My Brothers, Corrupted
Chapter 2 : Section 6 : Dam Break
Red has been pushing and pushing the limits of the protection he is allowed to give his little brothers. After he confronted Anti about Dapper’s medication, Anti agreed to allow Dok to be in charge of his treatment from now on – but he also decided that Red has to pay the price for the weeks of subtle disobedience he’s accumulated, and his punishment won’t be merciful.
Trigger warnings for major abuse, blood, murder, torture, imprisonment, and psychotic symptoms.
Find Chapter One here.
Find Chapter Two here.
Section Six of Chapter Two: Dam Break
Anti, more than anything else, likes to taunt you.
That much you know. That much you remember. That’s why you’re here, at the end of the day. That’s the only reason you’re here.
Anti, more than anything else, likes to taunt you.
Your cameras have been dead for days, no signal forthcoming no matter how many times you try to connect. Now, an odd signal shows up on your tracker, not like anything you’ve ever seen before. You’re not hacking into a livefeed, you’re being sent an old recording.
From a police surveillance camera.
The image fuzzes painfully into view, and Red appears before your eyes. He is curled in the back of a cold metallic prison cell, shaking, his cheeks wet with tears. You watch him through a pair of silent cameras in the corners of the interrogation room and the room beside it. Red doesn’t know you’re there, or maybe he just can’t focus long enough to stop crying and look up. You’ve never seen his shoulders shaking that hard.
The police officers chatter in rapid-fire Spanish on the other side of the glass, not loud enough for him to make out even if he could speak the language. The cop who brought him in comes back into the room and looks him over again, irritated by her own confusion. You can see it in her face.
“What’s your name?” she tries, not for the first time, through a thick accent.
His mouth trembles. He stares down at her professional little work shoes.
“If you tell us, it makes everything easier. For you. For me. Us. Makes things easier. What’s your name?”
No answer. His eyes are so sorrowful, like those little dogs in the shelter commercials. But she doesn’t feel bad. Monsters don’t deserve her pity.
She sighs and brings up her clipboard, scrawling something along the top. No ID, no documents, no address, nothing. Just a broken phone in his pocket, incapable of doing anything but glitch. “You’re American?” she asks.
He shrugs, holding his knees to his chest.
“No? Yes?”
He blinks and tears come trickling down his face. Exasperated, she lowers the clipboard again.
“Fine, don’t tell anything to me,” she snaps. “Soon we will find something. We will tell other authorities. Easier for you to get along with us, yes?”
Red closes his eyes tight and sticks the bend of his thumb in his mouth, biting down on it hard, trying to stay calm. She may as well still be speaking Spanish. He can’t focus on a word she’s saying. Can’t focus on anything but the blood.
His dark hands reaching up, begging for mercy, the heavy red river-run, making the whole air sting with copper-smell; Red had drawn back, revolted by his own hands, and the dark eyes slid oh-so-slowly-shut, the screaming dying down like an animal no one put out of its misery –
“Hey!” shouts the cop, slamming her clipboard on the bench beside him. “Pay attention! What, you are shaken up, huh? You are upset – sad? I don’t care how long you sit here crying, gringo. We all know you killed that man.”
“No,” croaks Red.
They let him wash his hands. He can still feel the blood.
“No, no, no…”
He just did what Anti told him to. That can’t have been bad. He can’t have killed him. Not really. It was a joke, maybe. One of Anti’s tests of obedience. Not real. Not real.
The officer swears in Spanish and turns her back on him, heading out the door again. Red reaches out as it begins to close, yelping in panic.
“No, no, no!” he screams, trying to rise on unsteady feet. “No, please let me go! I need to go back to my master! Anti! Anti!”
The door slams shut, locking with a fatal click.
Red cries in earnest, slamming his head against the wall, sobbing like his heart is shattered, trying not to think.
It can’t have been real. It can’t have been real. It can’t have been real.
His hands are slicked in blood.
The door doesn’t re-open for another twelve hours.
He looks up desperately at the creaking of the hinges, and there, there is that blessed silhouette of his little brother, standing before him with his hands in the pockets of his black hoodie, his face calm, his neck hidden by a scarf even in the tropical heat.
“Anti,” sobs Red, and then he is staggering to his feet and rushing towards the door, throwing himself into his brother’s arms. Anti hugs him back gently, running a hand down the small of his back.
“¿Lo dejaste aquí toda la noche?” he asks, letting Red thud his forehead soundly against his collarbone.
Red realizes there are still cops with them, hovering strangely far away from Anti. It takes a long time for anyone to answer.
“Sí,” admits an officer finally, hiding slightly behind his partner.
Anti hums, nodding. He strokes a warm hand through Red’s hair, examining him carefully. His boy’s whole body shakes, timid and minute, and he claws compulsively at his hands, visibly distressed.
Perfect.
“Apologize,” says Anti, softly.
Red opens his mouth to say sorry immediately, looking up at Anti with desperation in his eyes, but his master puts a finger on his lips and silences him.
The officers exchange looks.
Anti turns slowly towards them. His eyes are dark.
“Apologize,” he repeats, quieter still.
A long pause in the hallway.
“Lo siento,” somebody whispers.
Anti nods slowly, pushing Red off his chest. He turns and walks away without another word, his boots clicking on the linoleum floor of the station, leaving several shaken law enforcement officials behind him. Jackie doesn’t know what he did to get him set free and he doesn’t care. He hurries after Anti.
“Anti,” he whispers, stumbling past processing stations, civilians, and officers alike as they head towards the warm wash of the open air. He wants someone to hold onto him, to put weight on his body and wrap him up tight in their arms. “Anti, Anti.”
His brother ignores him, pushing through the door to the outside. Jackie moans, feeling bleary and exhausted, and continues after him.
For a second, you connect to the surveillance camera outside, so Anti knows you catch the last glimpse of it all.
“Did you learn your lesson?” asks Anti, not looking at him.
“Yes,” sobs Red. “Yes.”
“You don’t want to go to prison?”
“No, no, no!”
“So…”
“I’ll be good! I’ll be good! I’ll be good, I swear!”
“Because - ”
“I’m nothing without you. I’m nothing without you. I’m nothing, I’m nothing, I’m sorry.”
Anti laughs, grabbing his wrist. “There’s my good boy. My good, stupid, pathetic little creature. Fucking idiot boy. You’re a horrible excuse for a brother, Red. So here’s what’s going to happen - you and I are going home. You’ll stay in the house. Put your brothers back in order, or I will send you out on another murder, and when you inevitably fuck it all up, I will let the cops have you. They can ship you back to Italy or Norway or wherever it is you’re wanted for the most murders. Sound good?”
Red is sobbing so hard all he can do is shake his head. He reaches out to touch Anti, but his brother pushes him away, and turns back towards the mountain without another word.
The date on the camera reads Jan 16.
Whydoilovesomanyvillians asked: Blue I would get the med kit ready buddy. Pixie-in-trebleland asked: Blue, your twin is in trouble. Things are about to get nasty. He knows everything! Anti knows everything! Anonymous asked: “…Dap.. Please use the horn that’s under the sink. You trust me, right..? If you do, please, us. The horn. I-I can help you.” -PF!H Anonymous asked: Blue I’m so sorry,,, Red went to help warn Anti about the medicine and now I think your twin is being rewritten. Anti knows the magic you’ve done so be careful once Red is back! Be strong for your family!
Anti’s little film finishes in cold static and you disconnect from the recording, finding a more familiar code available now that you’ve seen what you wanted to see. Reconnecting to the clinic camera code brings every camera in the house back onto your screens, and you’re with the boys again.
Blue is cooking in the kitchen - plain rice, it looks like - and he looks up in surprise as the camera begins pinging like crazy, picking up your old messages that never reached him in time. He opens his mouth, confused.
“Oh,” he murmurs finally, blinking and looking down at his rice. His voice is very quiet. “You all tried to warn me, didn’t you? Thank you… sorry, I didn’t… I don’t know, I… thank you for trying your best.”
Anonymous asked: Blue, are you alright?
“Oh,” sighs Blue, taking his rice off the cooker. “Just a little tired, is all.”
There’s soft crying in another room, and - is that screaming? It’s a little farther off, but you don’t know where.
nikkilbook asked: Not to freak anyone out, but Hermann, the guy who cornered Red, could turn invisible. We couldn’t see him, Dap couldn’t see him, he was only seen when he wanted to be seen. Y’all aren’t the only magic thing in this city anymore.
“Mmmh,” Blue hums, spooning rice onto a plate. He didn’t make that much. “Anti says Dapper most likely killed that one man, Hermann. Stabbed him deep. Most likely he’s not walking around one way or another, and definitely not hiking the mountains. The people around here watch out for us when it comes to the others… that’s how Anti found today’s guest of honor.”
Something cold and angry twists up Blue’s mouth.
“She was coming to hurt us. She’ll get what she deserves. Dok gave a man antibiotics for bronchitis last week, and this morning one of his sons comes running up the mountain to tell us there is a strange girl asking about a man with red hair… Anti scooped her up quick enough after that. That’s what she gets for trying to fuck with my family. That Genesis girl. She was the one almost took Red away from us.”
He sighs and rubs at his face, cooling a little.
“But you’re right… We’re not the only magic things in this city anymore. That’s made it a little harder on us lately. Anti seems so paranoid and Red is…”
Blue drifts off, stirring through the rice for no apparent reason. His gaze is obsessed with it. The circles under his eyes are very dark.
“Something has to change soon,” he mumbles. “We can’t keep living like this.”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Hey! Red, what happened, duder?? It's been awhile!
The crying cuts off abruptly as the camera beeps back to life in Red and Blue’s room.
Red blinks at you from over his shoulder for a second before turning back to face the wall again. He’s tucked up in the corner with his knees drawn to his chest and his head against the wall. He doesn’t answer you.
A long thin chain snakes away from his body.
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Blue, what happened to your twin? Why's he all chained up?
Blue takes a long time to reply.
“Apparently Red was becoming too… what’s the word… carefree. Lax, too, lazy in his duties. Anti said he worries too much about what’s going on outside the house and not enough what happens inside. So Red is just… inside, for a while. He can move around. Just he has to stay here. And watch us. And watch everything. Pretty, um, strictly.”
Blue’s lip curls, staring down at his rice.
nikkilbook asked: We’re with you, Jackie. Even if he turns us off, even if he resets you and pushes you back into the darkness he made of you, we’ll be here. Doesn’t matter what he does. Doesn’t matter what he makes you do. We’re with you.
Red stops staring down at the laptop at his feet and turns his head slightly back towards you. His face is slightly bitter and absent of anything else, until maybe a moment of regret makes his mouth soften.
The door in the clinic bangs open and Red turns his head towards the noise, pulling himself slowly to his feet and coming to stand in the doorway, where the door has been removed.
“Dap? You doing okay, sweetheart?” he hears Blue call, but Dapper comes zipping past Red’s room a moment later, ducking back into Anti’s. A moment later he emerges with a bone saw and a crowbar and zips back down the hall again - only to be stopped by a hand reaching out to snatch his collar.
Dapper freezes, stiff in Red’s grasp. Red regards him carefully, noting fresh blood on his shoes and the ends of his pants. His smaller body trembles with a nervous sort of adrenaline, making Dapper seem to buzz all over, staring up at Red.
Red sighs and releases him, pushing him away. Relieved, Dapper staggers forward again and darts back out the door without a word to Blue, leaving blood-stained footprints in his wake.
“Fuck,” cries Blue, slamming his plate down on the kitchen counter. “He’s using him like a little torturer and he gets so shaken up! He’s not doing well getting back on his medicine and this isn’t going to help. Red, tell Anti to let Dapper go, can’t he handle it on his own?”
Red rolls his eyes and turns away, heading back into his room.
Blue hisses and turns away, tears sparking in his eyes. “If you won’t say something, I will!”
And this was the wrong thing to say.
Red reappears in the hallway, his eyes dark. He steps slowly towards Blue. His twin, realizing his mistake, falls deathly silent, sinking back against the counter, until Red is standing nearly chest-to-chest with him, staring down.
Blue swallows, looking anywhere but at Blue.
“Don’t,” whispers Red. “Bother your master.”
Blue chews on his lip, his eyes flashing.
“Am I understood?”
“Yes, Red.”
Red pauses just a second longer before turning to limp back towards his room, that chain heavy around his ankle. Blue swallows again and again, blinking rapidly.
cest-mellow asked: red? are you okay? are you hurt?
Red pauses to stare at you. From an angle right above him, you can see a horrible exhaustion in his face, like something is eating him from the inside out, but his face is so taut and angry.
