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“Hey guys! My name is Chase Brody and this is Bro Average! Today, since it’s so close to Halloween, we’re going to do something spooky. Human Ouija board. Today my bros Henrik and Marvin are going to help me.” In all honesty, this was Marv’s idea. Henrik said he would’nt let us do this unless he was here. He’s just paranoid. It’s not like Anti will show or anything. I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself. Maybe... maybe I can talk to Jack. I.. no. “Okay bros, let’s do this!” So Marv paints the letters on me as Henrik watches. I try to smile and laugh, but what if...what if we can reach Jack this way? Maybe we can wake him up. What if we can? Noone notices that I’m faking a smile. Marv finishes, and I’m honestly nervous. Okay...breathe. I have to ask the questions. I just have to breathe. “Okay... is anybody here?” Nothing. But then the thing moves to yes. I feel warmth. This is...”Tell me your name.” If this is.. J-A-C-K. My heart catches in my throat. “Are you really...” YES. “Do you know my name?” C-H-A-S-E. Henrik and Marv look on with wide eyes. We keep at it like this for a while. Then my head starts to hurt...something’s off. Henrik and Marv don’t notice. The whole world slows down. Really. Like time almost stops. I feel sick. C-H-A-SE. “Jack?” No this... this isn’t...something  warm drips down my face. I put my hand up to my temple. Blood? Scars are not supposed to bleed. This isn’t Jack. My neck hurts, like someone is dragging something sharp across it. A thin line of blood seeps from the cut. No..No No no! “Anti.” B-I-N-G-O P-U-P-P-E-T. I can’t move. Statik flickers before my eyes. I can’t close them. M-Y P-U-P-P-E-T. I shouldn’t have done this. T-O-O L-A-T-E. I shouldn’t have tried to talk to Jack. The static buzzes in my brain. Blood pours from my temple. It’s too late. “Anti...” “Ģ̶̦̟̺͓͕̲̈́̆̅̓͐̇͛̕̚͝ͅo̷̡̺͋ǫ̴̤͓͙̹̙͙̱̺̯̠̈́̉̋͊͝ͅd̸̜͕̗̹͐̉̔̆͑̐̉̌̌̕͠͝ ̵̱͎̜́̐̈̀p̵̢̗̲̳̫͍͇͍͑̇͐̓̈̒̍̇͆̾̃̌̍́͝u̴͔͍̙͛͐̓̒̓̎̌͐̉͗͝p̵̫̯͇̺̝͓͈͇̋͒p̵̨̨̞̻̟̭̻̠̥̬͍͗̀̉̍̇͒͊̅̓͝ͅē̶̢̢̲̣̹̻̘̞̰̪̦̎̇͆̂͌̚͜͠t̶̨̧͇̳̺͎̞͎̦͋̑̍ͅ

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CHASE IS SO FUCKING DEAD

RIP MY MAN ITS BEEN NICE KNOWING YA

EgoIdol!AU : Members Profile

Jackieboyman :

Stage Name : JBM

Real name : Jackie ???

Position : Leader, Lead Rapper, Lead Dancer, Sub-Vocalist

Age : 24

Birth Date : July 10th 1996

Zodiac Sign : Cancer

Chinese Zodiac : Rat

Height : 181 cm

Nationality : Irish

Henrik Von Schneeplestein :

Stage Name : Henrik

Real Name : Henrik Von Schneeplestein

Position : Lead Dancer, Sub-Vocalist

Age : 26

Birth Date : September 15th 1994

Zodiac Sign : Virgo

Chinese Zodiac : Dog

Height : 183 cm

Nationality : German

Marvin The Magnificent :

Stage Name : Marvin

Real Name : Marvin ???

Position : Lead-Vocalist, Visual

Age : 25

Birth Date : August 11th 1995

Zodiac Sign : Leo

Chinese Zodiac : Pig

Height : 178 cm

Nationality : Irish - English

Antisepticeye / Antimatter

Stage Name : Anti

Real Name : ???

