Jealous- Anti To JJ

Times Up

Description: Happy 4th year anniversary to KJSE :)

(TW: for blood, existential dread, character death, a knife, possession, ticking of a clock)

Tick. Tock.

The doctors eyes blinked in synchronization with the clock on the wall, it was the only way to keep calm. To think straight. The man before him paced and hurried around, up and down. Up and down. It would be on this date, wouldn’t it? The moment his own internal clock decided to finally stop.

Tick  And tock.

“His body doesn’t belong to you.” Schneep said quietly, but it was enough. Black soulless eyes met his own, the mustache quivered, lips forming a terrible smile. The voice that came out, forced, hoarse, unnatural, grated into the doctor’s ears, “Oh. I know. Poor poor puppet. Did you know how hard he fought me doctor. For a man who’s mute this one bites~. His body might not be mine. But he’ll do. Of course, none of this would have happened if it wasn’t for you~.”

A pause. As the hands on the clock moved closer to his inevitable doom. His knuckles were white as he gritted his teeth, "You know as vell as I do, glitch. That ….what happened to Jack was your fault. Not mine. Yours.” A snarl as he felt the air whizz beside him, an inhuman claw nearly missing his face by inches as Anti only chuckled, calming down. The eyes turned what would be a normal shade of blue. But Schneep knew better, it hardly showed what little was left of the man he had gotten involved. Now that…..was his fault.

Tick. Tock.

Like Jack before him, Jameson had no idea what he was dealing with when he got here. Neither did Schneep, for that matter, perhaps…..No. Marvin hardly knew either. He heard the tsking sound from the monsters mouth, mixing with the sound of the clock It ticked ever longer. He no longer felt warm, it took a moment to realize the knife was in his heart. Blood blossomed as it beat slower and slower, quickly and quietly failing him, as the man chuckled above him, “What does matter doc, is that you’ve been a thorn in my side for far too l҉̙̙̬͎̥o̡̠͓̦͎ng. And right now? Your times up.”

He felt like he was floating, an odd sense of peace coming over him as he drew breath after breath, a star lighting up in his mind as he begged for the man in the bed in the other room not to hate him. To wake up. To remember he was good. He was good. And with that final thought, the doctors heart finally stopped. The man above him sighed, shaking his head once, and walking out the door, as the clock struck 12, and time marched on.

Tick. Tock.

(A/N: So, originally I wrote this when my power was out on July 22nd, during which I decided when my power returned on the 24th, I would make this an anniversary writing, since KJSE’s 4th anniversary was coming soon, and I felt like it was at least appropriate to wait a while after FIFTEEN MONTHS given the context of the matter and the state of the fandom concerning the egos. In any case, I’m writing all this on the 24th, so who knows, something might’ve happened involving the egos, and if this in anyway is a jinx in that case, I’m sorry???? Oops??? Anyway, you know the drill, if you want to be added to the tag list, give me a shout via ask, DM or comment below and I’ll be sure to add ya :P)

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“They won’t take you away from me ever again.” -Puppet Master

His heart hammered against his chest, fury unleashing as the man in front of him went limp after a crack resonated within the room. Anyone else would’ve found it strange that someone screaming and begging for their life would go silent out of nowhere.

Yet... if you looked closely, a web of royal blue strings stretched through the space, some of the thin strings wrapped tightly around their limbs and twisted necks. Seeing their panic as they fought the invisible force that his strings carried was amusing. The men dancing like mindless puppets while the thread sliced their limbs. One false move and the steel-like strings would swiftly slice of heads and limbs.

Disgusting pests.

The dapper moved his fingers though as he moved them, the bodies started falling to the ground one by one, emitting a dull thud as they made contact with the ground. He took slow steps, the web of strings slowly dissolving as he got closer to what he was looking for. The coldness in his sapphire eyes melts away as he sees Henrik slumped against the wall and worry is quick to strikes his heart. Jameson runs, soon letting himself fall to his knees as he cradles Henrik in his arms.

Thankfully Henrik hadn’t witnessed any of that. Jameson wouldn’t know what measures he’d have to take in order to make Henrik forget. At the end... He wouldn’t want to scare him away. He wouldn’t want to think he’s that glitch—

But Jameson is nothing like Anti. He uses this new found power to protect the one he cares about.