“I m-made lunch if you want some,” whispers Blue from the kitchen.
Red glances back at him, then at you.
“No,” he mumbles, retreating into his room again. “I’m fine.”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: What's gotten into you, man? Y'all were buddy buddy again.
You hear Red’s breathing start to get heavy again. He sits down in his corner and pulls his blanket over his shoulder, shaking.
“That was kind of the problem,” he croaks, turned away from you.
Anonymous asked: where's dok and trick?
“Ah!” Blue claps his hands together, relieved just to think about the two of them. At least the younger twins are keeping it together, mostly. “They are just down the hill a little ways, helping with a birth! Could be gone for hours or could be back soon, but, uh, I can still hear screaming, so I’d give it a while. They… probably didn’t bring a camera to that, haha. It’s good for Dok to be able to help people and for Trick to get out of the house. I convinced Anti and Red to let them go.” He sighs out a breath of relief, sitting down at the table and picking up somebody’s t-shirt, spreading it out across the wood. “It’s good to know I do at least have some of my caretaker privileges intact.”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: How are you holding up, Blue? Are you and Jackie still close?
Blue straightens out the shirt for much too long before he finally moves to get a needle, avoiding the gaze of the camera.
“It’s still my job to look after Red,” he whispers.
And then, even softer:
“I’ll always love him.”
cest-mellow asked: red, do you feel guilty for having to treat your brothers this way? even if it’s anti making you do it?
Red slams his hand against the ground, nearly wheezing. “I’m just doing what I have to!” he screeches, making Blue flinch hard in the other room. “Why don’t any of you ever understand? This is all my fault! None of this would have happened if I had done what I was supposed to in the first place! If I could keep everything in order Anti wouldn’t have to be so stressed and angry and then nobody else would have to be so sad all the time and Trick wouldn’t try to hurt himself and Blue wouldn’t get that look in his eyes like everything’s wrong! I have to keep everyone in line because it’s worse if I don’t! And Anti’s right, they do such stupid shit if nobody makes them stop!”
Red clutches at his hair, rocking himself back and forth. “And, fuck, the way that Anti looks at Blue and Doktor lately, like he hates them as much as he hates me! Like he’s fucking hungry… Stupid, stupid, stupid! I can’t keep anybody safe! I just did what he told me! I didn’t mean for anybody to get hurt! I didn’t want anybody to die, I don’t want them to get hurt anymore! I have to do this, I have to do this, I have to be good, get it together, get it together, get it together…”
Anonymous asked: We’re so sorry, Blue. Is there anything we can do? Has...has Anti punished you in any way for the shed incident?
“Mmh,” groans Blue, trying to ignore Red’s shouting in the other room. “No. Red took all the punishment for us… and now he doesn’t even look at us like he knows us. So I guess that’s my punishment. Ugh… there’s nothing anybody can do.”
He pauses, darning up the t-shirt with hands that shake very badly. In fact, now that you look at them, his fingers are terribly stiff, and the skin of his hands an irregular red, with white, flaking patches. He pauses to itch at them, trying not to think about it.
nikkilbook asked: I don’t blame you, Jackie.
“Mmmmh.” Shuddering, Red curls in on himself. “It was my hands. He didn’t even have to threaten the others… I just wanted to be good for him and make everyone stop hunting us… we’re always just being hunted and hunted and hunted… I just wanted it to stop…”
Pixie-in-trebleland asked: What's going on with your hands, hun? The lack of magic use getting to you?? Anonymous asked: What happened to your hands, blue? Did Anti do something or is your magic hurting them?
Blue laughs nervously. “My hands? Nothing. A rash, probably. I’ll ask Dok sometime. It’s all fine.”
But you’ve brought his attention to them and he cringes, trying to stop scratching. After a moment his fingers suddenly curl up into tight, shaking fists, and he gasps, arching his body around his own hands, his teeth gritted tight and his face taut with pain.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” he groans, suddenly whiter. His veins are extraordinarily blue. “I’m fine, I’m fine.”
His fingers relax again and he tries to return to his darning, shaken.
nikkilbook asked: Seems to me there’s a difference between it being your hands and being your choice. Just because he didn’t wear your skin or threaten your brothers doesn’t mean it wasn’t him holding the strings.
“It’s easy to justify things if you really want to,” says Red softly, turning away from you again.
cest-mellow asked: red, i’m sorry. i’m sorry. everything is gonna be okay. you don’t deserve this, none of you do. you’re a good brother, a wonderful brother, no matter what anti tells you. you’re so so wonderful.
Red laughs aloud, burying his face in his knees, drawn up to his chest.
“You know what he told me?” he whispers. “He doesn’t even think of me as his brother. Just… just his Red. Just a protector. Maybe if I’m good he’ll want me again.”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Maybe find a balance, Red. Still be your warm ol' self, while keeping them in place.
Red doesn’t answer, running his hands through his hair.
cest-mellow asked: something has to change here, blue. anti isnt rigjt, you know this. i know you love him and want him to be happy but.. look at what he’s doing. making red go insane. using dapper as a torture machine, treating dok like he’s less than dirt, making trick feel worse and worse everyday. he’s hurting you, he’s hurting your brothers. if you all work together you can stop this.
Blue lets out a low, frightened breath through his teeth. “Sh, please, careful, Red will notice. He has that laptop now, he can see what he chooses to. And I, uh - I love Anti very much and I know that things will start looking up soon if we’re all good. So… that’s that, yep.”
He’s interrupted by the door opening and two sopping wet brothers appearing in the doorway, calling greetings. You watch Blue’s whole figure melt with relief, and he leaps to his feet to join Trick and Doktor at the door, immediately fussing over them.
“Why are you two idiots so wet? Oh, your poor coat, Dok, and it’s still pink! Ugh, you both smell, you need nice cold showers in this awful heat.”
Trick and Dok are in good spirits. “We got hosed down,” Dok explains with a grin. “To get the blood and afterbirth off.”
“Well, it didn’t work great, I have to tell you. Did it go okay?”
“It was great!” Trick claps his hands together. “Blue, Blue, you have to see the baby!” He looks like he might cry. “She was so, so, so beautiful.”
“Healthy little thing, shockingly healthy,” nods Dok.
“And look what they gave us!” cheers Trick, and presents Blue loyally with a big cardboard box full of eggs, bright yellow sodas, baked sugar buns, and, lo and behold, a whole skinned chicken.
Blue gains some color back in his cheeks, eagerly taking the box from Trick and setting it on the counter, running his hands almost reverently over the food. He didn’t know how he was going to handle explaining to them that they had run out of everything but brown rice. Handling buying groceries for everyone is not as easy as Red usually makes it look.
“You did so well,” he praises them brightly, and Trick and Dok both smile back at him, looking healthy and proud. “You’re both so talented. Look at all this, oh - I’ll cook you something to go with the rice. You go get your showers. There should be soap, still, isn’t there?”
“There is, Blue, there is.”
“Oh, good, good… Okay, yes. Ah! You’re both so dear to me. Look how well you did. Oh, you both worked for so long. I’ll get some food in you and we’ll get your clothes all washed. My excellent little brothers. Everything’s well.”
Trick and Dok welcome his praising with only one quick, concerned look between the two of them - Blue seems to get a little more assertive in his affection every day, like he’s scared they don’t know he loves them.
bupine asked: hey blue, you ok? you should see doktor about your hands if you can, it seems like they're hurting you
Dok pauses before following Trick back to their room, frowning. “What’s this about your hands?”
Blue turns away quickly, lathering them in soap to avoid their gaze. “Oh, it’s nothing, buddy, don’t worry about it. You can go get your shower.”
“Come on, Blue, you can tell me.”
“Dok, it’s really nothing, I think they’re just dry. Air’s so dry up here.”
“What? The ocean is within miles. Just show me, come now.”
“Please, Dok, you - ” Blue cuts himself off with a gasp and then Dok is yelping as someone grabs him by the hair and drags him back towards his own room.
“What did you do wrong?” asks Red flatly, standing him straight in the doorway.
“I - ow, ow, Red! I don’t - I was just - I’m supposed to look after him!”
“Oh? You’re supposed to look after him? Are you Blue’s big brother?”“
Shit! Doktor realizes his mistake. “N-no, I’m younger - ”
“So?”
“So I shouldn’t have - ah, Red! - I should have obeyed him!”
“Instead of?”
“Instead of - um - telling him to show me his hands!”
Dok is released. Trick rushes forward to grab his shoulders.
Red turns away and retreats to his room without another word, hair falling from his fingers.
Blue stands in the kitchen, mouth open and reddened hands outstretched. Trick and Dok scurry to the bathroom, holding onto each other like otters trying not to get separated as the night wears on.
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Red, I understand your fears. But... you're going to end up pushing them all away if you keep carrying on like this.
“I know,” says Red, very quickly and very softly.
“I know I will. But maybe they’ll be a little safer. I can’t be their brother anymore. I have to be the dog in charge. And the dog in charge has to bite. Anyway, Dok knows the rules. Once I remind him a few times he’ll know and it will be easier.”
He hides his hands against his chest, curling in on himself.
“I’ve always been willing to starve to see them eat,” he mumbles. “But this is like I’m giving up my soul. The worst part is, the more I do it, the more I really feel like I want to hurt them. I think I’ll be gone very soon.”
Shrieking starts up from outside his boarded up window and he startles, looking up. He wishes he could be helping Anti instead of spoiled little Dapper…
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Is Anti's love more important than the others?
“Fuck!” hisses Red, shaking his head at you, despairing. “Fuck, why do none of you never understand anything, anything, anything! You think this is about love… haven’t you ever had to survive anything…”
Anonymous asked: Red, this can't go on much longer. The people around you, the people in town, those new parents, that brand new baby - they all have lives, freedom. Yes, they might be poor, it might be hard for them, but they don't have to live in fear. They don't have to hurt the ones they love. They do not have an Anti, and you don't need one, either. It's time to go. Please, Jackie. It's time to go.
“I know you see a difference between Anti and the others,” whispers Red. “Because he can be cruel and he leads us. But Anti’s not separate from them to me, except that he’s my master as well as my little brother. I couldn’t leave him behind. Him, me, Dapper, even Trick and Dok, we’ve all done horrible things. Fuck, just a few days ago, I… I…”
He drifts off again, sighing. “Anti just gets excited about it because that’s how he was made. I don’t care what it looks like to anybody else. He’s my family. I’ll always try to protect him. He doesn’t have to return the feeling.”
He rubs at his head like it’s hurting him and gets to his feet. Maybe he’ll go see if he can spy what’s going on in the shed from the backdoor. He wonders if that girl who tried to kidnap him is dead already, or if Anti is still having Dapper carve the information out of her.
Anonymous asked: Jackie, she can help you! I know you're angry for what she did, but I'm begging you, just give her a chance. We can't all be wrong.
Red blinks and then his gaze turns angry as he backs away from the door, chained inside the house. “Her? That Genesis girl? She tried to take me away! She chained me down and hit me! She could have killed me or I might have never seen the others again!”
His breathing is picking up again, his hand over his heart.
“If she tries to fucking ‘help me,’ I’ll kill her like I should have in that alleyway! I hope Anti’s ripped her to shreds already.”
You might be barking up the wrong tree.
Anonymous asked: Okay. Then Blue. You know magic. You know Genesis could help you. Do it for your brother.
“Help me with what?” frowns Blue. “She’s going to make Anti less grumpy? She’s going to hide us better so we can live in peace for once? She’s the one trying to find us, remember? Or those… people she works with.”
He frowns deeper still, rubbing at his hands. “Strange, I feel almost like I recognized those symbols they wear on their wrists… but I never can remember…”
Sighing, Blue turns his gaze back to you. “What, you guys really believe she’s somehow okay after what she did to Red? Do you even know anything about this stranger who’s been hunting us?”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Do you see anything wrong with how you guys are being treated, Red? Cause I think that is the problem she's seeing
“I think it sucks ass that we always have to be running! And I know that Trick shouldn’t be hurting himself, but we’re doing our best cause we can’t go to the hospital or a professional or something! And I know there was that stress with Dapper’s meds, but Dok is working on it.”
Red runs his hands over his face and sighs deeply.
“Look, I know we’re poor or whatever, and cut off from the whole world, but we do what we can. That doesn’t mean we need saving, especially not a version of salvation that involves dragging me away and killing all of my brothers with magic. Did you hear the way they talked about me just because they smelled magic on me? They think Blue and Dap and Anti are demons or something!”
He shivers and rubs his shoulders. “They could really hurt them. I - oh!”
He startles as the door of the shed opens and Anti emerges, towelling blood off his hands. Red sinks away from the door, avoiding his master’s eye.
