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Ego Art Week #2 Henrik

Decided to play around with Henrik's feelings of being a more 'human' Ego compared to the others

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Their Doctor

“Do you have a medical degree?” Jackie’s sudden question got Henrik to pause. 

“What makes you ask that?” Henrik gave a question in return, continuing his bandaging of Jackie’s arm. It wasn’t anything too serious, a collection of cuts and bruises from a long fall that he hadn't heard the full story of the cause. What he did and needed to know was that these injuries would heal in about two days. Henrik cleaned the cuts and covered them to have even less of a risk of infection during those two days. Jackie healed fast, but that doesn’t mean the wounds could be neglected. 

“You don’t have one hanging on the wall,” Jackie answered. “Usually, you see, like, all the degree papers framed and hung up. Ya know, showing off all the work. But you just have pictures of us.” 

“I have earned several degrees,” Henrik stated. 

“Then why aren’t you showing them off? That stuff is hard as hell to do. The Septiceyes would be extinct by now without you.” Jackie waved his other, also bandaged, arm around as he spoke. 

“I did not earn them here.” 

“Here?”

“This reality.”

“Oh…”

“It is a complicated existence we all share, is it not? Lives and experiences that we can no longer truly recall.” Henrik mused out loud, and Jackie wasn’t really sure if those words were actually meant for him or not. 

“Yeah,” Jackie answered regardless. 

“I know that I have gone through the education required to perform the work that I do.” Henrik continued as he laid down the last of the bandages. “I can name off every bone, muscle, and vein of the body and where they are located without second-guessing.” He stood and went over to the counter, beginning to clean it off. Tossing the bloody cloths into their appropriate bins, throwing his gloves away as well, and putting on new ones before picking up some disinfectant. “That level of knowledge requires an endless amount of work, as you said, and yet I cannot recall going through that learning process.” Henrik cleaned off every surface that he interacted with while helping Jackie. 

“This whole like…everything is weird.” Jackie rubbed the back of his neck. 

“That it is.” Henrik agreed, finding himself scrubbing at a stain that wasn’t there. “If I were to ever go to a proper hospital, they would laugh me out of the building. We exist, yet we do not at the same time. Our identifications are created through illegal means. Names that are not who we truly are, but we have to lie in order to maintain safety.” He paused when his wrist started to ache. “I am a doctor. I am a talented doctor who knows what he is doing, yet I feel like I am doing a disservice to the field by not having my true credentials where I currently live.” The confession wasn’t planned, and it got Henrik to sigh deeply. “I apologize, Jackie. This is not something you need to be hearing.” 

“You feel out of place,” Jackie said, finding his own summary for Henrik’s somewhat rambling. 

“I…yes? I think that would be a fitting phrase. I know most of us have this feeling, so I try not to delve into it that much.” 

“You can be thrown off, too. We’ve all been plenty of times. Hell, at least once a week, I have an identity crisis, and have you seen Anti? He’s the definition of those things.” 

“I know. I just…I just need to keep my head on to make sure you all are okay. Remember, the Septiceyes would be extinct without me.” Henrik gave a smile as he echoed Jackie’s earlier statement.

“Yes, we would.” Jackie perked up, happy to see Henrik seeming better. “You’re human. You can have moments.” He pulled his phone out when it buzzed. “Oh! I’ll see you later, Hen.” 

“No night patrol. Let your arms heal.” Henrik instructed.

“But-”

“No.” 

“Fine.” Jackie held out the word and then took off with his usual energy. 

Henrik rolled his eyes with a soft chuckle, finishing up his cleaning and stopping in front of the full-length mirror on the wall. He stepped up to it, looking closer at his face. Fingers tracing the darker skin under his eyes, the lines at the corners, and then running them through the bits of gray in his hair. Jackie wasn’t fully correct when calling him human. None of them technically were. But Henrik was one of the more human-like amongst the Egos. He didn’t have magic or special abilities. Healing wasn’t as accelerated as most of the others. Henrik was simply a doctor. That was all. He was a man who knew how to examine, stitch, and scold when needed. Maybe it wasn’t the whole ‘not being a validated doctor in this reality’ that was throwing him off; maybe he was questioning whether he belonged among the Septiceyes. 