Position : Main Rapper

Age : 24

Birth Date : October 10th 1996

Zodiac Sign : Libra

Chinese Zodiac : Rat

Height : 179 cm

Nationality : Irish

Chase Brody

Stage Name : Chase

Real Name : Chase Brody

Position : Main Vocalist, Sub-Rapper, Visual

Age : 23

Birth Date : April 11th 1997

Zodiac Sign : Aries

Chinese Zodiac : Ox

Height : 176 cm

Nationality: American

Jameson Jackson

Stage Name : JJ

Real Name : Jameson Jackson

Position : Main Dancer, Sub-Vocalist, Youngest

Age : 20

Birth Day : October 31st 2000

Zodiac Sign : Scorpio

Chinese Zodiac : Dragon

Height : 175 cm

Nationality : English

Former Member : Jacksepticeye

Stage Name : Jack

Real Name : Sean McLoughlin

Position : Leader, Vocalist, Rapper

Idol!Chase

Main Vocalist, Sub Rapper, Visual

🔪HELLO OLD FRIENDS🔪

((this took me way longer than it needed to be my bad<3 ))

On the topic of pets, other than dark, what kind of pet does the rest f the cast have or want

((Artist NOTE: I want to thank all of you for being so patient with me. I know you haven't had an ask in a while and I apologize for that.

2024 didn't really end on a high note for me and my family. First, my aunt passed away, then my grandmother passed away a week later.

It's just been a lot, but luckily, I was able to get this one out, and I pray that 2025 is a better year.

Thanks again, and keep an eye out for more asks in the future.❤️💜🩵))

Anti loves sewing and crocheting....

:Septic Ego's:

I was in the mood to redraw the bois again...

Might for one for some of Marks Ego's soon.

Braver Than You Think

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With his feline mask resting in his hair, Marvin paced the room absentmindedly, one hand held close to his chest with his fingers twitching slightly as his focus was somewhere else, when Jackieboy Man suddenly peeked his head in the door. 

“Oh, Marv, thank God I found you,” he muttered as he rushed closer, the urgency in his voice abruptly shaking the magician from his train of thought. 

“Hm?” Marvin responded as he got his bearings again. Then his eyebrows furrowed with concern. “Jackie? What’s up? It’s… it’s not Anti again, is it?” 

“No, it’s…” the hero answered quietly, his eyes falling away as he let out a bit of a sigh. “It’s Chase. He’s… feeling low again. It’s not good.” 

“Oh, God,” Marvin said under his breath. “How bad is it this time?” 

“He found his way into Doc’s whiskey stash.” 

“Sh*t, really?” 

“Yeah. Doc and JJ are with him– they sent me out to look for you. We should really…” 

“No, no, of course,” the magician cut him off, already knowing how Jackie was going to finish. He nodded reassuringly. “Lead the way.” 

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Based off this post after reading it I knew I had to draw it. Love these two.

Thank you @septic-dr-schneep for the amazing writing each and everyday. I swear you give me so much inspiration every time I come on to your blog (which is everyday). I’m terrible with words sorry what I’m trying to say is that I appreciate you a whole lot and expect some more art coming from me in the future <3

Hope you like the drawing!

Got obsessed with what the egos look like and wear and wrote this instead of my paper. C’est la vie!

Jackie’s hoodie is the heaviest one you’ve ever held and he always has the hood up, pushing his hair down against his bright blue mask, a warm, familiar weight across his shadowed blue eyes. He smiles easily and runs his hands over the soft beard about his friendly mouth. Combat boots, too many pockets, belts, a holster on his thigh. A bracelet given to him by someone he loved. Fighting has not made him unkind and his hands are softened by red gloves. His room is full of blankets and his hoodie sleeves have holes for his thumbs to stick through. He’s been his own for a long time and he resembles Jack less than the others do, but they share the same kind of warmth in the lines of their faces.

JJ is small and wild and he wears white and black unless he’s stealing his brother’s clothes, which he often does. He’s trim, neat, fashionable in a self-conscious sort of way. His eyes are very bright and a little silver, like something starry got stuck in the middle of his creation. He is well-loved, but still there was some darkness on the day of his birth, and it lingers in his clever, flashing, cautious eyes and his carefully, carefully, carefully cared-for clothes. He wears hats and needs glasses because one eye is worse than the other. His movements are all fluid and graceful and his hands never hold still. Sometimes steals Chase’s gauges and thinks about getting more tattoos. Often forgets to wear shoes.