Anti is panting a little, glitching passionately. He chucks the towel at Red and claps a hand on his shoulder, pausing to rest.
“Tell Trick to guard the shed tonight,” he says. “And keep an eye on the camera. She’s dangerous. And if she gets out, there will be hell to pay.”
“Yes, Anti,” Red promises stiffly.
“Um, Anti,” calls Blue anxiously. “Dapper can come in now?”
Anti pauses for a moment, regarding him. There is something dark and impatient in his eyes, but he moves on.
“He’ll be along in a minute. He’s doing that weird thing with the ghosts again. Tell Dok to hurry up and fix him. I’m going to go clean up.”
Panicked, Blue puts aside the lunch he’s making and darts towards the door as Anti retreats down the hall, only to be snatched up at the last moment by a hand on the back of his collar.
“Don’t go out there,” Red warns. “You weren’t asked to guard or check. Anti said he would be along in a minute.”
Blue scowls and shakes him off, backing away with eyes full of tears. For a second, you think they might say something to each other.
Blue goes back to making his little brothers lunch. Red retreats to their room.
Anonymous asked: you're the caretaker, blue - you have to know that help can come from the strangest of places
Blue lets out a weak laugh. “I guess… I wouldn’t mind some help, lately. I miss… I miss…”
But he doesn’t know what it is he’s missing.
Anonymous asked: We know she didn't kill Red when she could have. We know her friend, Hermann, wanted to help Red, that he stopped the others from hurting him, and we know that he called Anti "demon." And we know that there is a better life away from Anti, but when someone holds out their hand, you need to take it. We know you love Anti, but he is hurting your brothers. Take her hand, at least try.
Blue pauses, turning a leg of chicken slowly.
“I… didn’t know all that. Maybe… but fuck, you all sound just like them… Anti’s not a fucking demon, he’s just something magical. He’s a lot like me, you know, just a different brand of sorcerer. Anyway, I’m sorry, but there’s no hand to take right now. She’s Anti’s prisoner, now. I don’t expect there’s much help for her at this point. For all I know, she’s dead already.”
Anonymous asked: How is Noodle the cat?
Trick is shaving Dok’s beard over the sink in their bathroom, but he stops halfway through to clap his hands together, delighted. “Great! So good, I love him more than Dok.”
“Hey!”
“Haha, just kidding. Behold! My kitten!”
Trick scoops his cat off the bed and presents him proudly to you.
“Mrr?” complains Noodle, stretching his little golden body in Trick’s hands. He’s already a little bigger than he was when you last saw him.
“He’s a very friendly cat,” says Dok, frowning at his halfway-shaved beard in the mirror.
“Yes, yes, yes, the best baby.” Trick smothers him in kisses and sets him on his shoulder, where Noodle is content to crawl back and forth, mewling and pushing his head against Trick’s face, asking for scratches. “He’s so good. He’s sooo good.”
Anonymous asked: alright, Caretaker. then I guess you'll never know if you could have helped your brothers.
Blue’s gaze has gone flat.
“What would you even have me do?” he asks, voice raw. “What would the point of any of it be? What can I even do about any of this?”
Anonymous asked: a poem for you, blue!! i wrote this a long time ago, don't judge, a friend told me you liked poetry :) It goes: The man who holds tight to the chain / of many fearsome hounds / must let go when the strongest pulls / or be dragged along the ground.
Blue’s face lights up. “Oh, I do! ‘The man who holds tight to the chain - ‘”
Immediately, a bright blue light is burning on his hands. He gasps and recoils, drawing them, shaking to his stomach, gritting down his teeth on a scream. No, no, no, no magic, he can’t, he has to hold on to it!
It takes him a long time to straighten up again. His face has lost all color and strands of sweaty blue hair tumble into his exhausted eyes.
“Sorry,” he coughs. “I’m not… feeling so well lately. I like your poem, though. Your structuring is very good. Thank you.”
Anonymous asked: You can try, Blue. It's all anyone can do.
“Try what?” He glances over at Red standing in the doorway. “It would be really hard to sneak out… you’d have to help me and I - oh! Dap-Dap!”
He drops his spoon and darts to Red’s side, once again held back by a hand on his collar. He growls dangerously, an odd color lighting up in his hands, but doesn’t struggle for now, calling for Dap to come back to the house.
“Dapper! Honey, come over here! My poor little brother, baby, come here!”
Dapper is standing out by the shed, looking stiff as a mannequin. He stares blankly at the house, his arms held out before him, soaked in blood. His face is very blank and he doesn’t answer Blue.
“Let me go!” shrieks Blue, tugging against Red’s grip. “He’s upset, look at him!”
Red sighs. “Would you calm down? He does this a lot.”
Blue lets out a furious cry, turning to punch his chest, startling Red but not causing him to let go. “Look what you and Anti are doing to my baby brother!” he shouts, tears rising in his eyes and color burning in his hands. He groans and clutches his fists together, furious. “He does this a lot? No, he doesn’t, not unless he’s sick or scared or being made to do horrible things!”
Red’s breathing fast. He shoves Blue out into the dirt. “Go get him and bring him back,” he snaps. “Before you get the beating you’re asking for.”
“I hate that you’re acting like this!” screams Blue, backing out of his reach. Red’s chain binds him tight to the house. “Why are you letting this happen?”
“Shut up, Blue,” snaps Red, whirling on him and returning to his room. He reaches out to slam the door before remembering Anti took it off. Distraught, humiliated, he crashes into his bed instead of his corner this time and draws his blankets over his head, hiding.
Blue lets him go and darts out towards Dapper to get his little brother back into the house. Dapper lets himself be lead, his face empty and his eyes wide and unfocused.
“Feeling okay, Dapper?” asks Blue, pulling him snugly to his chest, ignoring the blood that soaks into his shirt. He’ll clean it out later. “What happened, my darling? Did that magician girl upset you?”
Dapper just leans slightly into his chest, shaking.
Anonymous asked: Red, there had to be a better way to go about this. Trying to lead by fear will get you nowhere. Please, don’t turn to this, they rely so much on you for guidance as a big brother, not a master. They already have one of those, they don’t need another.
“This is what Anti told me to do,” he mumbles, holding himself. “This is what I have to do. This is what I can do to make it easier on them. Better I hit them than Anti…”
For a long time, he lies in silence. He’s tired to the core of his being. He didn’t know you could be so tired it hurts this badly.
And then, to your surprise, he asks you for a favor.
“Will you wake me up again if I fall asleep?”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Sure then, Red....but just remember that, at the end of the day, there are a whack load of brothers that have your back, love you, and wouldn't treat you like a dog.
Red sighs, long and low. He doesn’t know how to… ah, he’s never been good at talking about shit. Blue always seemed to understand anyway…
Anonymous asked: No??? red, you need to sleep!
He clutches his hair and sinks in on himself, hugging his shoulders. Slowly, he shakes his head back and forth, exhausted.
Anonymous asked: jeez, where's Anti? lurking around and whining about his daddy issues as usual?
You hear shouting from his room, behind the only door left in the house.
“I was just fucking out there, you insufferable little brats. Sorry I didn’t give everybody fucking kisses and ice cream! What the fuck do you idiots expect from me? Are your heads so full of air that you can’t for one second get your brain out of your asses - ”
You might want to turn your attention back to other cameras.
“Motherfucking sons of bitches - !”
Anonymous asked: Wait a minute, who is he yelling at? Us? Where’s Chase and Dok?
Dok and Trick perk up on their bed, exchanging looks. “We’re in our rooms! Wasn’t yelling at us. Right?”
“Right…” Dok pauses. “Probably…”
“Must have been yelling at you, dudes.”
Anonymous asked: Dap, buddy, can you hear us? Are you alright, love?
Blue brushes at Dapper’s hair, hoping he’ll answer you, but he just sinks father down against Blue’s body and closes his big blue eyes. Blue squishes him close and kisses his hair, feeling blood squealch beneath his fingers. He shudders.
“Dok!” he calls. “Dok, Trick! I think he just got shocked from all the blood. He gets so strange with chores like that! Sometimes he gets really, really over-excited, and he’ll come home from chores shaking so hard and grinning like a madman - or he comes hope just sobbing and sobbing while Anti drags him along by his hair - or he’s a simpering little puppy, and all he wants is somebody to hold on him - ”
“Or he clams up,” finishes Trick wearily, appearing in the room and taking one look at his brother.
“All this fucking blood!” hisses Dok, darting forward to pull Dap from Blue so he can get a look at him. Dap stares sadly up at him as he runs his hands over his head and his torso, looking for wounds.
Anonymous asked: Bahaha Anti you salty bitch, what’s your problem?
Anti cracks open the door to his room just to glare at you for two and a quarter seconds and then slam it very loudly, which only makes Dap jump and burrow into Doktor’s chest in the kitchen.
Anonymous asked: Isn't there a camera in the shed...? Are we able to see that?
You flip through your cameras. Like Anti said, you have a view on the girl: Genesis, the sorcerer.
pixie-in-trebleland asked: What happened, Dap?
“Yeah, what happened, buddy?” Trick leans forward to give Dap’s shoulder a good squeeze while Doktor wraps his arms around him, frowning. “Too much blood for one hour? Did that girl say anything about who sent her? There’s not more people going to be able to find us, right?”
“Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts.”
Doktor feels the word more than sees it and pushes Dapper back slightly to read. “What was that, Dap?”
But Dapper stares dead ahead in silence, his teeth chattering.
“Trick, what do you do to snap Doktor out of it when he gets all shell-shocked like this?”
Doktor blushes bright red and turns away from Trick and Blue, avoiding their eyes.
“Oh - we mostly just lie down in our room and I put a blanket on him and read or something and he comes back to himself eventually. If he gets violent I have to hold him down.”
“Trick,” croaks Doktor, humiliated.
“Bud, it’s just a shock thing, it’s okay…”
“I don’t like talking about it…”
“Okay, okay,” Blue cuts them off, taking back Dap. “Let’s just give him some peace and quiet, then.”
“He needs to get the blood off first,” Doktor advises sharply. “So unhygienic.”
“Alright. Let’s use your shower, come on.”
“That’s too many hands on one little guy,” Trick points out. “You and Dok look after him. I’ll finish lunch. Call me if you need anything.”
“Oh, Trick, I can finish it!”
“Blue, don’t be ridiculous, dude.”
Dok gives them both a warning look with a little hiss. Trick whitens.
“I mean, uh - whatever you say, big bro!”
Blue sighs. “No, okay. We’ll go look after him. Don’t tire yourself out, though, Trick, you’re on guard duty tonight.”
“Aw, damn! I mean - okay, that’s fine!”
cest-mellow asked: genesis? can you hear us..?
Genesis stares at you, directly across from where she sits.
There is, through her right hand, one beautiful golden dagger - Dapper’s Christmas present embedded in her palm.
Amber eyes survey you warily, her mouth taut and her eyes flashing. She leans forward in the chair she is tied to and levels you with a glare, clumps of short black hair closing in around her sharp face.
“I can see you,” she tells you. “I can see words. The talking cameras.”
Anonymous asked: Can we...talk to her? Is she okay? Well, I mean, is she alive?
Cuts litter her like stars the sky, including a delicate star carved perfectly into her cheek. Amidst the abuse, you eventually begin to distinguish heavy, deep gashes along the torso and legs from thin, patient cuts dancing across his fingers and face in pretty patterns. Burns adorn her throat like a witch’s collar.
She spits at you.
“Okay,” she laughs. “Fuck off, talking camera elves…”
She has a heavy accent, but speaks clearly.
Anonymous asked: Did dapper give you that?
“Dapper, I don’t know that. What’s dapper?”
Anonymous asked: Oh! Ma’am, can you see us? We’re here to help as much as we’re able too.
“Oh, the elves are here to help, uh-huh. The elves expect me to believe they don’t work for the little motherfucker in the vest.”
immabethehero asked: How did you get here, Genesis?
“Oh, what, you don’t know, now? Huh? I saw the cameras in the streets and the shitty old bars, but I didn’t think they would be full of spies. So you told the demon I was coming, huh? Mean little camera elves. Little fuckers.”
She spits again, a sudden tremble consuming her body as the blood loss begins to hurt her.
“Haha, it stings… I was trying to find the demon who stabbed Hermann and made the man in the red hood his little slave. I cast spells all over the city, but, see, only in the mountain did I find magic I did not recognize… I know all the other sorcerers in the city, but there’s some kind of power up here, so I thought, it must be the demon. But he knew I was coming… I didn’t even tell Emmanuela that I was going…”
Anonymous asked: Hey, I mean, that’s understandable. That little motherfucker in the vest is dapper
“Dapper little motherfucker,” she says, rubbing her aching cheek against her shoulder, pulling against her ropes. “What sort of a demon calls itself Dapper? Sounds like a silly boy name. You’re making fun of me?”