“Hey, Hen!” Chase’s voice called from the door. “We’re running down to that arcade place, wanna join?” 

“Sure.” Henrik slipped off his lab coat and hung it on the hook near the door. 

“Anti’s going to pop us all over and Marvin said he’ll meet us there after he’s done with his ‘appointment’, and then we so have to do a whole thing with Rock Band,” Chase said with the biggest smile as they walked down the hallway. 

“That sounds like an interesting time.” Henrik chuckled.

“It’s going to be so cool!” Chase laughed loudly. 

Henrik knew he was never going to tell them this, but he was very thankful for the reminder that he did, in fact, belong with them. He was a Septiceye; he wasn’t just their doctor. 

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SHOUT

Chase Brody, Antisepticeye, Jackieboy Man, Jameson Jackson, Henrik Schneeplestien, Marvin the Magnificent

Song: Shout by The Isley Brothers

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Schneep

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Henrik groans as he awakes in a dark space.. He tries to move but finds himself chained.. And starts to panic. How did he get back here?! Was this a nightmare? Then it dawns on him.. He'd gotten into a little bit of a fight with some teen in the woods.. That damn kid. What was his deal anyways? If Henrik saw him again he'd.. His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of angry glitching. -@thegreatestdoctor

(Hii, it's me, Andrew! I made a rp blog for Henrik to rp with you if thats fine!)

*Frith crawled into the basement on all fours, growling deeply; he was very angry.*

I͗ r̜e͟ally ̭wish we̯ could r̄emͪeet under̟ ̰better͗ circums̠tanc̳es,̝ I rea͢llyͅ do.

*He then narrows his eyes as he stopped right in front of the doctor*

Bṳ͕̻͆͂̓͘͝t ͚ͥ͋ͨý̋̂a̷͈̖͈͎͂̅̋ ̡͙̤̫͎̿ͨ͝h̓͌u̦̥ͅ͏̞̙̅rt my so̶̿ͤ̚n͔͟. *he snarled deeply, then

glitched and looked sickingly happy.

Oh, ̤a͆nd ̐ya ̹k̽i̋ds w͒is̝h͊ ya Hͅappy ͊F̉athͅer’s Day̿

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What do you eat aside from humans

Mostly meats, sinͣce I’m a carnͦivo̻re. My favouriẗ́e is chickenͅ! I’ve͉ also grown ̀a fond͈ness to͜ cho͕colate. ̞

*Frith’s eyes brighten as he finishes his sentence, his tail starting to happily wag*

Ch͉͆oco̞̍ͫlate… *he mumbles, almost doing a Homer Simpson impression, but then glitches, looking a little sheepish.*

Oh e͊r̲…but there are̺ ͏de͝mon̬s who ̈́are͇ herbivores͎ to̓oͩ!͖

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*Frith even looked frantic then blinked as he saw the two*

Andr̉e̼w̢!-waͭit! ́Mothe̐r, I can expl͔a̴in! *he splutters, sounding a little panicked, as he starts to walk towards them glitching messily. He then squeaked as he was hugged. He returned the hug, but then returned his attention to his mum and his ears flattened back as he continued, holding an arm in front of Andrew protectively.*

He’s h̊alf̈ ̪demon a̟nd h̠alf hu͟m͆an͐ ͌so that’s ok͜ and I can ̖choose to adopt ̇him ̢i͋f I w̫ant ͨt͍o̤ ͠and he̎’s a͉ ͑rͯeally̅ ̠g͚o͑od ͧk̝id-̉

*he said all this not only in a defensive tone, but very quickly. Katrina just blinked, watching her son.*

How does the queen feel about your heir? Or have they not met yet

*Frith’s eyes widened, growing more nervous after the last Anon*

Er̾…w̛ell̜̉, she…͐doesn’t…k̆͡n̠ͬow *he very hesitantly explains, his ears pulling back like a cat. He then glitches.*

At least̹ ̑I don’t ͟thͧink s̕h̛e d̞oes͉!̵ *he quickly says, almost in a defensive tone*

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A scratchy Schneep doodle for Egoartweek!

He's so tired. He needs a nap.

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Our Lad is getting old; he can’t murder all night long like he used to. He gotta take naps and breaks.