Henrik – just a little lost, just a little traumatized – changes with the day. He’s trying to get a new job now that he’s back from a blood-red vacation, so he pulls together old fuzzy sweaters and turtlenecks and long coats, but most days he is an over-sized t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He has running shoes and he likes to stand in the rain. He never puts in contacts and he still wears his old wedding ring, though he couldn’t tell you why if you asked him. He smells like coffee and iodine, and he rubs his beard when he’s thinking, and he says loving things in a rough voice. He is littered in scars. Exhausted. He’s cut his hair short at the sides and he can’t always look himself in the eyes, but he’s still the good doctor.

Chase is a backwards hat and an arm wrapped in bracelets, dyed hair now faded to brown. Blink and you’ll miss his wide and perfect smile. His eyes are very blue. Girls leave numbers on his coffee cups but he’s still trying to put his broken heart back together. His black jeans are ripped and he always looks good. With his children in his arms, he is a creature of light and joy, his face shining and his mouth professing a love deeper than the stomach of the ocean. He is logos and Instagram pictures and he’s a good actor, too, because these days he can mimic Jack better than Anti ever has. A necessary deception, he tries to convince himself, but at the end of the day he’s still staring at a slow sort of suicide that sits at the bottom of a fifth of whiskey. He sets his glass down and goes to find someone to help him, wearing all black.

Marvin is a ferocity. White fingers glittering with rings, the flowing of a cape about his shoulders, tuxedos and jewelry and neatly-braided hair. A proud tilt to his handsome head, a sly sort of smile on his mouth, a wild gleam in his fine blue eyes. He holds magic in his shaking hands and coughs blood into the porcelain sink when he overexerts. He likes to show off but he never puts anyone else down for his own benefit, and at the end of the day he lets his hair out and switches into pajamas and sits next to whoever needs him most that night. He’s funny and his mouth is foul. He’s beautiful and kind and powerful, given a few chances to mess the trick up before he gets it right.

Jack wears a hospital gown.

For now.

He’ll wake up one day. Or someone will. Someone will sit up in that hospital bed, and someone will cough and shake and eventually recover, and someone will smile wide at the others around him, crying and laughing and thanking God that he’s finally woken up. It will be a good day, a happy day, even, but the next day –

Well, the next day –

Anti wears flesh.

I guess we have to wait and see who he wears next time.

Anonymous: Robbie and his family just having a good time?

I hope you don’t mind that I took a seasonal theme with this one! I haven’t really written anything with the egos and Halloween yet, so I had to! I hope that you enjoy! :)

“Trick-Treat”

“Marv! Marv!” The zombie shuffled along as fast as he could, dull eyes lit with excitement as he carried a drawing in his hands.

The magician glanced up from his desk a smile immediately coming to his face when he saw the zombie. “What is it, Robbie? Did you make me something?”

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Robbie and Friends

///Three months late, but here we are! I promised @sambloom that I would write her a Robbie oneshot for the beautiful art that she drew for me (that I didn’t even ask for, she just went and made it! :’) I’m a bit late, but this is it! ((It turned out pretty angsty, but I tried to lighten it with some precious familial egos. I hope you like it, and thank you again!!! :D ///

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Artwork by @aradchnid

Face of contusions

Jackie pulled his grappling gun from his belt, aiming it at a faraway building. He jumped off the ledge of the building he was standing on, pulling the trigger on his gun. A rope shot out, hooking onto the metal fire escape. He swung over the streets below, landing on the steps of one of the escape landings, going up a few flights. He stopped at a particular window, the curtains pulled tightly over the pane. He slid it open, quietly slipping into the apartment. He started walking around the apartment, digging through cupboards, looking for a first aid kit.

The hero felt something cold touch the back of his head, along with a click.

“Stand up slowly,” said a voice behind him, “hands up, don’t try anything.”

Jackie obeyed, raising his hands above his head, standing up. The object, presumably a gun, was removed from the back of his head.

“Turn around.”

He did, slowly, not wanting to make the other believe he would attack. He wasn’t surprised to see that there was, in fact, a gun in the person’s hands, nor was he surprised that the gun was still pointed at him.

“Who are you? Why are you here? How did you even get in??” the man asked quickly, not lowering the gun at all. If anything, he raised it more.

Jackie opened his mouth to speak, his hand flying to cover his mouth as he coughed wildly, nearly falling to the floor.

“Look, I can explain this all… But please,” he started coughing again, “Please, let me have a first aid kit, I’m hurt. Badly.”