Anonymous asked: dapper is the one with the moustache, but that's not his real name. we're on your side, here.
“Oh? He doesn’t use his real name? Dapper means something? If you’re really on my side, you should tell me his real name so I can curse him better.”
immabethehero asked: The demon in question is Anti. He's kidnapped and brainwashed a whole bunch of guys. The one in the vest is called Dapper, but his real name is Jameson.
“Oh, Jameson, huh? Pretty. I’ll fill his throat with razor blades once I get out of these goddamn ropes!”
She lets out a raw scream and tugs harder against them, disturbing a deep wound in her shoulder and hissing as blood comes flowing down. For the first time, she shows a flash of fear, hyperventilating for a second before she remembers herself and stays together.
Anonymous asked: his real name is Jameson Jackson, but Anti erased a lot of his (and the other boys’) memories about their past and their real names, so he might not respond to that name. You’re the magic expert here, thought.
“Tell me everything about this Jameson Jackson. Why does he keep the other men his prisoners? Why doesn’t he talk? Why does he have a mustache like a Frenchman from the 1930s? I’ll shave it off him. Fucker, little motherfucker.”
She pauses, trying to think of more English curse words.
“Dick,” she finishes confidently, nodding at you and flicking her hair out of her face.
Anonymous asked: Alright, let’s all chill out okay? We’re not here to patronize you. Dapper isn’t the demon. It’s Anti, the one that was most likely with him. And you must have pissed him off pretty bad too, which is great.
“Oh, oh, I piss him off? Here, tell him this, tell him he has pissed me off, and I will make him regret it, because I expect he will not like to have this chair shoved down his throat! Like I started this, huh? He’s the one stabbed my stupid idiot friend! And I love my stupid idiot friend! Motherfucker to the max!”
She rocks her chair and nearly tips over, giving a little shriek. After this, she needs a moment to recover, and sighs deeply, looking back at you.
“Okay, fine, but I think you understand why I am not ‘chill.’”
Anonymous asked: Jameson is mute. He dresses like he’s from the early 1900s, because he is. He can change the course of time with his abilities, so if something happens that he or Anti doesn’t like, it can be adjusted. And I’d advise you not to hurt him unless absolutely necessary out of defense, because you will absolutely be killed.
Genesis frowns, chewing on her lip, trying to distinguish between truths and lies.
“A very old demon, then… I will be careful… which I guess would have been a good note for before I came looking, but the Old Man says thinking ahead is not my strong suit. Or even a suit I fit into at all.”
Anonymous asked: Oh yeah, you’re totally right. But you also beat the shit out of our stupid idiot too so..we even? Can we talk now? Camera to woman, woman to camera?
“Hmmm.” She narrows her amber eyes at you. “Little camera elves… okay, yeah, we’re talking, aren’t we? Tell me who you are.”
Anonymous asked: Dap, Blue? What's happening?
“We’re just getting cleaned up,” Blue answers in a warm, soothing voice. “We’re doing just fine, just fine.”
You find him in the bathroom with Dap, getting himself soaked by holding Dapper up in the shower. They’ve stripped their little brother down to his boxers and Blue is running shampoo through his hair, massaging his scalp and turning the water around the drain a fine pink. Dok enters the bathroom with his first aid kit and Noodle in one hand, making Dap light up just a little.
Anonymous asked: You’re a good man Trick
Trick turns to give you a full and beautiful smile.
“Thank you,” he chirps, loading chicken and rice onto plates.
Anonymous asked: They’re telling you to listen to the woman, let her go. If you did then both Red and Trick would pay for it. Maybe instead you should try and learn something from her that you could use to save your family, Blue.
Blue washes Dapper’s face gently, deep in thought.
“Fuck, I wish I could know more about that girl,” he whispers. “Something about those people… I wish I could remember anything…”
He sighs, rubbing Dapper’s shoulders with the washcloth. “But it might be easier for you to talk to her than me.”
A moment passes and you expect him to be done, but then, just loud enough for you:
“I’m sorry I’m not of more use in this… please take care of my brothers in any way you can. My hands are so tightly bound…”
Anonymous asked: Don't worry, we want to help. We heard about your friend, Hermann. We're so sorry that he was hurt. What happened to him?
Genesis sinks slightly in on herself, her mouth falling.
“Mh, you’re sorry?”
She glares bitterly up at you for a second, but then she turns her gaze away, softening. It’s not you she’s mad at, in the end.
“He was very bad for a long time. What a miserable Christmas… he’s alive, still. He was asleep for so long. I hate seeing him like this. It’s like all the energy - zap, gone. And Hermann’s so stupid, you know, so he’s usually all full of energy. He’s like a dog that’s really excited to see you. Even if you’re like, okay, dog, you’re kind of annoying at first! Eventually the dog grows on you. And then the dumbass thing gets himself stabbed, and makes Christmas so shitty.”
She stares down at the floor, her lip trembling a little.
“He would notice that I’ve been gone… but probably Emmanuela and the Old Man will not.”
She pauses, alarmed, and sits up straight to glare at you again. “Don’t tell that stupid demon that, you little camera elves! You better not be lying about anything!”
Anonymous asked: Genesis, one of the boys, (Blue, former magician, great guy) feels like he recognizes a symbol on your wrist What is it? Did it mean anything?
Genesis stiffens, her eyes narrowing darkly. Her gaze flickers down to the band on her wrist - a leather strap with a raven etched into it, its beak open and its eye shaped like a jewel.
“It’s… nothing.” Her lips curls at you. “Just… a club. You don’t need to know!”
Anonymous asked: Hey, any go ahead from you is enough alright? Take care of the others and we’ll see what we can do
Blue looks relieved. He gives you a very shaky little smile.
“Okay… I can try to do that much.”
He’s never felt fonder of you.
florenceisfalling asked: woah, yeesh, we don't like the demon any more than you do.
“Oh.” She pauses, blinking at you. “No? You think so too? Motherfucker to the max?”
She puffs to get some of her hair out of her face. “Cut my goddamn ponytail out… you don’t work for him?”
Anonymous asked: genesis, four of them have powers, so it's unlikely you'll have an easy time getting out of this. please be careful, for your own sake, and theirs. the guys under anti's control will suffer if you fuck it up.
“Four of them have powers! Goddamn, goddamn! This sucks on ass! Damn! Well, I can take them!” She pauses, glancing around. “Really, I just need this knife out of my hand… then I could go home in a snap. Okay, four guys under the demon’s control?”
Anonymous asked: It's not the vest you should worry about - he's Dapper, by the way. Anti is the real problem here. We think we can help you, but can you tell us who you are?
She pauses, frowning. “But… the one in the vest came to find the one in the sweatshirt. He’s the one who stabbed Hermann.”
She blows air up onto her own face, miserably hot. “Oh, I’m cooking in this goddamn sun! This little garage is all metal! Who I am? My name is Genesis. You name just about any country on this continent and I’ve lived there. For work, I copy books in a library and stop catastrophes. What else you want, huh? I’m a Scorpio, okay? I have twenty-four years.”
Anonymous asked: Five, technically. He has no powers, just a gun and a kitten. Hell be out guarding you tonight. Maybe try talking to him later?
Genesis’s eyes light up, thinking. “So, okay. One of the little prisoners. A gun and a kitten? Tell me everything about him. Maybe I can convince him to let me go? Do you think?”
Anonymous asked: five total people under his control. dapper and blue have magic, but i don't think blue is allowed to use his. the others are normal. none of them are evil, just trapped with the demon.
“Five! Five, what sort of a monster! This shit must be why Hermann was so desperate to get involved! He kept talking about the twin gringos in the market, he was sure they were involved in something awful. Well, I hate to say it, but I guess he was right. Don’t tell him I said that. Shit, shit! He’s going to want to save them, isn’t he?”
She sighs out a deep breath.
“Okay, two magic boys, none of them are evil… according to you… how do you know none of them are evil? Tell me all about them.”
Anonymous asked: dapper isn't the demon, please don't try to mess with him - he's a victim, too. they all are, except the one who always glitches.
“Hmm.” She doesn’t look convinced. “Why can’t they both be demons, huh? I can smell the power on them and they look like brothers.”
nikkilbook asked: Have you seen the other one? The one that can change his shape and control the others?
“I saw the one in the vest and the one with two different colors of eyes.”
florenceisfalling asked: they're not evil because they don't choose to hurt anyone. they're a family, they used to have normal lives, jobs, and kids. they try their best to take care of each other and be kind, but they're super brainwashed. only one of them is a demon - there's power on dapper, but he's just a time traveler. he doesn't have any other powers that we know of.
Genesis stares down at the ground for a long time. She’s beginning to wear down. Dapper’s star bleeds gently down her cheek.
“I don’t know,” she says. “Lots of bad people have families. Lots of bad people have normal lives. Or even if they were good once… don’t you think, sometimes, when enough bad things happen to you, part of you just… becomes… bad too?”
She looks up at you, her eyes dark. “Listen,” she says. “I’m sorry. But I’ll do what I have to to get out of here. I hope you understand that.”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Blue, did you used to belong to a club of some kind?
Blue washes the sticky blood out of Dapper’s hands, cleaning each finger. “A club? I don’t know. I don’t remember much before Anti. Figments is all. Luckily that stuff wasn’t important.”
Dapper sniffles, rubbing at his face wearily. Blue beams at him, trying to encourage him to move.
“How we doing now, sweetie?”
“Ghosts,” mumble Dapper’s hands. “Ghosts.”
“I know, buddy. I know.”
“Not reacting well to anything,” murmurs Dok, a hand on Blue’s shoulder. And then, louder, “Here, Dap, have some water.”
nikkilbook asked: Red, will something bad happen if you fall asleep?
Red is lying like he’s already asleep in his bed, his hair mussed all over the place and his eyes dull, but stubbornly still slitted open. Eventually he shivers and looks away from you, breathing deep.
“No,” he mumbles. “I’m just being a baby.”
bupine asked: red, it's ok for you to sleep. i'm sure nothing too bad can happen in a few hours :D unless anti told you you couldn't?
“No, I can, I can,” whimpers Red, clutching at his hair. “No, nothing bad will happen, nothing… just feels like it… don’t… you don’t have to watch over me…”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Someone needs to watch over you, Red. You aren't completely alone in this.
“Please,” snorts Red. “Like I want anybody to see me like this. Like Blue doesn’t have enough to deal with now that I can’t even… now that I can’t even…”
He trails off, his mouth very tight. The chain around his ankle drags loudly as he readjusts.
bupine asked: we're just trying to see if you're ok, red. you haven't been yourself lately, everything in the house seems so much more strained. how long has dapper been hurting that woman, do u know? he's so shaken up and keeps talking about seeing ghosts
“Fuck, damn,” Red hisses, covering his face. “Anti will be so angry… Dok can’t seem to find the right stuff to level him out again after his medicine was messed up. He’s super clingy and shaky. Anti will be so angry… I’m worried it’s not just hallucinations… fuck.
“We just found that woman this morning, though. I think Anti is trying to find out where she comes from and how he can find the other person. He’s still angry someone tried to steal me away.”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Do you have any suspicions as to why they would have taken you, Red?
Red cringes, his mouth beginning to tremble.
“They think Anti or Dapper or Blue is some sort of demon… and I bet they think I’m bad too for fighting that man… and if they get their hands on me again they’ll probably…”
He clutches at his shoulders, curling in on himself, his teeth gritted very tight in his mouth.
“This is almost as bad as being asleep,” he groans, rubbing his face back and forth against his mattress.
Anonymous asked: Is he alright?
Blue helps a trembling Dapper back to his feet, fetching him a towel as he steps out of the shower, though all he does is pull it around his shoulders like a blanket and hide from you. Blue adjusts accordingly, getting a second towel to start drying him off himself.
“Yeah, we’re okay, aren’t we, bud?” soothes Blue.
Dap doesn’t answer. His face is twitching.
“Aren’t we, Dok?” asks Blue, turning to him.
Dok gives him a worried glance, biting down on his lip.
Blue hisses out a curse under his breath even as he turns to offer Dapper a big warm smile, toweling his hair playfully. “Something has to change,” you hear him whisper to Dok. “This environment is too much stress for him.”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Hey Dok? Do you have anything to help Red sleep? He'd super on edge..
Dok pales a little, turning his eyes from you. “Trust me, Red doesn’t want anything from me. Nothing I can do about it.”