“{You are safe now... Know that no one will dare lay another finger on you.}” The dapper whispered in Henrik’s mind. However, anger is quick to return. It’s all his fault... That idiotic hero. Good for nothing... What kind of hero would put someone in danger like that? If Henrik wasn’t as selfless as he is towards Jackie then this wouldn’t had happen. Jackie is the one to blame here, him and him alone.

“{They won’t take you away from me ever again...}” Jameson vowed. “{I will make sure that hero answer for his crimes...}”

I spent like all day yesterday on this cuz hyperfixation go brrrrr

Also go follow me on Tik tok I’m gonna try to do more stuff on there ✌️

How about a little Jameson Jackson Closet Cosplay…?

These were a hell of a lot of fun to make! I admit I don’t own a bowler hat, but I wore the one I had backwards and it was totally fine. xD Anyway! Enjoy!

JJ belongs to: @therealjacksepticeye

Beanbag chair (yeah it’s two words sue me it’s one thing)

“Help! I’ve been eaten!” JJ cried from withing the depths of the giant beanbag.

Chase could barely speak through his laughter but managed to say, “I’ll get Marvin!”

The beanbag shook and wiggled as JJ desperately tried to find his way out.

Can you do a part 2 to the Henrik and Jameson neglect story? Maybe with him finding the guy who threatened him or telling one of his brothers whats going on?

(You know what? I don’t write the Septics od watch Jack anymore but fuck it, I’m feelin’ funky tonight and may as well give the boys another try. Plus, I just re-read it and the story made me sad, so let’s fix that.)

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three weeks.

It’s been... three weeks.

Not a word spoken to JJ, not a glance thrown his way.

Schneep had received more photos. Pictures taken through windows. Whoever this stalker is, they must be taking tips from Anti. It seems like they’re always watching.

“What did I do?” JJ signs, day after day.

Schneep doesn’t reply.

“What did I do?” JJ says with his slides.

Schneep pretends he doesn’t see it.

Marvin has taken over any and all of JJ’s medical care. Schneep didn’t ask him to. After that first incident... Marvin took it into his own hands.

... Schneep’s never felt so low in his life.

And the pictures are gleeful. Shots of him crying in his room (he’s since left the curtains shut at all times), shots of him ignoring a bleeding and sometimes sobbing JJ, shots of him just... just...

...

Jackie knocks on his door.

“Henrik?”

Schneep quickly wipes his eyes. If Jackie is using his first name, that means a very serious talk is about to take place. He needs to pretend as best he can.

“Yes?”

Jackie enters the room.

“Henrik, what the hell is going on with you and JJ?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. You’ve been ignoring him for weeks. You’re acting like he doesn’t fuckin’ exist.”

Schneep shrugs.

“Don’t srug it off, what’s wrong with you?! He’s a wreck! He thinks he did something wrong, and he’s blaming himself!”

Schneep feels tears spring into his eyes. “I have nothing to say.”

Jackie is incredulous. “Nothing to say? Fucking nothing to say?! What’s going on with you?!”

“I need to get back to work.”

“No, you need to-”

“I! Need! To! Work!”

Jackie stares.

“... Is it Anti?” he asks quietly.

Schneep scoffs. “I am not doing the glitching, am I?”

Jackie doesn’t look convinced. “Something’s not right with you.”

“Yes, it is you interrupting me. Shoo! Shoo!”

Schneep stands up, pushing, pushing!, Jackie out of the room.

He slams the door shut.

Jackie takes a moment to process what just happened.

... Because what the fuck just happened?

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JJ cradles his photo album as he sits on his bed.

What happened? He and Schneep were close. Why did it all just... vanish?

He wipes his eyes, and shakes his head. He needs fresh air. Maybe that will help. Right? Maybe a nice breath of fresh air will give him some clarity, some clue as to what he did wrong...

He goes over to his window, opens it wide as possible, and leans out.

The bushes below rustle frantically.

“Jumping junipers!”

JJ startles away from the window, and then looks out again.

The bushes are still.

... Perhaps it was some kind of wild animal?

He leans out further, trying to get a better look-

...

Is that...

His eyes widen.

He rushes out of his room, bumping into an angry and perplexed Jackie. 

“I think there was someone watching me from the bushes!”

“Was it Anti?” Jackie immediately jumps to.

“I don’t think so! But I think their clothes ripped, I swear I’ve seen a piece of fabric in the bushes just after receiving a terrible fright!”