Wanted to draw older man grey haired Anti.

Please don’t repost, reblog instead! Thank you!

tw!blood

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New edit is out! This one’s for our favourite magician, Marvin the Magnificent! https://youtu.be/pNOnpBsijFo?si=aXvITVBBCPF7Nv0U

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I’m making ego edits in 2025 like it’s 2016! Idc if this is “cringe,” these are so fun to make!

What I have so far:

Anti: https://youtu.be/1jzXrXGaTAI?si=Pbgy8LvANKUmwsH6

Schneep: https://youtu.be/D8m9v4VP8zQ?si=Q7YMnKzvmpVNMqwN

Chase: https://youtu.be/sIgCEMosUB4?si=uYN1CK6CzoMJlCko

Anti version of I’m Everywhere: https://youtu.be/iHNgr3JG3v8?si=jURWPFETtqgWoK8y&utm_source=MTQxZ

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*Frith watches the doctor leave, his ears twitching, before he turns to look at Andrew. He then huffs and his face shapes into a weak smile*

H́e was telling tḧe̡ trutẖ abo̔ut h̒avi͛ng kid̡s̾. Heh, I th͞oughͩt h̆e ̉was͆ lyi̤ng to͌ g͢et ͗ăwaỵ…buͅt he was͌n͜’t…

*he explained softly as he slowly stopped looking guilty. He then looked happily at Andrew.*

Ya ̱did͆ ́really̻ wel̔l͡ ̧wiͮth pͫatchin͒ḡ hi̝m u̞p̪

Henrik groans as he awakes in a dark space.. He tries to move but finds himself chained.. And starts to panic. How did he get back here?! Was this a nightmare? Then it dawns on him.. He'd gotten into a little bit of a fight with some teen in the woods.. That damn kid. What was his deal anyways? If Henrik saw him again he'd.. His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of angry glitching. -@thegreatestdoctor

(Hii, it's me, Andrew! I made a rp blog for Henrik to rp with you if thats fine!)

*Frith crawled into the basement on all fours, growling deeply; he was very angry.*

I͗ r̜e͟ally ̭wish we̯ could r̄emͪeet under̟ ̰better͗ circums̠tanc̳es,̝ I rea͢llyͅ do.

*He then narrows his eyes as he stopped right in front of the doctor*

Bṳ͕̻͆͂̓͘͝t ͚ͥ͋ͨý̋̂a̷͈̖͈͎͂̅̋ ̡͙̤̫͎̿ͨ͝h̓͌u̦̥ͅ͏̞̙̅rt my so̶̿ͤ̚n͔͟. *he snarled deeply, then

glitched and looked sickingly happy.

Oh, ̤a͆nd ̐ya ̹k̽i̋ds w͒is̝h͊ ya Hͅappy ͊F̉athͅer’s Day̿

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*Frith nodded, then turned round to point at the basement door*

go ͌ou͇t and tͣurn l̦eft. ̫Keep walk̲ing ͓thẽ hallway ͘ûnťil ya meet ̌thͯe ̲wallͭ ̍at t̝h̍e͈ ̌end ̜an̿d w̳alk t͘h̡rough: i̗t’sͨ a ͌porta̻l to the huma̦n realm.

Henrik groans as he awakes in a dark space.. He tries to move but finds himself chained.. And starts to panic. How did he get back here?! Was this a nightmare? Then it dawns on him.. He'd gotten into a little bit of a fight with some teen in the woods.. That damn kid. What was his deal anyways? If Henrik saw him again he'd.. His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of angry glitching. -@thegreatestdoctor

(Hii, it's me, Andrew! I made a rp blog for Henrik to rp with you if thats fine!)

*Frith crawled into the basement on all fours, growling deeply; he was very angry.*

I͗ r̜e͟ally ̭wish we̯ could r̄emͪeet under̟ ̰better͗ circums̠tanc̳es,̝ I rea͢llyͅ do.

*He then narrows his eyes as he stopped right in front of the doctor*

Bṳ͕̻͆͂̓͘͝t ͚ͥ͋ͨý̋̂a̷͈̖͈͎͂̅̋ ̡͙̤̫͎̿ͨ͝h̓͌u̦̥ͅ͏̞̙̅rt my so̶̿ͤ̚n͔͟. *he snarled deeply, then

glitched and looked sickingly happy.