“He won’t sleep hardly at all,” whispers Blue.
“Maybe you could try giving him some melatonin.”
“He wakes up screaming every time.”
“I know, we hear him across the house. I don’t know why Anti doesn’t - ”
“Shhh, Dok, sh, careful…”
They fall silent again. Whistling reaches them as Trick comes down the hallway with chicken and rice and bright yellow sodas piled up in his arms.
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Do any of you boys want to keep Red company? Maybe he needs a friend.
Dok shakes his head vigorously, and Trick nods along with his twin almost without thinking about it, setting up a late lunch in their room.
“Don’t ask us,” Dok tells you emphatically, putting a hand over his aching skull. “Most of the time he won’t even have Blue.”
Blue’s mouth has gone very thin. He glances back towards his and Red’s room again and again, but he doesn’t go to him. He’s been yelled at enough for today.
“Why’s J - happy - sad?” asks Dap, snuffling and shivering in his towel.
Dok and Blue frown and exchange looks.
“What was that sign, honey?”
“J - happy. Why sad?”
Dok blinks. Blue chews on his lip, shaking his head.
Dapper frowns at the two of them, blinking his eyes, confused.
Anonymous asked: i think he means red.
“Do you mean Red, buddy?” asks Dok, pulling him into their room.
“Red?”
Dok sighs and sits him down. Blue watches from the doorway, his eyes flickering nervously from Dapper to Red’s room.
bupine asked: j-happy? could be a personal sign dapper made up for red. he's seemingly a bit delirious right now, he's maybe not thinking right and forgot red's name?
“You know Dapper has his confused days,” Trick points out, already popping a bite of chicken in his mouth. “Remember that time he thought somebody had kidnapped him?”
Dapper frowns down at the ground, blinking slowly.
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Dap, do you remember everyone's names?
“Who’s everyone?”
“Okay,” snaps Blue, shaking his head. “Enough talking about this. Eat your chicken, Dap-Dap. Look, your brothers even brought you fancy sodas. Yum, huh? Good to get some sugar in you.”
Anonymous asked: *whispers* do you mean jackie, dapper?
“Connection must be real buggy,” muses Trick, popping the cap off a soda. “Can barely make some of these out.”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Dok? Is Dapper being this delirious normal?
Doktor glances nervously at the camera, reaching out to pet Dapper’s hair, uncharacteristically affection. You see him give a tiny headshake.
“Delusional, not delirious. But we just need to figure your medicine out,” he croaks, looking suddenly exhausted. “Wish we could just go back to the Haldol, huh, bud?”
Dapper tilts his head sorrowfully against his hand, looking up at him.
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Red? Why don't you let someone keep you company? At least until you fall asleep?
“Oh, come on,” he scoffs, turning his back on you. “You really think the others are supposed to see me like this?”
There’s a long pause.
“Anti… nearly stopped Blue from sleeping with me anymore… we don’t talk, during the night… he says he’ll muzzle me if I do…”
nikkilbook asked: Guys, please don’t do this to him. Not again. You’ve all got each other—he needs you, too. Remember kindness, please. Red needs you. Jackie needs you.
Trick curls his lip up, stabbing at his chicken and looking over at Dok, who only frowns back. Dapper stares between his brothers, frowning and waiting for someone to talk, but nobody does.
Blue won’t meet the camera’s gaze. His hands tremble too badly for him to hold his fork.
“Can’t help someone who won’t let you,” he tells you finally, in a voice like a white flag.
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Is there a way you could secretly get him back on the haldol?
“I tried putting him back on the Haldol,” Dok explains, his face falling. “But something about the Risperdal messed it up, and I had to wean him off that, and then I tried putting him back on the Haldol slow, but it wasn’t working, and he was having really bad hallucinations, so I tried something really strong, but he was having horrible dizziness, so he couldn’t even walk, so I had to take him off that slow, and now we’re trying something new - ”
“Dok, Dok.” Trick reaches out to grab his wrist and Doktor stops, burying his face in his hands. “Dude, it’s okay, it’s okay. You’re going to figure it out.”
Doktor doesn’t answer. Dapper stares up at Blue, bewildered, but all Blue can do is pull him close and rub his shoulders, pressing their heads together.
reverseblackholeofwords asked: Red, you know we're watching out for you, and your brothers won't let anyone take you or hurt you. You're protected and loved, and I know it doesn't feel like that now. But you just have to remind yourself that it's true.
Exhausted, Red lies still against his mattress, blinking slowly at you as he tries not to fall asleep. But there’s something warm and reassuring about the message, and even if it feels like his brothers are a continent away, he tries to take some comfort in it as it swirls around his head again and again.
Protected and loved… fuck, what he wouldn’t give… hell, but he’s tired…
Anonymous asked: uhhh trick, is red still awake or sleeping?
Trick glances nervously over at you, but consents to your request and gets up to check. He slinks carefully to the door of his room and peers out and into Red’s, hiding slightly behind the door.
Red is curled up in silence, breathing deep and slow, his eyes closed.
“Looks like,” he whispers, drawing away again.
“Give it fifteen minutes on the screaming,” mumbles Dok, sipping his soda. There’s something very dark in his gaze.
“Really? I give him… an hour and a half!”
“What are we betting?”
“Boys,” snaps Blue, his face furious. Trick and Dok avert their gaze meekly, returning to each other’s sides. Trick puts his head down on Dok’s shoulder and hums, too pre-occupied by the fact that it makes Dok smile to notice Blue hiding his hands beneath his shirt, his face stark white.
Anonymous asked: Genesis, do you know the name Marvin?
Genesis is already shaking her head back and forth on the camera, trying to keep herself steady and awake. She breathes out slow breaths, losing color and draining blood.
“Marvin? Oh, no… I don’t know, I don’t think so…”
Anonymous asked: Say what you're thinking, Blue.
“I think these little hooligans know exactly what I mean,” grumbles Blue, making the twins shrivel beneath his gaze, guilty smiles on their mouths.
“Sorry, Blue,” says Trick with a winning grin. “We were just teasing.”
“Making fun of nightmares is not teasing, boys.”
Trick and Dok exchange looks with a cold note of apathy in them. Trick’s hand falls subconsciously to rest on a dark bruise on Doktor’s wrist.
Anonymous asked: Blue, seriously, you need to talk to someone about whatever it is that’s happening with your hands. Ignoring it will only make it worse and probably harder to fix. It’s okay to need help sometimes.
“It’s fine, it’s fine!” cries Blue, clutching them together beneath his shirt, despite a blue light seeping through his clothes. Dok and Trick look up, alarmed. “I know the rules, I’m not trying to break them! It’s already my fault those people found us! I have to keep it under control!”
“Blue,” say Trick and Dok at the same time. Trick leans forward with his hands out-stretched, while Dok is already getting to his feet. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing, nothing, it’s nothing!”
“Show me,” demands Dok, kneeling down beside him and grabbing at his hands. “Show me, now.”
“Please, Dok - ”
But Dapper is up on his knees too, reaching out to help drag his hands away. Dok grits his teeth hard, glaring down at the injured fingers and palms.
Blue’s hands are redder than his twin’s hair and they tremble so hard it must be painful. Skin flakes off them in peeling patches, like a bad sunburn, and blood is welling, for a reason Dok cannot fathom, from beneath the fingernails.
“What is this,” asks Doktor flatly. “Red did this to you.”
“No! Dok, it’s just - it’s just - it’s just power!”
“Your power is a part of you, same as Dapper’s, and his never hurts him like this. Does it? No. Why is this happening?”
“Because he hasn’t casted in months,” says Dap, but no one’s looking at him - except Blue, who boxes him off from Trick and Dok’s view and makes him scowl.
“It’s just because of the memory loss,” he chokes, suddenly rising to his feet. “I forgot how to use it right. I need to figure it out on my own, thank you. I think I want a nap, too, you’ll excuse me.”
“Blue!” cry Trick and Dok, in tandem for the second time.
“I said, you’ll excuse me,” snarls Blue, whirling on them, and suddenly he and Red really do look like twins, in more ways than one.
Trick and Dok fall silent, staring at the floor, the fight gone out of them.
Blue vanishes down the hall.
Trick leans down to kiss the dark bruise on Doktor’s wrist, and then over to kiss Dapper too, just for good measure, trying to get the look of utter confusion off his poor little brother’s face.
nikkilbook asked: Red doesn’t seem like he’s the one making the decisions here. Do you know about the muzzle?
“Fuck, don’t say that word!” cries Dok, looking horrified. Trick cringes and blushes bright red at his side, turning his face away from him and dropping his twin’s wrist.
“What an awful thing! Anti used to use that when Trick was still under the old master’s control! Don’t mention such a thing, oh, dear… For Red? Oh, dear… well, maybe that’s why he’s been such a motherfucker to deal with lately…”
Trick is covering his face with his hands, tomato red.
Anonymous asked: Blue, I think you know Genesis, and she's bleeding out. Is there any way you can sneak out and go see her?
You find Blue again in his room, panting on the other side of the room from Red, curled in on himself. He signs to be quiet.
“What, so I can get the shit beat out of me by my twin?” he asks, tears coursing down his cheeks. Grief and rage twist up his whole face. “If you really want to talk to her, Dok and Trick will be out together to guard her soon. I’m so fucking tired.”
He pauses, trying to take a deep breath or two.
“Is she… really bleeding out? I don’t know what you mean about knowing her.”
immabethehero asked: She was symbols on her similiar to a pack of cards. Does that remind you of anything?
“She does?”
Blue gets up uncertainly and tilts his head at Red’s computer, wondering if he can catch a glimpse of the girl on the security camera.
“Where? I only saw the sigil on her wrist.”
Anonymous asked: Genesis, is there something, anything you can tell us about your club? We think our friend was in it once, and we need to jog his memory. He might trust you if he knows even the smallest thing!
Genesis snorts and closes her eyes, turning away.
“I’ve said enough already! I bet the demon can see this, huh?”
She sighs and eventually turns back to you, frowning. “If he really knows something about it, he should have a… club…”
She sighs. “Okay, it’s called an ‘order.’ He should have a national order he belongs to. Otherwise he’s a rogue cast, which would be why his signal was picked up unregistered in the area anyway.”
immabethehero asked: It's a band on her wrist. A leather strap with a raven etched into it, its beak open and its eye shaped like a jewel.
Blue pauses. Even his hands are stilled for a moment. He stares at the floor.
“With… a jewel for an eye?”
immabethehero asked: I'm not sure. Do you have a club, anywhere on you?
“A club? I have card symbols on my ankle. Club, spade, diamond, heart.”
He shows you his tattooed ankle beneath his jeans.
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Maybe we can try to phrase it differently....did you know a sorcerer of some kind who had an affinity for nature stuff? Marvin here, who goes by Blue, can make flowers grow with ease with his emotions. At least, he used to...
Genesis raises her eyebrows. “Sounds like a pretty power. Which hand does he cast with? Marvin, huh? What country he is from?”
Anonymous asked: Genesis says she was in something called an "order," and you would have a club on you. See? You're connected!
“Did she say I would have a club on me? I thought these were just my power symbols. Anti likes me to hide them. I don’t know what she would know about me.”
He pulls slightly away from you again, catching sight of Red and remember his mistrust.
“I don’t like her! She tried to take Red from me!”
immabethehero asked: Genesis!! The blue haired man, called Blue, has a club, spade, heart and diamond tattooed on his ankle!!!
“Oh, cool. I don’t know anything about that. What’s a spade? That isn’t what I meant when I said he might be in a club, but I always believed that coincidences must mean something, yes?”
nikkilbook asked: I thought you were angry with Red.
“Oh, so I should let him be fucking abducted?” scowl Blue’s hands. He whirls away from you, sulking.
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Genesis, he has a tattoo of card suits on his ankle. He's European of some kind.
She shrugs. “Europe is big. But organizations out there are close-knit - I am surprised he is not registered with an order, or was never caught by those who prevent catastrophe. Magicians do not really function alone, or hardly ever. They are at least known to the national order, and usually a part of it.”
immabethehero asked: As in card symbols, Genesis! He has all four tattooe on his ankle!!! His real name is Marvin the Magnificent, btw.
Genesis shrugs at you, her mouth tilted into a frown. “Doesn’t mean anything to me.”
Anonymous asked: Yes, she's in really bad shape. Maybe you don't "know" her personally, but you might have some kind of connection to her. I know this is scary, but you're so strong. You can help her.
Blue keeps his back turned to you for a long time.
Like he’s waging some war with himself.
“I know about a bird with a jewel eye,” he says finally, aloud, but in a tiny, croaking voice. “But I… I can’t be like her, can I?”