“Show me!”

JJ leads Jackie outside, and points out the bush.

Jackie crawls under, and...

Yes, there it is. A bit of bright-red fabric. Sock material, it looks like.

He scowls. “JJ, you’re sleeping in Marvin’s room tonight.”

JJ nods, and quickly head back into the house, no longer feeling safe.

Jackie gets out from under the bush.

He hates when he has to do lookouts over their house. It’s been months, no sign of Anti, and he’d started to hope those days of fear and vigilance could truly be put behind him.

Apparently not.

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Jackie crouches at the top of a tree, eyes on the house. 

He’s been like this for hours. He’ll be like this for hours more. It’s well into the night, and though his eyes ache, he’s trained himself to be able to keep watch for a full twenty-four hours if need be.

Every little shape, every shadow, ever sound, it’s all potential danger to his family. It keeps the blood pumping, keeps his heart racing. 

And then he sees it.

It’s dark out, so it’s little more than a shadow. But it’s not an animal, he can tell that much. Animals don’t wear baseball caps.

He quietly slips through the trees, getting closer.

The shadow moves quickly. Practiced. Jackie’s blood runs cold, and his temper flares.

How long has this person been stalking them? And why?

He keeps following, ready to drop-

... They’re... going right past JJ’s room, now.

He thought they’d take more pictures than that. That was, what, two? They’d set up a dummy JJ in there, it looks like JJ is asleep in his bed, so why...

...

They’ve got an envelope...

...

Schneep’s room?

He watches them take out some kind of flat... something, and slowly, carefully, wedge Schneep’s window open just enough that they can slip the envelope through.

Jackie’s heart drops.

He climbs out of the tree, and grabs the person by the back of their shirt, yanking them away from the window as harshly as he can.

They yelp.

Schneep’s light comes on.

“Who the fuck are you?!” Jackie barks.

Schneep opens his window, and his eyes go wide.

“Answer me!” Jackie demands.

Marvin’s light goes on as well, and JJ’s head pops out of the window. His hands fly up to his mouth, and he rushes to Schneep’s room. Marvin and Chase follwo right behind.

“Let go of me!” the person says. “I’m fucking armed!”

“With what? This?” Marvin holds up a gun. 

The person’s face falls with fear.

“Thought so.”

“Chase, what’s in the envelope?” Jackie says, not taking his eyes off of the stalker.

Chase rips it open, and his eyes widen in horror. JJ takes a step back. Schneep is near tears.

Photos. Photos of Schneep sobbing, of JJ sobbing, JJ begging Schneep to speak to him...

“Is this why?” JJ signs, hands trembling.

Jackie is livid. “Why?” he growls.

The person looks at him, and realizes there’s no way out of this.

“Your hack of a brother killed mine,” the person says, spitting as they speak. “My brother trusted this idiot to save his life, and he died! So-”

“So if you couldn’t talk to your brother, Schneep couldn’t talk to his?” Chase  interrupts, digging through Schneep’s desk. He waves a little piece of paper, angry words scribbled in it’s lines. “Good evidence collecting, bro.”

“What kind of sick, twisted logic is that?” Marvin says, snarling. 

“It’s justice!” the person snaps.

“No, it isn’t,” Jackie says coldly. “But you’re sure as fuck going to find that out soon.”

“What does that-”

“Marv, knock him out.”

Blue and green magic shoots into the person’s skull, and they’re out like a light.

“You-” Jackie says, pointing at Schneep, “-should have fuckin’ told us what was going on.”

“I could not risk,” Schneep says, wiping his eyes. “Not JJ. He is out so often, and I could not warn him what to watch out for without knowing who this was...”

JJ cuts Schneep off by wrapping him in a hug.

“You thought you were protecting me, and I can hold no ill will against you for that. I’m just glad to know it wasn’t animosity, or something I-”

“You are my brother,” Schneep says, hugging JJ back tightly, “I would never wish to hurt you or let you be hurt! I am sorry, for all of these last weeks.”

“I accept.”

 The hug lasts a long time. 

They’re both just glad to have each other back.

Am i the Only one that Imagines Actor Mark hanging around with JJ? XD and he manipulates jj into Uh idk into trusting him

Ohh how very interesting! I fear JJ would be either too easily gullible, or too spitfire to allow it to happen! Actor has his ways and charms though, slipping like a snake through the lives of his characters. I’d imagine JJ becoming an interest to him due to JJ having a fling with Host right after being free from Anti, and Actor’s interest in him only peaks when he smells demon blood running through him, hears the river of time rushing in his ears at the sheer power of this unassuming boy. 