The man reluctantly lowered his gun, slipping it into his holster with a sigh. He motioned for the hero to follow him, walking down a hallway. Jackie slowly followed him, having to steady himself on the wall, careful to not get any blood on it. He finally caught up to the other, who was standing in front of a door, waiting for the hero.

“There’s a kit in the cabinet, hurry up. I want answers.” he said sternly, opening the door and stepping to the side. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, eyeing the red clad man.

Jackie nodded in response, stumbling into the room. He closed the door behind himself, walking to the sink and opening the medicine cabinet. He digs through the cabinet, pushing past medicines to get to the kit. He hopped up onto the bathroom counter, pulling out the kit and shutting the cabinet. He pops open the kit, placing it down next to himself.

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Jackie walked out of the bathroom, his suit hood pulled down, but his mask remained on his face.

“Okay, look, Chase-” he started.

“How do you know my name!?” The other- Chase- interrupted, taking out his gun again, scared.

‘Shit…’

The hero sighed and reached up to his face, pulling off his mask, his bright green hair returning back to its natural brown. He looked at Chase worriedly, hoping that he would recognize him.

Chase gasped, his eyes going wide as he dropped the gun. He took a few steps forward, gently grabbing Jackie’s arm.

“J-Jackie?” he stuttered out, shocked, “I…. Y-You… You’re a superhero!? Why didn’t you tell me!?”

“Chase–” he was interrupted again.

“No! Jackie you should’ve told me! You shouldn’t be out there doing what you think is best! You can’t just… You can’t risk your life like this! I was so fucking worried after you disappeared, I didn’t know where you went- Hell, I didn’t even know if you were alive!!” he shouted, his voice beginning to break. Tears welled up in Chase’s eyes, but he didn’t care. He grabbed Jackie’s other arm, shaking him slightly.

“Jackie, you left. You left all of us without e-even saying anything! You didn’t even tell me goodbye! I thought you hated me- h-hated us…”

Tears started to fall from Chase’s eyes, his sobs echoing through the corridor. Jackie slowly wraps his arms around the father, trying to console him.

“Chase… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to do that… I just… I didn’t want to bother you… You were always so busy with Stacy and Sammy… I didn’t think you even cared.”

“Well I did.. Still do… I always wil–”  Chase gets interrupted as he yelped, the hero lifting the father off the ground.

“J-JACKIE..! PUT ME DOWN!!” he shouted, struggling, trying to get out of the other’s arms. Jackie just hummed, starting to walk back to the living room. He ignored his wounds, caring more about comforting his friend than making sure he was okay. He plopped down on the couch with Chase, lying the smaller man on top of him. He slowly ran a hand through the other’s hair, holding him close.

“Its late, and you need to sleep. So, I’m going to hold you captive to make you sleep, and you cannot stop me.”

Chase just huffed, but didn’t complain; Jackie was warm, and he missed his best friend. They soon both fell asleep, just like that, not having much a care in the world.

October prompts Day 22: Crown (Egoshiptober) word count: 757 pairing: Henrik x Chase

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Henrik busied himself getting his house in order. He never had the time to fully clean up. It was always little things here and there when he did have time. But today was special. Today he would have company. Company he wanted to give a good impression for. Even if it didn’t really matter since they had been by before. Chase had called him that morning saying he was going to pick up his kids before asking about them coming by with lunch. Henrik, of course, agreed. He trusted Chase to pick up something he liked. Even if sometimes he got it wrong.

As he was finishing up with the dishes, he thought he heard a vehicle pull into the driveway. Then he paused when he realized that he hadn’t unlocked the door. He shrugged off the thought; Chase had a spare key so he didn’t need to get the door. Besides, that gave him the extra couple minutes to finish the last of the dishes. As he dried his hands Henrik heard the front door open. “Ah! Finally the king returns to his castle.”

Rolling his eyes, Henrik set the dish towel on the counter and walked out to the living room. Chase wore one of those cardboard crowns from the fast food restaurant and carried a to-go drink carrier and a bag of food. “What are you going on about?”

“Hi, Henrik,” Sam cheerfully greeted him. Morgan echoed his sister. They each held a to-go bag from the burger place they had gone to. Henrik smiled and greeted them.

“Clearly I am a king,” Chase told him gesturing to the cardboard crown. “And if Princess Samantha and Prince Morgan could deliver our feast to the table and wash their hands we shall dine.”