He covers his face with his hands, trying to breathe. “What if Anti sees my - what if Anti realizes I’m connected to her and - and - and strings me up too? What if I do belong to some sort of horrible order that tries to steal people away from their families? I don’t… I don’t remember, I didn’t mean…”
He fidgets with the hem of his shirt, stroking his right shoulder.
nikkilbook asked: I suspect he uses both hands to cast, given that both hands are raw and bleeding because he hasn’t cast in months. He also uses poetry as focus words.
“Both hands?” Genesis sits up straight, staring at you with wide, excited eyes. “Like a really powerful sorcerer! Oh, poetry, like a real traditionalist!”
nikkilbook asked: Blue, I think a distinction needs to be made that she and her friends were trying to steal someone away from a demon, not their family. She calls them “the ones who prevent catastrophe.”
Blue whitens, staring at you.
“I don’t… know why I know that phrase.”
He stalks away, staring at the wall, picking at his shoulder.
Anonymous asked: Genesis? How are you holding up? We want to help you, and the boys that Antis captured. Can you tell us anything so we can do that?
She sighs, closing her eyes. “I’ll be fine, okay? I’m tough, you know, good blood in me. Strong heart and all, no sweat. Just a little blood is all. Damn. I don’t know how you can help - I need to tell the rest of my order to come help. They could maybe stop the demon… except there’s only a few of us, and he seems to have such a tight grip. Tell your magician boy that if he would cast something strong, strong enough to overcome the way the demon has been trying to hide him, the Order would be alerted and could come.”
badlypostedeverything asked: They've all been emotionally abused and manipulated into depending on Anti (The bad one). They think that he loves them, and are unwilling to hurt him in any way, however they are not bad people
“Anti,” she repeats softly.
“That’s the bad one, then? You’re truthful?”
She stares at the wall, thinking.
“What… is he? To control so many people enough that they believe this? Your boys are in a bad tangle, little camera elves… this is a great deal of power, hidden up here in this mountain.”
florenceisfalling asked: lots of bad people had families and lives, but CHOSE cruelty instead. these people didn't choose this. they just want to be safe again. and if you try to leave without helping them - helping undo what the demon's done - you're probably gonna get your ass kicked.
Genesis sighs. “I think I already did. It’s not that I don’t want to help - it’s just, I’m not sure I can.”
Anonymous asked: Well at least you’ve still got a sense of humour. And no, dapper is Antis guard dog at this point. Anti doesn’t like getting his hands dirty so he uses Dapper to do the work for him, and really anyone else.
“Okay, the little man in the vest - he’s good news, just controlled? What a dick he acts like. Like my skin is a canvas. Little fucker. Very well, I’ll forgive him if he can break free.”
immabethehero asked: Genesis, the guy with the hair is a magician with magic. His real name's Marvin the Magnificent!!! He used to have a mask with different card symbols before Anti screwed him over and brainwashed him
“The guy with the hair! Haha, are most of them bald? Okay, Marvin the magnificent magician.”
Anonymous asked: We're only trying to help you. If you're gonna get out of here, you'e going to have to know what you're dealing with. And Jameson is the LEAST of your worries, I promise. And we're really sorry about Hermann.
“Oh, thank you. Yes… I’m glad he survived. We weren’t sure, for a while there. He’s… he’s like a brother to me, really. Dumb boy…”
Cest-mellow asked: jameson isn’t the demon! none of them are demons except anti. if you want to kill someone, it should be anti. he has them all as his “little slaves” just how you saw the man in the red hood. all of them are brainwashed and hurt. anti made jameson torture you, and hell probably make him do a lot worse if you’re not careful. Five anons and immabethehero made similar points and were added.
Genesis shakes her head, disoriented by all the messages. “Hell, how many camera elves are there? Damn, okay, thank you, this helps, this - I’m sorry, time traveler?”
She pauses for a long time, staring at the wall.
“You know what,” she says, a little white. “Maybe obvious, but uhhh… I’m starting to think I’m in real trouble.”
Anonymous asked: You've never spoken to her, Blue, you can't know if you don't like her. Don't you know she probably has people she cares about, too? Her friend, Hermann, is hurt and she wants to take care of him. She keeps mentioning friends that she hopes are looking for her. You have to know what that feels like. Give her a chance.
“Oh, she… she really has friends? That could be dangerous, right, that… I guess she must be angry Dap stabbed her friend, though… I guess I get that…”
immabethehero asked: There is no resting for you guys, is there? Maybe you just leave Anti?
“I love Anti, I love Anti, I love Anti,” chant Blue’s hands, as he paces around the room, his fingers clenched tight together. “I love him, I love him. Blue, stop thinking.”
Anonymous asked: She says Hermann is like her brother.
“Aww.” Blue reaches for his heart as though touched, only to yank his hand away again, eyes wide. “No, I don’t care!”
nikkilbook asked: Blue, what’s wrong with your shoulder? Are you all right?
“It’s just a tattoo, right? It doesn’t have to mean anything! It doesn’t have to mean anything about her or me or anything. It’s just a tattoo. It’s just a coincidence. It’s just a bird! Right?”
Anonymous asked: Wait everyone hold up, this is great and all, finding someone who is sane and could help out, but how do we know that she’s the real deal? That she won’t go and kill the boys once she knows enough? I mean Antis fine but what about the others
“Yeah, exactly, exactly!” Blue clings too it, eyes too bright. “She’ll bring more people back, they’ll hunt us down, beat my baby brothers like they beat Red, steal us away, away, kill us! She’s bad, like Anti said! And I’m not like her!”
Anonymous asked: Ma’am, we’re sorry, but you have to calm down. No one is going to hurt you alright? Nothing gets said to the demon, this is all between us. You have our word, is that enough for now?
She sighs. Shrugs. Weary.
“We’re talking, aren’t we? That’s all I can promise for now.”
Anonymous asked: You do care, Blue! You care! You're angry, and sad, and you're full of love and poetry. Stop holding it in! The world deserves to see the Magnificence of you! Let it out!
Blue licks at his mouth, frantic.
“Fuck, but my hands hurt,” he sobs, making Red stir. “Fuck, but I want this to stop!”
Anonymous asked: Blue. Marvin. We need you to do a really big favor for us, and you're not gonna like the sound of it, but we promise you can trust us, okay?
Blue stares at you, eyes blown wide. Clenching and unclenching his hands.
Anonymous asked: hush. just tell me your favorite poem, blue.
Blue closes his eyes.
“Not that,” whisper his hands. “Red will be punished. He promised Anti… he promised Anti I would stop casting… I’ve held this back for so long, I can last, I can last…”
He sinks down to his knees. Staring at Red.
You remember, from a long time ago, hearing Anti call his twin system a failsafe.
Anonymous asked: We genuinely want to help, Genesis. The only reason we know anything that's going on is because Anti thinks it's funny. We know who the boys used to be and he wants us to see how he's stripped their identities away. It's his sick way of proving he's "won" but they're still here and so are we. So we help them however we can. And right now you're our best option.
She nods slowly. “So even you, too, are kept here by the demon’s cruelty… But I am just one woman. I think you are underestimating how much power it will take to be freed of a creature like this… I’ve heard only snippets of legends about monsters that steal love like this. Either you must get the boys away from the monster forever, or you must see that every single one of them turns their back on it, so the demon cannot be made strong by their control, and turn them against each other. It will take either a great external force to steal them away and keep them hidden for the rest of their lives, or an even great act of revolution from within each of these men he has made into slaves.”
Anonymous asked: this is how you save him, blue.
Blue stares at the floor, breathing in, and out.
“From… Anti?”
Anti’s guard dog is asleep at his feet. Anti’s ears are closed with Red’s eyes.
Blue stares down at the old scars on Red’s face. At the chain around his ankle.
In the other room, he can hear Trick and Dok chatting, light and happy, occasionally pausing to reassure their confused little brother of whatever’s upsetting them. They feast on chicken and soda pop, because most of the time, Anti doesn’t give them the spare change it takes to buy sugar.
Blue licks at his lips.
Anonymous asked: We try, Genesis, but the minute we have one, we lose him again. Anti can just take them away whenever he wants, and they love him. We're scared we can never help them. That's why we're so hopeful to meet you. Something new needs to happen.
“Yes,” she murmurs. “Yes, I’m sure, especially if a long time they have been under his control… it might take you a long time yet. Maybe we can get them away from the monster - if not forever, at least long enough for them to find themselves again. Damn, this is the sort of thing Hermann loves… he would know all about it, if I could get them back to him. Spells for purity and strength and resilience. They could band together there, and be able to fight him, but… the truth is… there are only a few of us at the base right now… the Old Man does not fight anymore, and Hermann is injured… I fear it will only be me and Nicholas and Emmanuela. Maybe one or two others, if they’ve stopped in.”
She sighs. “Your boys are very badly tangled up.”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Blue, what's a little poetry going to do? Or hum a tune. Get your mind off of the pain, or get away from red and the others to let a little bit of the magic out.
“Not now,” he whispers finally. “Not now. Let the others fall asleep, so Anti will know it’s not there fault. Let it be mine alone…
“I can wait… just a few more hours. I can get everything ready, so, when I’m gone, they’ll still be okay.”
His face has gone very white.
But there is an old, familiar light in there.
“You’ll tell them I loved them, won’t you?”
He staggers towards the door, as if a weight stands on his shoulders - no, as if it has been taken off, after sitting there for so long it makes him unbalanced to be gone.
“I, um… I need to…”
What does he need to do? What can he do to caretake?
“Fresh water,” he mumbles, gathering up the jugs in the kitchen. “I need to get them fresh water…”
Anonymous asked: You're so brave. We love you. And you'll tell them yourself.
Marvin smiles at you, just for a second.
nova-cryptid asked: Genesis, a little while ago, when we mentioned the bird with the gem eye you have, Marvin starting picking at his shoulder, and when we asked him what was wrong he started rambling about how, and I quote “it was just a tattoo, right?” and “it didn’t have to mean anything about me or her” eventually saying (at this point he seemed worried almost) “it’s just a bird! Right?” I think maybe Marvin could have the same or a similar tattoo on his shoulder, but I’m not completely sure.
“Oh? Well, why you are asking me, then? Make him take his shirt off. Damn, I wish this was under a more fun context. You should make my guard boy take his shirt off too. What do you say?”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Hey Dok? You and Trick can take care of each other, right?
Dok and Trick sit up from where they were trying to coax Dapper to eat more, alarm in their faces.
“Um… yeah,” Trick laughs nervously. “Why do you… why do you ask? Is someone angry?”
Doktor’s getting to his feet, glancing around the house, worry on his mouth.
Anonymous asked: Marvin? How are you holding up, buddy?
“It’s weird how much better I feel just thinking about it… ending.”
Blue stares down at his hands as he scoops up bottle after bottle and jug after jug. You don’t know how he’ll carry it all when it’s full. It will take him two trips without his twin. He’s been doing it every day since Red was sent to get Anti that book.
“I think I’ll wait til… til tonight, and try and get far from Red, so Anti will maybe… fuck, I hope he doesn’t punish him, I…”
Blue chews on his lip, nervous.
“I’d just like this to end,” he sighs, rubbing his trembling hands. “Without hurting anyone. I wish Anti would just… but forget it. I can’t ask him to be something he’s not. This is just how it has to be.”
Anonymous asked: Don’t leave a note Blue, and go as soon as possible. Dapper isn’t in great shape to time travel right now. Be safe.
“Shit, do you think Dap will be in trouble too? What if he gets sick trying to turn back, or he’s too freaked out and Anti hurts him? My poor baby.”
Blue’s anxiety has shot up and he pauses in the doorway, staring back at the room of the brothers he’s started to think of as triplets more than anything else.
“They’re so good,“ he whimpers. “I don’t know how they stay so good in all this. All they ever do is look after each other. Oh, I can’t leave my little brothers, that’s - that’s my job, that’s my only job, to look after them, to take care of them! That’s your job, Blue!”
Anonymous asked: Nothing, boys. Tensions are high right now, we’re just concerned for you guys.
Dok retreats nervously from the doorway, wishing he still had a door to hide behind.
Trick tries to keep his voice light. They’ve been through a hundred days and nights like this.
“Hey, Dok, read us a story or something, man. He can recite shit, did you guys know that? Dapper, pick a story.”
“New book,” Dapper insists, pointing at Dok’s mattress, where the little gold book Trick bought him in Norway rests.
“New? I’ve read it a hundred times,” chuckles Dok, turning back to them.
“New to me! No ghosts.”
“It’s your favorite anyway, Dok-Dok.”