“Won’t you understand you’d be a perfect match to me,” he’d say, “With my storytelling and your time travel, we could make the world into anything we want!” And the only question now is whether Jameson would give in to the need for power after being traumatized for so long. Would he let this slippery snake into his world, perhaps just to feel useful or perhaps because the dripping gore from his mouth reminds Jameson of his Anti... 

Ok this idea just came to me so bear with me here.

Wilford warfstach

Jameson Jackson

Remus sanders

What do they have in common their mustaches🥸 so if they were to meet they could be…….

✨The Stach Bros✨

How cute

tiny hug

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Curiosity Killed the Cat (Part 2)

Something Dark

Anti throws Marvin onto the ground and the magician flies across the floor, his head knocking into the metal frame of a bed across the room. Marvin has barely a second to breathe before Anti glitches over and grabs him and pulls him up by his shirt. Marvin chokes and weakly grabs at Anti’s arms as the glitch leans in and growls.

“You got some explaining to do, kitten whiskers,” He snarls, his eyes flashing green. Marvin tries to swallow as he chokes out, “I-i haven’t done… a-anything-!”

“Exactly!” Anti shouts, throwing down Marvin again. The magician hits his head against the metal on the bed and his vision goes black for a second. He quickly shakes it off, rubbing his head as Anti draws closer. A quiet mumble behind Marvin has his shoulders tensing and he looks behind him to see Jack shifting in his sleep, a look of pain furrowing his brow. The heart monitor next to the youtuber spikes slightly as another quick exhalation escapes Jack’s mouth.

“Explain to me why he’s n̘̬̂͘ổ̧͖ẗ̛̪͔́ ͇̭̊̐a̙̱̐̀s̗̭̔͑ḷ̗̉̊ḙ͙̀̉e͔̞̓͘p̳̠̅̒,̨̡̈́̽ ͈̱̐̐k̞̭̓̾ị̪̎̿ṫ̩̻́ ̮̝̉͛k̡̗̍͊â̛̘̤ţ̿̔͜!̳̥̀͝"̬͓̋͌ The glitch snarls. Marvin scrambles away from both Jack and Anti as he tries to speak.

“I-i i dunno!” Marvin wheezes, “I-i’m trying the strongest m-magic i can!” A collection of glitches strikes Marvin in the face and his head snaps to the side, throwing his face into the wall. Marvin massages his face with a groan and gasps as he pulls his hand away to reveal blood. A knife sinks itself into the wall behind Marvin, snapping the magician’s attention back to the angry glitch.

“You need to try fucking harder!” Anti screams. “I can’t have him waking up!” The demon’s eyes seem to display a quiet desperation that doesn’t match his enraged expression. Marvin swallows and tries to stagger to his feet, blood dripping from his nose onto the tiles beneath him.

“I’m… doing…what I can…” Marvin rasps, holding his side as it burns from being tossed around. “I don’t know…what you want me to do…”

Marvin’s wrists fly up as Anti yanks on the green strings attached to magician, causing the man to be dragged across the floor, his face scrapping painfully against the tiles. Anti’s scruffed up sneaker cracks against Marvin’s skull as the glitch leans down to his level.

“I want you to do s̢̤̋͠ö̧̙́̄m̪̱̔̎ę͍̄͝t̙͓͒͑h̬͙͒̽i̛͖͍̇n̡̻͛̏g̡̜͑̃!͉̼͋̔"̨̹̈́͋ He barks darkly, digging his heel into Marvin’s head. “Or do i need to kill those pathetic friends of yours to get you working?”

Marvin coughs and looks up at the glitch. But his expression seems almost apathetic to Anti’s threat. Anti bares his fangs and reaches down to grab Marvin’s hair and he yanks it up roughly. Marvin cries out, pin pricks of tears clouding the corner of his vision.

“Or do i need to make you d̥̺̏̚i̧̱͗̕s͉̝̀̽a̹̫̔̆p̤̓̚͜p͙͖̊͝e͖̼̽̈́a͎͉͊̃r̰̖͑͘ ͇͖͐́ä͓̲́̿g͕͕͒̕a̮̦͑͆i̢̯͋̓n͈̣͋̈?̨̟̾̔"͉̻̅̅ ͚̤̊̚ he adds quietly, letting his words sink in slowly. Marvin’s eyes widen as he shakes and curls his hands into fists.