Oh, ̤a͆nd ̐ya ̹k̽i̋ds w͒is̝h͊ ya Hͅappy ͊F̉athͅer’s Day̿

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Only i͈f yo͡u promise me tha̯t͐ you’́l̓l mak̺e̗ mor̞e of͠ an effor͏t to ̡be tḥere for y̰a kid͎s͓

*While Frith sounded stern, he looked a mix of sympathetic and guilty*

Henrik groans as he awakes in a dark space.. He tries to move but finds himself chained.. And starts to panic. How did he get back here?! Was this a nightmare? Then it dawns on him.. He'd gotten into a little bit of a fight with some teen in the woods.. That damn kid. What was his deal anyways? If Henrik saw him again he'd.. His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of angry glitching. -@thegreatestdoctor

(Hii, it's me, Andrew! I made a rp blog for Henrik to rp with you if thats fine!)

*Frith crawled into the basement on all fours, growling deeply; he was very angry.*

I͗ r̜e͟ally ̭wish we̯ could r̄emͪeet under̟ ̰better͗ circums̠tanc̳es,̝ I rea͢llyͅ do.

*He then narrows his eyes as he stopped right in front of the doctor*

Bṳ͕̻͆͂̓͘͝t ͚ͥ͋ͨý̋̂a̷͈̖͈͎͂̅̋ ̡͙̤̫͎̿ͨ͝h̓͌u̦̥ͅ͏̞̙̅rt my so̶̿ͤ̚n͔͟. *he snarled deeply, then

glitched and looked sickingly happy.

Oh, ̤a͆nd ̐ya ̹k̽i̋ds w͒is̝h͊ ya Hͅappy ͊F̉athͅer’s Day̿

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*Frith’s ears twitched as he looked at Henrik. He blinks…then huffs, looking grumpy. He lightly stomps his clawed foot before crawling to Henrik: he was wanting to mess with his prisoner guilt-free! He stopped in front of him, looking stern…before he reaches up to undo the doctor’s restraints.*

Henrik groans as he awakes in a dark space.. He tries to move but finds himself chained.. And starts to panic. How did he get back here?! Was this a nightmare? Then it dawns on him.. He'd gotten into a little bit of a fight with some teen in the woods.. That damn kid. What was his deal anyways? If Henrik saw him again he'd.. His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of angry glitching. -@thegreatestdoctor

(Hii, it's me, Andrew! I made a rp blog for Henrik to rp with you if thats fine!)

*Frith crawled into the basement on all fours, growling deeply; he was very angry.*

I͗ r̜e͟ally ̭wish we̯ could r̄emͪeet under̟ ̰better͗ circums̠tanc̳es,̝ I rea͢llyͅ do.

*He then narrows his eyes as he stopped right in front of the doctor*

Bṳ͕̻͆͂̓͘͝t ͚ͥ͋ͨý̋̂a̷͈̖͈͎͂̅̋ ̡͙̤̫͎̿ͨ͝h̓͌u̦̥ͅ͏̞̙̅rt my so̶̿ͤ̚n͔͟. *he snarled deeply, then

glitched and looked sickingly happy.

Oh, ̤a͆nd ̐ya ̹k̽i̋ds w͒is̝h͊ ya Hͅappy ͊F̉athͅer’s Day̿

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*Frith glanced at Henrik as he spoke, then at the photo*

Ĭ ̭t͍ho͌ûght y͛a weͦre ̂lyȉng… *he muttered before glancing at Andrew. He looked hesitant before looking back at Henrik…and put the photo gently back in his pocket.*

Ar̬e̘͔͠ the̵̹y mi͞sşing ya?

Henrik groans as he awakes in a dark space.. He tries to move but finds himself chained.. And starts to panic. How did he get back here?! Was this a nightmare? Then it dawns on him.. He'd gotten into a little bit of a fight with some teen in the woods.. That damn kid. What was his deal anyways? If Henrik saw him again he'd.. His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of angry glitching. -@thegreatestdoctor

(Hii, it's me, Andrew! I made a rp blog for Henrik to rp with you if thats fine!)