“Okay, okay,” laughs Dok, picking it up. “Lie down with me. The Bridge of San Luis Rey, by Thornton Wilder. Part One: Perhaps an Accident…”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: They don't really have a choice to be good, Blue....Keep in mind, Anti doesn't give them a choice.
“Excuse me! Don’t have a choice to be good? They’re the best - the most caring - they’re - they’re perfect!”
It’s possible he has some blind spots in his little brother vision.
“Even when Anti’s mad, and Red’s mad, and I’m being a dick too, just to make it worse, and Dapper’s struggling and Trick’s tired and Dok’s hurting, they still just - they still just - ”
Blue might cry. He wipes furiously at his face, his hands over his heart.
“They don’t deserve… oh, I need this to stop, something has to change…”
bupine asked: blue, i really don't think you should leave by yourself. anti will take it out on the othwrothers. you gotta find an opportunity for you all to leave or everything's gonna end up just like last time
“I’m just going to go refill the water, sheesh… and tonight I won’t go so far Anti won’t find me.
Wait, you guys didn’t want me to run away, did you?”
badlypostedeverything asked: The best you can do for them is to go. They'll be alright, we'll look after them for you
“You did!” accuses Blue, reddening. “I - I can’t believe - you never stop, do you? I’d never leave my family behind! Not… not while there was still air in my lungs.”
Anonymous asked:
Um, yes, we thought so? Blue, what were you planning to do?
Blue stares at you, dismayed.
“’A little poetry,’ you said. ‘Genesis is your best chance,’ you said. I just need to get some of this hurt out of my hands…”
Anonymous asked: Oh, so leaving them forever was the better option? From the outside you could help them! Don't lose faith now, Marvin, you're so close!
“You know what, I don’t remember much, but I’m getting a sense of deja vu right now. Haven’t you tried to convince me to go on my own before? How’d that work out for you?”
Anonymous asked: What?? No, that's not what we meant! Do you really think we'd ever want you to hurt yourself? Of course not! We wanted you to be free! We want you to help your brothers get free, and you can't do that from the inside!
“No! Not - have you been listening - I would never abandon them! Never, never, not even if it was the death of me! On the outside? Of what? Don’t you understand what I’m trying to stop is just this… this… this anger! This hurt in my hands!”
He cries out and drops his bottles as his fingers tighten up again, and this time, to your alarm, you realize his hands are not the only thing glowing. He wails on the side of the mountain, clutching at a chest burning bright blue.
“Hot, hot,” he chokes, gripping at the dirt. Flowers burst up beneath his fingers. “Why won’t Anti let me cast? Why won’t he let me cast? I thought you wanted me to do what the girl asked and let this power go so her friends would see, and maybe they could stop some of this fucking anger in my family! I want them to stop Red from hitting everyone and Anti from hurting us anymore! I don’t want to leave anybody behind! I - fuck, this burns!”
He crumples over his hands with a shriek, grass exploding from beneath his palms.
“I wasn’t talking about leaving!” he shouts. “I was talking about this power fucking killing me!”
bupine asked: i'm glad you're not planning to leave at least, it's a bad idea to leave your brothers. be careful with your magic please, marvin, don't catch anti's attention
“I’m trying, I’m trying, just a little while longer,” he moans, dragging himself back to his feet as the light subsides, sweat dripping down his forehead. “I need to get this fucking power out, I need, I need… oh, I have to get my boys their water…”
Anonymous asked: Okay, okay! Okay. We're sorry, Blue. I guess we misunderstood each other. If that's what you'd rather do, we support you, but don't back down. If you do that, there's gonna be a fight to come.
“Already a fight,” mumbles Blue. “Dealing with Red and Anti lately is a fucking warzone. I’m not going to watch Dap get slapped one more time.”
Anonymous asked: HOW is that any different from leaving, Marvin?
“I don’t want to die,” he chokes. “I just need to get this power out, and you’re the ones who told me I should use the poetry to do what the girl asked. She said strong enough magic would break through Anti’s hiding us, didn’t she? And you told me I should cast like that. You wanted me to bring the girl’s friends to us, didn’t you? Why would I possibly just leave?”
Anonymous asked: You're the strongest of them, Blue. You can protect them from anything. That's why we believe in you so much. We're sorry that we upset you.
“It’s not your fault, it’s just this fucking magic eating me alive, and Anti treats me like I’m… like I’m some kind of bomb… the way he looks at me lately, it’s almost like he doesn’t even love me anymore. He gets this strange look in his eyes… ever since Red brought him that book. It’s like he’s… I don’t know, like he’s hungry.”
whydoilovesomanyvillians asked: What book blue
“Oh. That’s what Anti sent Red to kill that man for, I guess. Some big old ugly book with a raven on it. Ever since he let Red sleep in prison and he got that book, he’s cooped up in his room all day pouring over it. Barely even seems interested in Dap, lately… I’m worried about him. And he’s scaring me…”
reverseblackholeofwords asked: What book did Red get?
“Yeah, I don’t know what Anti wants with a book? My little brother isn’t exactly the scholarly type, right? Haha. Hopefully it’s just… I… I don’t know…”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Hey Genesis? Can you explain to us what relevance a book with the symbol on your bracelet on it night have?
Genesis looks up, surprised. “A book from our library, you mean?”
Anonymous asked: i'm no expert but i do not think this is wholesome literature we are talking about my guy
“No? You don’t think so?” Blue grins weakly at you, trying to joke. “It’s not Pride and Prejudice? I think he could really benefit from that one…”
bupine asked: hold on, what book did red bring anti? (did i just forget this or has it not yet been mentioned fgdghddghdd)
“They’re talking about a book too,” Dapper interrupts Dok’s reading, tapping on his camera, picking up a stray signal. “What’s the matter, guys?”
bupine asked: genesis, i think anti, the demon, has a book from your library. how bad is that on a scale from one to ten
Genesis stares at you.
For like… a really long time.
pixie-in-trebleland asked: I think so? It has the raven symbol on it, and they kept saying it was a "big ugly book" that the demon hasn't let go of since one of the boys got back from jail.
“Can’t be,” she whispers, though her face grows ever whiter. “You don’t understand what’s in those books… we guard them with our lives. He would have had to kill one of my friends to get something like that. Can’t be… in a demon’s hands…”
immabethehero asked: RECITE DR. SUESS BLUE AND TAKE ANTI LIKE THAT
Blue snorts, shaking his head, confused. “Am I going to soften my most murderous little brother up with Green Eggs and Ham, is that what you’re telling me? Haha?”
immabethehero asked: NO WaIT BLUE RECITE SHEL SILVERSTEIN
“No, that guy’s the real demon… look at that face… terrifying!” Blue grins and crouches down by the water spigot in the middle of the community, beginning to fill up his water bottles for his family.
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Marvin, he doesn't love any of you. Anti is just using you guys.
Blue startles, unused to the brashness. After a moment, he fixes you with a glare and turns away a little snobbishly.
A little teary-eyed.
Anonymous asked: yes, from Anti. this is how you save all of them, Marv.
“He’s not so bad,” whispers Blue, rubbing at his face. “I mean… sometimes he is… but so is Red, sometimes. I just… I just think we need a little help. It’s not a betrayal of him, is it? I have to protect my family. I’m… the caretaker. That’s your job, Blue… like that night Dapper stabbed Anti to protect me… it wasn’t a betrayal… he’s just… too angry, sometimes, and I don’t know how to make him stop anymore…”
Anonymous asked: Marv, the best thing you can do for them right now is get away as soon as you can. They're strong, don't worry. It's going to be okay.
“I’ll call for help,” he assures you softly, closing his eyes. “I’ll try… I hope that Genesis girl isn’t lying that her friends will help us.”
Anonymous asked: you can do it, Marvin!
He chuckles, warming a little. “Thanks, guys.”
Anonymous asked: We know Blue, we know. Trust us, this will help you and them. You can do it, for their sake.
“Yeah, yeah… I have to look out for all of us. Anti needs help too. We’ll all be happier if we can balance out again. Like those first few days I remember… we were so happy… he promised me, you know… he promised me I’d be happy.”
Blue straightens up, hauling gallons of water into his arms. He stands on the edge of that mountain as tall as he can, feeling like a lone star without his twin next to him… chained up at home like a dog…
“Has to stop,” he mumbles. “Something has to change.”
He stares out over the mountain, down the shifting, dangerous dusty road that has scraped his knees a hundred times, across the shed-like one-room houses where this resilient people make their home, many of whom have shown him and his family kindness, across the little bar down the road where Dok and Trick helped deliver a new baby just this morning. The other side of the mountain is lush and private, but he does not look there, has no love for that locked off side of the mountain where the people could eat if anyone would let them.
Blue hums a song that sounds like an Easter hymn for the hope in it.
Down his mountainside is the city, huge and wonderful, with every color bustling around the streets, a blaze of smell and light where he spent hours trailing like adventurers through the markets and roads. And beyond it, the sea, great and beautiful.
Why does he feel like this is the last time he’ll see it?
Anonymous asked: Hey, deep breaths, blue, just deep breaths, alright? What you’re about to do is gonna shake up a lot of stuff, and Anti is going to be beyond pissed so you have to be prepared. No matter what you cannot tell anyone why you did it, otherwise that woman and her friends will be killed and your brothers will be up rooted and moved again with a lot more punishments and restrictions. Just stay safe, Marv, please, and best of luck.
“Yes,” he says, almost sadly. “Everything changes tonight, I think.”
Anonymous asked: anti's the one who's betraying you. he claims to love and want to protect you. protectors don't hurt who they protect, or make them hurt other people. love isn't forcing someone to live in a way that makes them miserable. you deserve to be treated better. all of you.
Blue sighs, staring down at his feet, turning away from the ocean to head back towards his home. “I don’t know anymore.”
immabethehero asked: Go Cat In the Hat on Anti. Recite anything with a climax that involves the house in absolute chaos and defeat Anti from there. Better yet, go Lorax and yeet him or you and brothers out be the seat of his or your pants
“There’s an idea,” he smiles wearily, looking over at you. “Some of you sure are wilder than others… we might need a little out-of-the-box thinking around here. But maybe not that.”
Anonymous asked: Marvin, before everything gets crazy and scary, just don't stop believing in Jackie. He never wanted to hit any of you, he only does it because he thinks it's better coming from him than Anti. And he needs you to remind him that he's a good big brother. You need each other, right?
Blue’s eyes well up and water over.
“Want him to be himself again,” he whispers. “Yeah… yeah, I need him. I need him to be my brother again. I need him to be their brother again.”
Pixie-in-trebleland asked: Hey Blue? Could you take your shirt off so we can see the tattoo there? Bupine asked: blue, can we see your tattoo?
Blue stops short, his arms full of water.
The warm wind cuts across his hair, getting longer these days. His earrings clink against his piercings. It’s too warm for his brown coat, and all he has on is a nice blue t-shirt.
He sets his water down and pulls his sleeve away from his shoulder, where a tattoo of a bird stands in silent testimony - a small, perfect, delicate lapwing
With a small blue jewel for an eye.
bupine asked: you and your brothers could be free again, marvin. no more torture or walking on eggshells or panicked time travel or bloodshed or pain. you'd be together as the people you used to be, more or less. don't you remember your brothers names?
“Yeah,” he whispers, pulling his shirt back up his shoulder and picking up his water. “Yeah, I’d really like that. I - oh. Names? I… just the one, and I mustn’t say it. It’s a twin’s job to keep those old secrets, you know. But please, I really won’t tell.”
Anonymous asked: i know it's hard to accept, blue, but we wouldn't lie about this
“Yes, I… I think, perhaps, I trust you. After all we’ve been through. Right?”
Anonymous asked: i think anti's waiting for you to wake up
“What are you talking about?” yawns Trick, listening to Dok’s warm voice tell him a good story. “Who needs to - ”
Screaming erupts from the room across the hall and Dok, Trick, and Dap all react as one, rushing into the bathroom and pulling the curtain closed over the doorway behind them. They brought you with them and you sit beside them as they pile up in the tub, hiding from their big brother.
Red shrieks even as he comes awake, clawing at his wrists and head. He can feel blood running down his hands, seeping from his fingers, dripping down his face, and he chokes on a sob, collapsing against his mattress to writhe, rocking his body hard. The next scream is one of pure frustration, slamming his palm against the floor, hiding his face in his hands.
He doesn’t give himself enough time to recover before dragging himself to his feet, heaving for air. He stalks over to Trick and Dok’s room and immediately finds them in the bathroom, ignoring sudden cries of protest to grab Trick by the back of his shirt and shove him back into his room, picking up his gun and shoving it at him.
