#I.R.I.S.

[chvse-brody]

Ok, so I think I figured out the whispers. I just need feedback from you guys. Do u hear anything different, and what does the last part say??

[septicwriters]

Kill JSE: *Happens*

The I.R.I.S. employee watching the cameras who doesn't even have clearance to know who A.L.T.R. 114209 even is: ..."um....."

Their boss, getting ready to Men in Black them: "What?"

[missexiled]

I AM I.R.I.S.

Or… when Zane finds a strange piece of metal

“And I’m sure you know all about scrap,” Kai shot back.

“Ha ha, real funny, Kai,” Jay huffed, shifting through the debris.

Nya sighed, “Quit bugging him. You know he’s only going to get upset.”

“That’s kinda the point, sis,” Kai shrugged.

Zane had long tuned them out, idly scanning the piles of metal in search for the ‘Thingamabobber attached to a doohickey’, or, more likely, parts of a piston. A small chirp let him know that he found… something. As he walked over the loose scraps, it shifted to reveal a hand.

A metal hand.

He bent down to run more diagnostics. MODEL: Unknown MAKE: Unknown MAIN MATERIAL: Chronosteel and Steel PURPOSE: Unknown

He paused, a chunk of an old toy sliding down as he stepped back. CHRONOSTEEL: Used to sap the elemental powers of others LAST KNOWN CREATOR: Chen

“Whatcha got there, Zane?” Cole chimed from behind him, peaking over his shoulder, “Oh, man, is that a hand? Some old robot?”

“I- Yes. It is.”

Cole crouched next to the protruding metal, poking it, “What’s it do?”

“I’m not sure…”

“Huh?” He glanced up at the Nindroid, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I do not know their purpose. They’re of an unknown origin.”

Cole hummed, “Weird.”

“What is?”

“You, probably.”

Jay tensed, glaring at Kai, “You know what?”

Nya pinched her brow, “Leave it, please.”

“But he-”

“Yeah, leave it, Jay.”

They continued to bicker in the background, leaving Nya to check out what Zane and Cole were inspecting. “What’s that?”

“We don’t know,” Cole shrugged, “Some random robot, I guess.”

She hummed, tapping the hand. “Well,” she sighed, “seems sturdy. Maybe a prototype for something.”

He started cooling his fingertips, “They’re made of Chronosteel.”

That certainly got their attention, “Chronosteel?” Even Jay and Kai perked up. The last time they dealt with it, they had to deal with faux anacondrai and a deranged father.

Zane let the hand drain a bit of his power, barely enough for him to feel it.

Then the scrap heap started to glow a soft white.

Author’s Note- OMG I FINISHED!! I’ve got Chapter Two in the works rn and I want to post at least one chapter a week, if not more. I’m really excited for this one because I get to do some world building! The Chronosteel will be explained later, dw ♥️ This is the shortest chapter, just to set the scene. I hope you guys like ​I.R.I.S.

Requested by @ubesam

[arinewman7]

I.R.I.S.

Boris Indrikov

oil on canvas, 2003

[paintedcherry]

"Was gonna wait till halloween to showCase this videO but im impatient and i wanna see if anyone finDs the secrEts in it!" - from @ZerrekTheDog

Get to work guys :)

[parkswritessometimes]

Escapees of IRIS Part 3

[Part 1 ][Part 2]

Chase squints his eyes as the rays of the sun hit his face, waking him from his slumber. He rolls over, spotting his new roommate Jackie sprawled out on the couch. His legs and arms hanging off the cushions with a spiderman comic book half open on his chest. A smile spreads across the former dad’s face at the pure silliness of it all. His limbs all twisted up in sheets, the comforter pushed to the side without a care. Chase has to fight the instinct to tuck Jackie in properly as he gets up. He creeps to the door only letting his toes touch the carpeted floor. He turns the knob slowly and steadily and pushes the door out without a sound.

Chase’s eyes wander around the small living room. He didn’t get much time to really take in the entire place last night. A pile of leather bound books  next to a mountain of crinkled paper sits in a corner, while a bunch of old laptops and red string sits in the other. A bookshelf that looks like it was from the dumpster filled to the brim with comics and old English literature. Framed photographs of everything from silly pictures of Marvin and Jackie to old wilted flowers line the walls. 

The entire apartment smells of cinnamon, nutmeg and freshly chopped wood giving the small place a feel of autumn. Blankets and pillows of all shapes and sizes cover the floor and couch enhancing the cozy homemade feel. Chase dragged his finger across one of the blankets, the fuzzy texture brought a smile to his face. He would definitely be taking that later. 