Neither of the kids had crowns, it was only Chase. Both kids laughed as Chase continued with his act. Morgan ran to the dining room to drop the bag on the table before heading to the bathroom to wash his hands. Sam wasn’t in as big of a hurry but left the room as well. “A king is it?”

Chase walked over to Henrik. “Yep. A king.” He gave him a kiss on the lips. Henrik laced his fingers with Chase’s free hand and they walked to the dining room. Chase set the drinks and bag down on the table.

“That may be, but this is my castle. So what role do I have then?”

It didn’t take Chase long to decide on his answer. “You’re my queen obviously.”

Henrik raised a brow and pulled his hand back from Chase. “I’m sorry, but did you just say I was the queen?” His tone bordered on offended. Chase was sure however, that it wasn’t to be taken seriously.

“Yeah, of course. What other role would you have other than my queen?”

“Henrik’s not a queen,” Morgan argued after hearing Chase’s question.

Sam, having heard her brothers statement, called from the bathroom, “Yeah, Dad, you got it wrong.”

“Yeah! You should switch titles,” Morgan spoke up again.

“Hey, no. You two are supposed to be on my side.”

Henrik smirked. “I think I agree. This is my castle after all.”

Chase crossed his arms. “My crown. My title.”

Reaching over, Henrik removed the crown from his head and, as he rested on his own head stated, “My castle. My position by default.”

“Hey, that’s not fair. You can’t just take the crown.” Chase tried to grab it back but Henrik stepped back behind a counter-top easily putting him out of reach.

“Is that anyway to speak to your king?” Henrik questioned him. He took note that everyone was present. “Now, Jester, it is time to eat.”

The kids laughed at their fathers new title. “Je-jester?” Chase cried out. “Why jester?”

With a smile, Henrik told him, “Because you are the entertainment for the prince and princess tonight.”

“I guess,” he grumbled. “But I don’t like that title. Can I just be Dad again?”

Henrik removed the crown and set it on the counter as he walked around it. “I suppose. But only if we sit down and have lunch.”

“Alright, kids, let’s eat.” Sam and Morgan grabbed at the bags searching for their food. With a smile Henrik kissed Chase on the temple as the other man opened the third bag to help sort the food.

A Little Theory

It wasn’t that the egos were terrible people or anything. It was just that… they weren’t the most becoming.

Jackieboy Man was a so-called superhero with absolutely no powers whatsoever. Police saw him as more of a nuisance then a hero. People started to avoid interacting with him, wanting none of his “help”.

Marvin the Magnificent’s shows were so terrible very few came, the only ones who did only wanted to make fun of him, or criticize him endlessly.

People trembled when Dr. Schneeplestein walked into the room, aware of the many patients he had killed over the years. His wife couldn’t bear another death brought by her husband and left him to his troubles.

Chase Brody ran a channel that got more trolls and hate with each passing day. He could barely escape the failures piling up on him, from family issues to channel scorn. His embarrassed wife couldn’t stand his pathetic lifestyle and left with the kids following suit.

Four outcasts, with nothing worth redeeming.

When Sean McLoughlin first introduced his egos, he meant to have fun, making characters through satirical nonsense. They weren’t the best people, and frankly, he couldn’t care less.

But when life couldn’t bear to look in their direction, the fans did. The community couldn’t help themselves, there must have been something there. Perhaps it was Sean, fooling around but having so much fun dressing up and playing pretend, his bright blue eyes twinkling with laughter, his smile brighter than the sunniest day. Maybe it was sympathy for the green-haired beings with Sean’s face. But they saw something in those egos, that no one else, not even Sean, could see.

The changes came gradually, but Sean saw it every time he came to check on his creations. Jackieboy Man began lifting items heavier than all the egos combined, and scouring the city, taking out mob bosses that had been wanted for decades. Marvin’s shows became more successful, and he was able to make something of himself. More of Dr. Schneeplestein’s patients walked out of the hospital alive and healthy, rather than in a bag headed to the morgue. Chase’s trickshots were beginning to perfect themselves, and Chase was thriving on his new fanbase.

Sean began dreading the visits less and less, as he watched his creations’ eyes light up as each explained their day. There were hiccups, or course, but bonds were forming, and the egos had never been happier.

Sean couldn’t help the nagging thought in his head. Was this his community’s doing? Was their love and support for the egos the reason they were so strong and capable and happy now? Everytime he found a new post showing their love for an ego, the stronger the ego got.

