, it was perhaps the best Choir us Jims have taken part of.” He grinned at Dark and then disappeared, shutting the door with a quiet click.
Dark’s brows scrunched in confusion. The Jim Choir? What the hell? Suddenly, memories of hiding from the caroling Jims flooded his brain. He shuddered at the memory of losing control because of that damn Grinch song. He knew he never should have told anyone about that.
Wilford stirred next to him, sitting up and leaning heavily against him. He rubbed one of his cheeks and stared at Dark accusatorily, “What the hell did we do last night?”
Dark shook his head, “Trust me. You don’t want to remember.”
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