“Are you just gonna wander like a lost little kitten, or do you want some breakfast?” Chase whips around, a gasp caught in his throat. The green haired one-the magic one- stands in the kitchen, random ingredients strewn about. His smile is gentle and his eyes tired. 

“Marvin. Hey.” Chase gives a small chuckle as he tries to process Marvin’s existence. “You scared me.”

“I get that a lot. Go on. Sit.” Marvin motions to the small kitchen table, littered  with opened envelopes, spreadsheets and pens. Chase moves it all aside as he looks back at Marvin.

“You-You don’t have to pamper me. Honestly a bowl of cereal is fine.” Chase protests as Marvin starts to place each dish down in front of him. Chase has to stop his mouth from salivating as looks over the whole spread. Hashbrowns grilled to a perfect crisp, pancakes thick and fluffy, bacon that will give the most satisfying crunch, and in the middle of it a big omelet stuffed to the brim with meat, cheese and vegetables.  

“Yeah, no. Iris didn’t give you enough food and I think Jackie would kill me if we didn’t go all out.”  Marvin replies, filling his own plate. “Besides, we gotta take care of each other.”

“Take care of each other?” No one had cared for Chase Brody since September 27th 2016. When the ink on the divorce papers dried and Stacy took his whole life away. Why would these two be the ones to change that? Last night was a fluke, something of pity. At least that's what Chase wants to think, needs to think. It will be so much easier when they leave.

“I know you doubt us.” Marvin says, interrupting Chase’s thoughts. “I know that the last few years, hell decades, have put you through the worst of the worst. But Chase, we will protect you. We will keep you safe. I promise.”

“Why are you being so nice to me? Why are you doing this?” That is the one question that keeps coming back to Chase. There was always a motive, a reason. These two can’t be any different.  

“Because you’re like us.”

Chase stares at Marvin, his eyes darting around the mage’s face as he tries to make sense of the cryptic statement. How is he anything like them? What would a drunk homeless man have in common with a mage and a superhero?  Won’t it just be safer to just chuck him back out onto the street? Avoid this mess all together. Chase continues to pick at his food as he mulls over the question.   

“What was her name?” Marvin blurts out, trying to make some conversation. 

“I-I’m sorry what?” Chase stumbles over his words as he tries to process the question.

“Her name, ya know, your daughter?” 

Oh. His daughter. His little ball of pure sunshine and energy. He feels his heart break all over again as memories of her bright smile flooded his mind. Her laugh, her energy. All the daddy daughter dates they’d go on. All the last minute shopping trips for school. Helping her put on the cutest little dresses as Stacy yelled down stairs for them to hurry up. Those were the days. 

“My daughter’s name was Chloe. I wanted to name her Hope, but my wife- Stacy- didn’t go for it, so Chloe was a compromise, cause apparently Chole means hope but I think Stacy might have just made that up.” Chase feels his lips curl into a melancholy smile.The thought of her bringing a sense of bittersweet love into his heart and tears to his eyes. 

“Why Hope?”

“She was everything I could ever hope for. All my thoughts, and dreams, and love, it all shifted in an instant. I became hopeful again.”

“That’s…That’s really sweet.” 

“Yeah, well, she’s gone now.” Chase brings down the fork into his hashbrowns with a force he didn’t know was possible. The table shakes under the force, nearly knocking Marvin’s mug off the table. The wall that had been torn down the previous night is now back up. Good. Keeping these two at arms length is for the best, less heartbreak for all when the inevitable happens. 

The two resume eating in heavy silence. The awkwardness palpable between the two of them. Chase can tell Marvin wanted to say something, anything. Most likely a worthless apology, or even worse a “kind” way to say “if you’re going to be such a dick get out of my house.”. But neither of those came. He watches as Marvin fidgets with the cloth napkin, tying it into knots only to take them apart. Over and over. Guilt crawls up Chase’s spine, an apology was ready on his tongue but right as his mouth opens Marvin speaks up.   

“Jackie and I aren’t blood brothers. But we grew up in IRIS together. We understand what it’s like, losing everything.” Chase closes his mouth shut as he watches tears fall into Marvin’s lap. “I uh-I was taken into IRIS captivity when I was three and Jackie got taken when he was five They-They killed my family, my town, everything I had was gone. I watched them shoot my own mother right in front of me.”

“What?” 

“Yeah, they pillage towns, kidnap kids, tear apart families, and unleash horrors onto the world. Jackie and I, we just try and put back the remaining pieces.” 

“Is that how I’m like you? My family was torn apart and…”

“Yeah.”

“Oh…” It takes a moment for Chase to process everything. They’re all broken. Traumatized men who had every scrap of happiness taken from them. Every family member, every piece of their identity, stolen. Through some crazy fate of the universe they all found each other. He can feel that wall put up just minutes ago start to chip away. 