*Frith crawled into the basement on all fours, growling deeply; he was very angry.*

I͗ r̜e͟ally ̭wish we̯ could r̄emͪeet under̟ ̰better͗ circums̠tanc̳es,̝ I rea͢llyͅ do.

*He then narrows his eyes as he stopped right in front of the doctor*

Bṳ͕̻͆͂̓͘͝t ͚ͥ͋ͨý̋̂a̷͈̖͈͎͂̅̋ ̡͙̤̫͎̿ͨ͝h̓͌u̦̥ͅ͏̞̙̅rt my so̶̿ͤ̚n͔͟. *he snarled deeply, then

glitched and looked sickingly happy.

Oh, ̤a͆nd ̐ya ̹k̽i̋ds w͒is̝h͊ ya Hͅappy ͊F̉athͅer’s Day̿

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*Frith blinks as he looked at it*

Ya ͢ha̅ve k̼i̼ͩͧds…?̇ *he muttered quietly, sounding surprised but also…guilty.

Meanwhile, Frith’s tongue had let go of Henrik’s arm and was pointing at Andrew then the first aid kit, implying that he wanted him to patch up henrik’s wound*

Henrik groans as he awakes in a dark space.. He tries to move but finds himself chained.. And starts to panic. How did he get back here?! Was this a nightmare? Then it dawns on him.. He'd gotten into a little bit of a fight with some teen in the woods.. That damn kid. What was his deal anyways? If Henrik saw him again he'd.. His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of angry glitching. -@thegreatestdoctor

(Hii, it's me, Andrew! I made a rp blog for Henrik to rp with you if thats fine!)

*Frith crawled into the basement on all fours, growling deeply; he was very angry.*

I͗ r̜e͟ally ̭wish we̯ could r̄emͪeet under̟ ̰better͗ circums̠tanc̳es,̝ I rea͢llyͅ do.

*He then narrows his eyes as he stopped right in front of the doctor*

Bṳ͕̻͆͂̓͘͝t ͚ͥ͋ͨý̋̂a̷͈̖͈͎͂̅̋ ̡͙̤̫͎̿ͨ͝h̓͌u̦̥ͅ͏̞̙̅rt my so̶̿ͤ̚n͔͟. *he snarled deeply, then

glitched and looked sickingly happy.

Oh, ̤a͆nd ̐ya ̹k̽i̋ds w͒is̝h͊ ya Hͅappy ͊F̉athͅer’s Day̿

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*Frith blinks at Andrew then at the loyalist. But he then waves his hand as if it was nothing*

O̼h, he’ll͓ be fḭne; he’̀ll ͭbe͟ back to norm̿al soon. *he said casually before narrowing his eyes at Henrik thoughtfully.*

B̝ut ̒I̾ w̖o͇uld̎ nͪee͇d moṛe pracͥtice. ͖W͡hic͜h i̤s whe̜re you̙ come i-

*he says, walking upto Henrik. But he stops as he steps on the photo. He looks down and steps back, picking the photo up curiously.*

Henrik groans as he awakes in a dark space.. He tries to move but finds himself chained.. And starts to panic. How did he get back here?! Was this a nightmare? Then it dawns on him.. He'd gotten into a little bit of a fight with some teen in the woods.. That damn kid. What was his deal anyways? If Henrik saw him again he'd.. His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of angry glitching. -@thegreatestdoctor

(Hii, it's me, Andrew! I made a rp blog for Henrik to rp with you if thats fine!)

*Frith crawled into the basement on all fours, growling deeply; he was very angry.*

I͗ r̜e͟ally ̭wish we̯ could r̄emͪeet under̟ ̰better͗ circums̠tanc̳es,̝ I rea͢llyͅ do.

*He then narrows his eyes as he stopped right in front of the doctor*

Bṳ͕̻͆͂̓͘͝t ͚ͥ͋ͨý̋̂a̷͈̖͈͎͂̅̋ ̡͙̤̫͎̿ͨ͝h̓͌u̦̥ͅ͏̞̙̅rt my so̶̿ͤ̚n͔͟. *he snarled deeply, then

glitched and looked sickingly happy.

Oh, ̤a͆nd ̐ya ̹k̽i̋ds w͒is̝h͊ ya Hͅappy ͊F̉athͅer’s Day̿