A new suit for Jackieboy, and he became stronger and more capable. A sweet picture of Schneep, and another patient lived to see a new day.  A drabble of happiness for Chase, and he got billions of likes on his newest video and a chance to watch his kids on the weekend. One fantastic design for Marvin, and little sparks of magic started to show in the magician’s hands. One little post was all it took, and the egos got stronger.

And then Ȃ̴̼͓̬͎͔̻̀̆́͋̈́̎̌̒̄ņ̵̢͚̯̩͕̙̯̟̞̥̉̈́͛͋̃̾̃̄̉͠ͅt̶̨̡̛̮̣̲̭̥̳̱͍̾̄̈͒͊͛̅̏̌̓̕͜͠į̵̛̛̦̪̎́͂̓͒͂͋́̀̐̑̕͘ş̴́̓̑͂̿͊̿̕e̶̡̨̛͈̜͕̣͍̬͔̣̲̾̓̓̌̄̈́͋̊͊̎̔͝p̸̢̢̡̮̹̮̝̻̠͇̝͙͎͌̀͐͋͒̉ͅͅt̵̼̦̩̳̀̒̀̈́̏͗̎͐͊͑͘̚͠͝î̵̗̮͗̂͋̓̒́̌̕c̸̫̲͕̬̝͇̬̼̀̿̓̅̀͌͆̓̈̽̒̚͘̕ę̵̧͙̣̻͔̳̽̿̈́͑y̴̯̙͍̤̻̿̒͑e̶̡̨̛̦̻̮͕͇̓́͆́̔ showed up. He snaked his way into the egos’ lives, bent on destroying them and their world. Dr. Schneeplestein became the first doctor to find when someone was attacked by Anti. Jackieboy’s mission was less about helping the city, and more about protecting it from Anti. Chase’s bad thoughts returned, and he began practicing using real guns, hoping it would protect his family from the monster that haunted his dreams. Marvin had bursts of real magic, and he used them to track down and fight the glitch terrorizing the city.

If it was the community’s love that brought strength to the egos, then it was also their love that kept Anti alive. Many of them didn’t consider Anti to be a huge threat, and it was all in good fun to play with a villain.

But Sean knew of Anti’s power. Enough support from the community, and Anti could take their world by storm. He hadn’t thought much of it when he first brought Anti to life, but when he came to the egos’ world after that fateful Halloween, he realized just how much of a threat Anti really was.

And so he began fighting in his own way. He did his best to ignore Anti entirely, hoping the fans would back off, and Anti’s power would weaken. But the fans made sure Anti stayed alive, and from that point on, a war was waged.

Anti’s support vs the love for the egos. An unstoppable force versus an immovable object. The villain versus the new heroes. Sean did all he could to help the heroes succeed, from reblogging fanart to holding polls excluding Anti.

Maybe it was that poll that sent Anti off the deep end. Because since that day, things only got worse.

August 3rd, 2017. Sean found he couldn’t get into the ego’s world. He tried his best to open the door, but to no avail. Anti had discovered another foe, by the name of Jack. And the glitch was not pleased.

On the other side, Dr. Schneeplestein fought a losing battle, trying to wake his friend up. Chase could only watch in tears as his best friend slipped into a coma, and Dr. Schneeplestein disappeared.

While Sean couldn’t enter, he could see what was happening. Chase prevented his world from finding out about Jack, putting on a smile and running both channels. Jackie and Marvin tried in vain to find the good doctor, but there was no trace of him.

Jackie went missing next. Sean tried playing as the hero in a new video, but not even his playthrough could bring the superhero back. Marvin’s magic was now the only thing protecting him and Chase from Anti’s persistent attacks.

Sean knew it would be insensitive, but he could feel the new ego’s presence nagging at him, and besides, maybe Chase and Marvin would like a new friend.

For the first time, an ego was made from pure, elated joy, rather than satire. Jameson Jackson graced the moving pictures with his charm and exuberance.

Naturally, Anti was furious. Furious at “Jack”, who, despite being a coma, created such a happy and kind character. On Halloween, of all days! His day! The glitch let his fury show that Halloween, and Jameson Jackson suffered the consequences.

The community balked at welcoming the gentleman from the 1920’s, fearing him to Anti’s plaything or even the glitch himself.