They are all in the same ocean of grief, waves pounding over their head, the kelp twisting around their legs pulling them down. And instead of tying weights to his ankles, they offered him a lifeboat. A free ride out of the storm and back to land.   

“Hey, good morning.” Jackie yawns as he sits down at the table. “Ooo! Bacon!” Chase watches as this ray of absolute sunshine reaches over the table pushing everything aside to get the breakfast food of his choice. 

“You’re doing the dishes, I hope you know that.” Marvin teases, as the light comes back into his eyes as he looks over at his brother.

“Oh what?! Not fair!” 

“Yeah, it is fair!” 

Chase feels something spark in his chest as Marvin and Jackie laugh and joke with each other. It’s small to be sure, but he can feel it. The warmth of laughter, the joy of words, the happiness that other people brought. He hasn’t felt this in almost two years. 

This flicker of hope, comes to light. His first instinct is to feel guilty, snuff out the flame before it could grow any bigger. How dare he try and be happy again. How dare he try to find love and kindness in a world that has done him so wrong. How dare he try to find peace after what he did. His mind begs him to smother this spark with cigarettes, alcohol and pain. To do what he has always done and leave. Leave everything that caused the little spark to emerge. 

But another part of him begs for this flame to live. To give it a chance to grow a blaze into something bigger. He wants this flame to bring warmth and light into his life again. He wants to throw as much kindling as he could into the little candle and pray it would turn into a wildfire, giving it a chance to melt the iceberg that had become his heart.  He will let Marvin and Jackie bring light into his world.          

 

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Thank you to all my Beta Readers! Literally the only people holding me accountable.

What? Parker posting on time? When they promised?? Is this witchcraft?!

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[Part 4]

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[septicwriters]

😈😁

An IRIS tweet this morning!

[frogguscake]

Who else is excited for the overnight watch? I'm looking at it on my steam wishlist like... (;☉⌓⊙⁠)ゞ

My version of Anti has an axe, knives are overrated.

[bat-luun]

Senior Investigator Boron Higgs

character belongs to my beautiful wife @depresseddm-thedndkind !!

[glass-trash-bab]

Septictober day 31! "Smile! They're watching!" With Anti :3 I thought I should draw him at least once for this :3

@jselorekeeper @intothebutterflyburrow @cursednevermore @shizukathepudu @uhhbeans @ashtonisvibing @ratwhowrites @sinful-decaf @geekyfox2 @altr182

[saltyfinalboss]

fanart of IRIS from kid cosmic. i don't think she has any fanart (or i couldn't find any myself) so i made some and forgot to share it (until now!!)

if iris has any other fans out there. this is 4 u

[docheros]

SO I HAD A LOT OF THOUGHTS AND COULDN'T JUST WAIT TO POST THIS hope you're still okay with the fnairis au-

irisonas mentioned: @geekyfox2 @glass-trash-bab @arthyritis @doctorcollege @uhhbeans

"You'll love our installations," Anti said to Geeky, showing her new — small — place of work.

Bab swallowed hard, opting to ignore the emetic sensation of feeling someone's — or rather something's — eyes on them, following the man down the hallway.

"We have a lot of benefits just for you: a free psychologist, a doctor at your disposition and a bonus every five nights completed," he turned to Tae with an intoxicating smile, standing just behind that sinister yellow bunny, "of course, in pizza. Splendid, isn't it?"

The damn question got stuck in a lump on its throat. P silently agreed, forcing a smile.

As they head back to the tiny camera room, they walked in front of the Parts&Services room. Even with its door closed, a very heavy sensation emanated from there, as if at any given moment, something would pull Brady by his lags and...

"Welcome to our little I.R.I.S family," Anti extended his hand to Beanie, waking her up from her thoughts, "we expect to see you at 11pm, night guard."

[sparrowindisguise]

Thinking about my I.R.I.S oc talking 2 my who killed markiplier oc

TK : I would like to study your brain under a microscope :D

Lance : **holding a cross up** BACK DEAMON BACK

[egotankart]

I.RI.S

[akladyathena]

https://x.com/TOTMCoffee/status/1699837968381604128?s=20

Holy shit I missed this!! I stalk the Sean and I.R.I.S twitters but missed this over on the Top of the Morning Coffee page. And I lost the op of the Tumblr post I saw that brought this to my attention.

Some people in the comments have translated this to, “He’s been different.” and “I’m coming”.

Shoutout to Camaron @The_Jadin for the door screenshot:

[guardtae]

btw does anyone have any news from that brody guy. or even the anti guy

or dr schneeplestein! haven't seen him in a while...