“Y-you can’t… You wouldn’t…” The magician mumbles brokenly.

“Oh but i can,” Anti giggles slightly, “Even with my little host waking up i still have enough power to make you fade in the most painful way possible.” Marvin’s shoulders shake violently as he tries to hide his terror.

“I could then go in and erase you from Jack’s mind… erase you from the fans’ minds… So you could never come back~” Anti whispers with glee, “ Or i could leave just enough of you floating around that you would be around but not enough you could reform…oh that sounds like it would be so much fun~!” Anti laughs madly, throwing Marvin’s head down as he stands up to full height, watching the small magician cower.

“And since you couldn’t do what i needed… I’ll just go get another puppet! I’m sure with JJ’s feeble little powers he could do something.. Maybe I could suck Jackie’s powers and-”

“Stop!” Marvin sobs, rising up on shaking arms. ”Just… stop… please…” He chokes out brokenly.

Anti regards the shameful display with a cold expression.

“Alright, but what will you do now Puppet?’

Marvin grits his teeth. “I… I’ll figure something out… He won’t wake up.. I’ll make sure of that.”

“You better,” The glitch snarls. He then turns heel and starts heading back through the door that leads to whatever room he’s locked the two up in. But before he stalks out, the demon pauses before he reaches into his pocket and pulls out an object. He throws it Marvin’s way.

“See if that’ll help you, kitten,” He calls out as he starts to close the door behind him, “And you better have something figured out soon. I’m not a patient man.” The door slams loudly shut behind the glitch, making Marvin flinch and curl in on himself.

Marvin peeks open his eyes to see what Anti had thrown him. Marvin crawls to the small item, his entire body sore from the beating he just took. Marvin carefully scoops it up and studies it.

It’s a small crocheted doll. With blue buttons eyes. The hair looks like it’s made of dark brown felt. It’s a Jack doll. Just holding it in his hands sends shivers down Marvin’s spine.

What the hell was he supposed to do with this?

Marvin settles his back against Jack’s bed frame as tears threaten to fall from his eyes. He listens to the quiet breathing and gasps from his creator with a heavy heart. He shouldn’t even be doing this. Jack didn’t deserve this. But if he didn’t… everyone would suffer. And he would disappear.

Marvin chokes on a quiet sob at the thought, curling in on himself and hugging the tiny doll to his chest.

His magic wasn’t meant for this. He trained his magic to either dazzle or help people. He never wanted his magic to hurt anyone. He didn’t want to control people.

He could hypnotize people, sure. But he never wanted to. And this was far beyond that now… Anti wanted Jack in a coma. Alive but asleep. Out of the way.

Marvin’s brain struggles to think of a solution. He thinks back to his time of studying magic. Hadn’t he read something similar to this?

A hazy memory swirls in Marvin’s head.

He’s younger, hanging out in the Phantom Dream Emporium after a training session with Phantom himself. The other figment had gone to get them food for a job well done. Leaving Marvin to man the shop while he was gone.

Marvin had gotten curious and decided to leaf through some books lining the book shelves. He felt drawn to the spine of certain book. The color of it was the blackest black Marvin had ever seen, bound with purple trim. There’s a certain hum of energy and power emanating from the book that sets Marvin’s nerves on fire as his fingers brushed against the tome, carefully sliding it from the shelf. The cover is blank, the pages yellowed by time and dog eared. Carefully Marvin pries the book open, almost with difficulty.

As Marvin skims through the pages, time seems to still. Marvin’s brain is on overdrive, trying to process as much information as he can from the book. Something inside him is screaming at him that this is wrong. He shouldn’t be reading this. But, there’s so much to learn from this. So much he had never known. Magic he hadn’t realized existed-

Suddenly the book is being pried away from him and Marvin cries out in protest. Phantom’s usual dark eyes spark with crimson fire as he glares at the young magician. Marvin swallows.

“You shouldn’t be reading this Marvin,” Phantom scolds quietly. He slams the book shut and slides it back into place.

“Why not?” Marvin bites back. “You’re teaching me magic, and that has magic i’ve never even heard of!”