Sean calmed them down, welcoming Jameson as his new ego. Most of the community quickly fell in love with his cute and quirky mannerisms, but the rest still feared him to be evil. While Jameson sure didn’t show it, it broke his heart every time someone accused him of being with Anti.

Marvin and Chase were sceptical to welcome the new ego, but seeing how much being doubted and feared hurt the dapper gentleman, they quickly took him in, deciding that if Jameson wasn’t with Anti now, he would be if they continued to fear and isolate him.

Anti, on the other hand, couldn’t let go of the fact that some considered JJ to be evil. Even Sean played around with the idea. Finally, he decided to act. When JJ was alone, with the others on tour, Anti kidnapped him, intent on making a puppet out of him.

JJ’s disappearance crushed the last two egos. Marvin spent hours searching for the glitch, but he found his powers faltering. Chase looked into it, and realized that JJ wasn’t the only ego not trusted. They were all under fire, Marvin especially. Chase never brought it up with Marvin, but the magician found out soon enough. Not unlike JJ, he did his best to hide his pain.

May came, and Sean couldn’t stand his egos suffering. It was honestly starting to get to him too. So he acted in his own way. Dressing like the doctor, he posted a new video and picture of Schneep.

The fandom took it as a sign that the doctor was alive, and their love certainly brought good news to Marvin and Chase. Both could feel the doctor’s presence. Schneep was alive. They didn’t know where he was, but he was alive.

Disaster struck again, later that month. As Sean experienced with new games and possible storylines, some of the fandom began to suspect Chase of villainy. Was he with Anti? Did he kill his family? The stress of being Jack, along with the accusations, slowly chipped away at Chase and he began using alcohol as a coping mechanism. Anti made his move. With the vlogger drunk and off his guard, he quickly baited him into thinking his kids had been attacked, then spirited Chase away.

Now it was just Marvin left. He had to do everything now, from looking after the channel, protecting and caring for Jack, to surviving Anti. He was nothing more than a shell of the confident magician he used to be. Exhaustion and loneliness caused his magic to suffer, and yet, he persisted.

Sean did try to enter the realm again, but other ventures pulled him away from the world, and he found himself too swamped with his own thriving life to help Marvin. But seeing the magician so downcast broke his heart, so…

He tried another little trick. Ego Art Weeks, during the summer, when many artists weren’t swamped with work and school. The fandom celebrated joyously, showing passion and beauty for the egos.

One by one, Sean could feel their strength returning, despite being in Anti’s clutches. It let him know his creations, his egos, his friends, were still alive.

Marvin was a little scared at first when he felt his powers returning like wildfire. He didn’t know who was helping him, but he appreciated it. But, he could use a little more help…

When the weeks were over with, Marvin began to work. He hijacked the posts, leaving Anti’s marks all over them. A little sign, hinting at what had happened.

The community panicked, fearing Anti had attacked. Anti responded by spreading the fire and posting some fanart of him on Sean’s Tumblr. Sean was locked out of his account for a week as Marvin and Anti fought over the Tumblr.

As summer dies down, a war still wages. Marvin the Magnificent hangs by a thread, living a lie, protecting his friend, waiting for the glitch bitch to show his face again.

Antisepticeye persists but can never quite break his “puppets”.

They’re all alive. They’re all still out there. B̷̡̜̫̲̜̰̹̼̦͇͈̎͘ͅů̵̹͖̟̘̟̮̘̜̬̖̯̺͎͚̑̔͒͐̏̈́̔̈́͜͠t̷̲̞͙̯̻̜͋͛ ̸̧̨̛̜͕͎̲̹͍͈̮̻̙̠͑̔͐̈͜ŵ̷̧̛̛͍͐͂͐̾̉̊̾̚ḩ̸͓̙̮̝̩͚͍̜̃́͋͛̐̉e̴̮͆̉͋̄́̅́̈́̌̌͆̚̕ņ̷̫͉͕̤͇̗̟͙͂͛ ̵̡͖̳̹̯̹͉͖͆w̸͚̼͚̳͐͒̆̓͆͐̎̕͘͝͠i̷̺̜̗̎́̈́͋̇̌̈̕l̷̢̢̡̛̲̣̟̖̹̺͇̞̖̆̓̓͐́̋̃͒́͒̀̅̂̚ͅl̵̢̼͚͚̯̹̟̞̻͚͛̋͒̌̍̏̐̀͋̆̚͜͝͝͝ͅ ̴͕̟͎̱͖̎̉̆̓̚͠͝ͅw̴̢̳̹̮̪̗͓͙̣̬̆͛̆̇̆̊͜e̴̛̟͇̭̦̟͚̠̥̭̗͎͍̐̐͘ͅ ̵̧͔͚̖̺̘͉̈́̂̓͛̇̄̃́̓̒̄́̚͠͝s̴͚̓͗̂͗̈͂̕̚͝͠ͅe̵͇͎͓̲̰͕̗̼̝͐͜ͅẻ̶͙̫̰̙̗̖͔̮̳̬̞͗̀͐͌̊͊̈̒͑̚ͅ ̴̣̹͖̻̰͓̈̀͌̄͂̏̐̅̽̉̽̎̋̚͜͝t̸̢̲̟͇̪̩̪̼̗̖͚̭͔̑͗̂̾͘͜ͅḫ̸̛͚̠̠͇̤͕̭͓̀͊̐̒̊͂̽̈̀͑̊̓̚ḝ̷̲̙̹̪̦̗͍̻͖͍̽̋͊͛ṃ̸̏ ̷̛̛̣̫̻̭̙̦̙̙͚͖̀͛̈́͛͊̒͗̐̉̀͜͝͝͝ą̵̱̣̖͙̮̹̱̩͕͑̀̓̄̂́͠ĝ̶̛͈̜̭͓̤̽̂̆̈́͝à̵̛̪̲̲͈͓̮̪̻͈͔͇̓͂̽͑̉͊̀̓͒͛̚ͅi̶̧̛͇̬̖̖̙͚̰̘̝͖͈̖͕̜̿͛̇̒̈́̓̐̓̓̇̔͝ņ̴͕̙̺̞͓́̈́̂̇́̓̚?̴̡̛̺͚̯̞̖̪̓̍͛͜͝

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RRRREEEEEE IT”S OVER WITH!!!!!

@flyying-grayson, @beerecordings, @septic-dr-schneep, @goldenoceanaart,

@florenceisfalling, @dumbasticart, @jo-ann-ahh-2, @cyanacity, @hi-alex-the-ghost

New video is up!!

I drew Chase Brody!

He needs a hug

And if you interested he is available as a sticker on my RedBubble page!

@taikeero-lecoredier @immabethehero @the-real-comically-insane @kiipz @victory-cookies

Some JackieBoy Man sketches plus Chase!

@taikeero-lecoredier @immabethehero @the-real-comically-insane @kiipz @victory-cookies

Henricks stubborn and Chase is done with his shit

@taikeero-lecoredier @therealjacksepticeye

A few hours ago I finished my portrait of @therealjacksepticeye as Chase Brody. I really hope that you all will like it. 😊

Hi @therealjacksepticeye I return back to the past and drew portait of Chase Brody for you. I hope that you will like it. 😉

This has been one hell of a process. It started off as a small spur of the moment idea that ended up becoming my first finished animatic!

This video is by no means perfect, there are a lot of mistakes and the style is very inconsistent, but it is finished!

Please do not edit or repost this

If you have any tips about making animatics or if you have any criticism, please share! I seriously need to find an easier way to make these ;v;

This was really enjoyable and I think it turned out pretty cute if I do say so myself. You guys enjoy it as much as I do. Music is royalty free and sound effects are Isabelle from animal crossing. Characters belong to Jacksepticeye and headcannon designs for them belong to me :)

hey can we please blow this up this is really cool and they have an amazing amount of talent.

stills from a 3d animation i made in blender.

the full animation:

reblogs very appreciated! <3

Chase: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.
Jameson, signing: You and me!!!
Chase, tearing up: Okay.

Chase: So that’s my plan.
Anti: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean.
Chase: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.
Anti: It fucking sucks.
Chase: That’s not constructive criticism.

Chase: at least I’ll die doing something I love

Jackie: and that is?

Chase: dying

Anti: have some holiday flair, man.

Chase: that’s not flair! That’s a knife!

Anti: ho ho homicide

Henrik: the egos are competent!

Chase, running in: Henrik! I tried to make spaghetti in the coffee pot and now everything is broken!

Chase: why do you always wear so much black? Are you going to a funeral?

Anti: yes

Anti: yours