Phantom purses his lips and growls slightly, “You aren’t powerful enough to use this magic. Nor is it suited for you.” Phantom shakes his head and loops his arm around the cat masked boy, putting on a dazzling smile. “C’mon kid-”

Marvin’s eyes shoot open as the memory fades. Sweat drips down his face. That book… he remembers some of the spells.

He knows what he can use now.

The magician swallows as he looks down at the doll Anti gave him. Who knew this would actually help him…. But he needs something else.

Marvin stands up on shaking legs and makes his way to the head of Jack’s bed. The youtuber is still sleeping quite restlessly, his eyes moving rapidly under his eyelids. Marvin feels numb for a second as he stares at Jack. His creator was never going to forgive him for this.

The boy swallows and reaches out, quickly taking some of Jack’s locks in his hand and yanking. Jack whimpers slightly as Marvin pulls a chunk of hair away from his head. Marvin takes the hair and stuffs it within the holes that make up the doll’s body.

Marvin then cradles the tiny doll in his hands, slowly concentrating on filling its body with his magic. He shuts his eyes, trying to think of Jack in his mind. Marvin’s fingertips feel like they’re being filled with electricity as he opens his eyes back up. He sees a small green glowing ball rising out of the doll and it floats gently above where its heart would be. The neon green color of the orb sets Marvin’s heart racing, the color too similar to Anti’s. Then he realizes it’s softer, bright but not blinding.

A gasp from behind him has Marvin turning around rapidly. Jack’s eyes have opened but they’re glowing the same soft green as the orb from his doll. A green light echoes the color on his chest. Marvin swallows and shakily turns his attention back to the doll.

Marvin reaches out and carefully takes the ball in his hand. Immediately Marvin hears Jack’s voice. His loud energetic cadence fills Marvin with warmth. His laughter echoes in Marvin’s ears and he smiles slightly. But Marvin quickly shakes off the smile, a serious frown taking its place. Marvin grips the orb and starts to push it back into the doll. He struggles to push it back however, the orb resisting the path. Marvin grits his teeth, his eyes flowing blue with power as he presses harder. The voice from the orb starts to change into something less pleasant.

Still the orb refuses to move. Marvin’s magic starts to fade from green blue to slightly purplish as Marvin forces it down with all his might. Suddenly Jack’s voice is screaming in Marvin’s head as the orb starts to disappear from the surface and dissolves back into the doll. The heart monitor beside Jack starts rapidly beeping in distress as the irishman grits and cries out in pain. Marvin shoves the orb down forcefully. A burst of purple magic rockets from the space, sending the doll flying out of Marvin’s hands.

The heart monitor’s sirens cut off. Jack quiets, his head slumping limping on his pillow, his eyes shut once again. His breathing is so quiet now, almost as if he’s not breathing at all. But the heart monitor continues its beeping, even though the heart rate is frighteningly low.

Marvin tries to catch his breath, his fingers alight with magic still. They feel like they’re burning. Marvin swallows, his arms shaking. He slowly turns around and looks down at Jack, wondering if his spell worked. Gently, Marvin brushes his fingers against his creator’s forehead.

Suddenly, Marvin can see what he seems to know is inside Jack’s head. It’s dark and silent. Expect for a slight noise. Marvin recognizes it though. He’d know that deranged glitching laughter anywhere.

The magician draws his hand away, guilt burning painfully in his stomach. Then his stomach actually begins to burn, the sudden change unbearable. Marvin cries out, his knees cracking against the tile as he whole body seems to be alight with a terrifying pain. Like the magic flowing through his veins had turned to liquid fire. Marvin shakily looks at his hand, trying to understand what could be happening. He sees his veins seem to glow a sinister looking purple under his skin.

The edges of Marvin’s vision is turning that same purple as well. The feeling of his chaotic untapped magic seems to capture Marvin in its grasp. The swirling essence claws around Marvin’s throat. Mavrin chokes, unable to breathe as he clumsily grasps his hands against his neck, his scar burning. Marvin feels like he’s being swallowed whole by this strange power as his vision tunnels, everything being tinted dark purple as his vision fades.

A strange strangled laugh is the last thing Marvin hears as his eyes begin to roll up into the back of his head, his body shutting down from the pain. Marvin’s blood runs cold as he realizes the laughter sounds like it came from him. Then he hits the ground with a sickening crack and everything falls silent.