“Go guard that fucking girl like you’re supposed to,” he snarls. “Or do you want Anti to bash your head in?”
“I - I thought I had til nightfall - ”
“How much darker could it be out, Trick?”
Trick gives up on protest and races out the door, Dok hustling after a moment later. Dapper tries to follow, only to be snatched by the collar again and hauled back towards Anti’s room. He lets out a sorrowful little whistle, trailing sadly after Red and sinking obediently down outside the door when he’s pushed.
He curls in on himself, sulking. Red shouldn’t just - oh, wait. Why is he still standing above him?
Dapper blinks and looks up. Red stares back at him, something shattered in his eyes.
“J?” asks Dap softly, confused. “You… you’re okay?”
Red’s eyes flicker away and he scoffs, backing away, his hands shaking. He limps back to his room, curling in on himself.
He wants Blue.
immabethehero asked: You are loved, Red! Remember that!!!
“Motherfuck,” Red says blandly, slumping down in his corner again, his face white. “Stupid, stupid, stupid…”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Dapper, do you know anything about the book Anti has with him?
Dapper blinks over at you, rubbing his shoulders, and his eyes widen.
“That horrible thing! It feels awful, awful, awful! I can feel it from everywhere in the house, and it stinks like blood and sand and rubber. I want Anti to get rid of it! He said I was being a baby.”
bupine asked: red, can you tell us about the book you stole for anti?
Red stares at the wall, dead-eyed.
“I know that man was willing to die for it. Painfully.”
bupine asked: about the whole killing thing? uh, yeah, someone is definitely dead. anti had one of the boys go get the book and i think he killed someone to do it. sorry, genesis.
Genesis slumps down in her chair.
Staring at the floor.
Her mouth parts, and closes, and parts, and closes.
She says nothing.
nikkilbook asked: Red, do you still have your little alpaca duder? And your dog tags? Seems like you could use something to hold right now.
His hands shift, twitching for his things, but eventually he just curls in on himself. Monsters don’t get to hold alpaca toys and presents from little brothers.
bupine asked: genesis. what is in that book? anti's been reading it, and we need to know what he knows
“We have a thousand books! It’s a library! I fear no one but the demon will know until it’s too late.”
nikkilbook asked: Strange. I don’t see any monsters. I just see you.
“Do you know what I saw Dapper say once? What is a monster but a man who does monstrous things?”
bupine asked: you aren't a monster, red! you're a good person. you used to do such good things. you still would if anti would let you. but you have to do evil things so anti doesn't hurt your brothers, it's not your choice or your fault. it never was. you might not realise that now, but one day, when this is all over, you will. don't deprive yourself of comfort because you think you don't deserve it, cause i think you need it more than anyone right now
“I don’t want to talk,” mumbles Red, pushing you out of view of him.
“Hey, Red!” someone calls.
You can almost hear him perk up.
“Yes, Anti!”
“Where’s Blue gone?”
Red blinks, thinking. Where’s he gone? He’s not in the house?
Oh, fuck. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know. He lost track. He’s the big brother and he lost track.
He scrambles to his feet, nearly tripping over his chain. A moment later, he darts into the clinic, searching frantically for Blue, searching frantically for -
Oh! Thank God. He’s coming up the path now. Red nearly slumps over.
“Red, what’s wrong?” asks Blue, worried.
“There’s my boy,” calls Anti, and appears in the clinic, playing with a knife. He looks cheerful and much more solid than he has been in a long time, pushing past Red to hurry towards Blue. “Why do I smell magic, then, huh?”
“Oh!” Blue stares at Red, alarmed. “Um - um - ”
“His hands have been breaking out awfully,” Red puts in, his voice croaking. “Look how sore they are, Anti. Magic’s all but leaking out of him.”
Anti frowns and moves forward, grabbing Blue’s hands. Blue hisses, pain rising in his palms. “Anti, ow, ow.”
Anti stares at them for a long time.
“Next week,” he promises, patting his hands. “Next week, I’ll have everything ready, and I’ll know exactly how to handle it, okay?”
Blue softens. “You’re not… you’re not angry?”
“I know you’re doing your best,” purrs Anti, stroking his cheek. Blue startles and then relaxes, a smile filling up his face.
And then he meets Anti’s eyes.
Warmth fills him up in a great rush, like apple cider and a hot bath at the same time. It’s almost too hot, but he doesn’t protest, suddenly a little dizzy under Anti’s hands. His little brother brushes hair from his eyes, humming.
“You’re being good while Red learns his lesson, aren’t you, Azul?”
“Oh, yes, Anti, yes.”
“You’re not scared of that girl in the shed or anything?”
“No, no. I know you’ve got it covered, you, you…” Blue trails off, blinking. What were they talking about? His hand is on Anti’s waist.
“You and Dap,” murmurs Anti, stroking his hand through his hair. “Are far more powerful than any of those little pests. And all your brothers are watching over you.”
“I’m not scared, honey.” Blue is eager to reassure, smiling at him. “I wasn’t. I’m not.”
“Ah, good then.”
Anti draws back and Blue goes cold, blinking rapidly, staggering back.
Red stares between the two of them, terrified.
“Well,” chirps Anti, cheerful as ever. “That’s all I wanted to check. Oh, and Red?”
“Yes, Anti?”
Anti’s eyes turn cold. Red, for his part, gets no warmth for them.
“Shut the fuck up with the screaming before I do you like Dapper, you understand?”
Red pales and nods swiftly, stepping back from him.
nikkilbook asked: By that logic, what is a man who makes sure his brothers get Christmas presents, puts himself at risk to make sure his littlest brother gets the proper medication, and quotes vines at the top of his lungs?
Blue staggers from one counter to another, blinking rapidly. “D-damn,” he stammers, disoriented. Water bottles go slipping from his grasp and Red hurries to scoop them up for him, grabbing his elbow to help him from falling. “What were you talking about, Red?”
“Nothing,” hisses Red. “Blue, are you okay?”
Anonymous asked: Red, you’re being so hard on yourself. We understand that you’re trying to protect them, but you still have a choice in how you act. It’s alright to be soft remember? There’s strength there, and you’re so much stronger than what Anti says. He’s so quick to discard people, it was never because you were weak. It was because you were too strong being who you really are- a kind hearted soul that loves his brothers. They don’t like seeing you like this and we don’t either. Just loosen up a bit, yeah?
“No, they’re definitely trying to talk to you about some shit,” stammers Blue, sinking back against Red’s chest. “What happened?”
“We weren’t goddamn talking! Blue, did he do something to you?”
“Feel dizzy,” complains Blue. “Ouch, like he took something.”
“What?”
Blue stumbles, gripping at Red’s hands. “Think I need to sit down.”
Anonymous asked: A man that does monstrous things and doesn’t feel /remorse/ for it, that makes a monster. The idea that you can’t even sleep at night because of the things you’ve done shows that you regret the pain that you’ve caused them. You are not a monster, just a tortured soul acting on what you’ve known for how ever long you’ve been here. I mean you still want to protect them! A monster only thinks for himself. And yes, there is such thing as a difference between the two.
Red brings Blue back to their room and sits him down on the mattress. He wants to rub his back, but isn’t sure if Blue would let him.
“Did you call yourself a monster?” asks Blue, bewildered. “My… my Red?”
Red turns as scarlet as his name and sinks away from his brother.
He’s not going to cry. He’s not going to cry. He doesn’t get to cry in front of anyone.
Anonymous asked: oh god, always at the worst possible moment this happens
“Weird how he seems to fucking plan it like that,” snarls Red.
Blue stares up at him, wide-eyed.
Red covers his mouth with his hands, choking.
“I didn’t m-mean that. He’s good… I’m not… angry.”
Anonymous asked: MARVIN DON'T FREAK OUT BUT ANY TIME NOW WOULD BE GOOD
“Oh, you’ll have to give me a moment,” slurs Blue, sinking down on Red’s shoulder, who stiffens hard. “Now I’m so… so tired.”
“What is going on?” frowns Red.
Anonymous asked: T-took something? What do you mean? Like, 'stole something important' took, o-or 'took a weight off your chest' took? Are you okay?!?
“Mmf, like I was warm, and then the warm was… all gone. But it was… it was my warmth and he took it.”
“Blue.” Red looks alarmed. “You’re scaring me.”
Anonymous asked: What the hell? Did he take your magic from you?
Blue shrugs and holds out his hand, focusing to get a little blue glow up in his hands, but it doesn’t spread to his chest anymore, and he doesn’t shake so much.
“Blue!” cries Red, grabbing his hands to hide them. “Stop that, now!”
Blue pulls the magic down again, shrugging. It’s not so much of an effort anymore.
Anonymous asked: oh, I don't know, red. maybe if you'd stopped wallowing in your misery for a minute you'd notice when your brothers need help
Red recoils from you, shocked.
“I - I - I wasn’t allowed to - and you - you think I want to be a screaming, fucked-up, shaking little - freak? Driven just by what Anti wants, driven all the time by this h-hatred. Is that - am I - ”
He curses and draws away from you, panting.
“I don’t care what you think. No, you know, you’re right anyway, and it doesn’t fucking matter.”
“Rojo,” mumbles Blue, looking up at him. “Ro, Ro. Come hold on to me, I’m cold.”
Red won’t turn back to him. Blue sinks in on himself, shivering.
bupine asked: blu,do you remember the idea you had? the one we were talking about earlier? please say you haven't forgotten.
“Mh.” Blue frowns, holding his shoulders. “You - you were telling me - oh, poems! You had poems for me! I love that! I needed… my hands were hurting me… poetry…”
Anonymous asked: blue, please get up and... handle the waters. right?
“Ah, the water, the water - ”
“I’ll get it,” Red cuts him off immediately, hurrying to the kitchen. He takes every bottle and jug and stacks them up neat, feeling his chest beginning to shake.
When he comes back, Blue is rocking himself on the mattress, looking very pale. Red returns to his side timidly and puts a hand on his forehead.
“You’re so clammy,” he murmurs.
“He got the waters for me,” mumbles Blue, closing his eyes and leaning against his hand. “See, he still loves me…”
Red’s eyes water.
Anonymous asked: Marvin, I've always been partial to The Tyger by William Blake. I think it's a good calling-out song.
“Oh, the Tyger!” gasps Blue, delighted. “I don’t even need to look that one up, yes, yeah, I know! Tyger, Tyger, burning bright!”
Blue pauses to smile up at Red, shaking above him. “That’s like my Red,” he breathes, adoring.
Anonymous asked: "..Oh, shit. ..Buddy, what'd he do to you?" -PF!M
“That’s that other magician,” chatters Blue, pointing at the camera. “The one that’s happier than I am.”
“It’s like you’re fucking delirious…”
Anonymous asked: You said your magic felt really hot, right? Well, if Anti took away the warmth, maybe he took away the excess magic, to make it more tolerable? Can he do stuff like that?
“Oh, oh,” breathes Red, relieved. “Maybe that’s all it was! Just a little excess off the top, oh, that’s good news, isn’t it!”
Blue swallows slowly, like it’s painful, his mouth falling into a frown.
“He… he didn’t ask me to do that.”
“No, well, it’s Anti,” laughs Red, aware that there’s a little hysteria in his giggles. He sees Dapper go wandering past their door, talking to himself, but he hopes he’s just playing puppets, because he can’t handle two of them shattering in one night. Dapper’s scared of him lately anyway, and there’s no one to blame but him. “He takes what he wants! He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t. You just - you just have to get used to it. That’s just Anti. That’s just who Anti is. You just have to handle it. And do what he says! Even if it’s really, really, really horrible!”
He’s pacing the room, gripping at his hair. Blue stares up at him, afraid.
“Why won’t you sit down with me?” he asks softly. “I’ve missed you.”
Red hiccups on a sob, turned away from him.
nikkilbook asked: Does it matter to you, Red?
“Does what?”
musical-in-theory asked: So Anti do you fear the others having power because if they knew how much they all really had, they’d realize just how weak, pathetic, and powerless you really are? Sure you can glitch menacingly and wield a knife, but other than that all you do is hide behind your puppets and let their power do all the work
You find Anti in his room, pouring over that book, practically clapping with joy.
“Say what you want, say what you want,” he sings, barely bothering to glance at his camera’s, most of which have been moved to Red’s room anyway. “Soon this will all be perfect, perfect!”
Anonymous asked: yeah, we know, red. that's what we've been trying to tell y'all
“I’m not mad, I’m not mad, I’m not mad, didn’t mean it, didn’t mean it, didn’t mean it. I love him, I love him, I love him.”
A very small voice cuts him off from the corner. “I love you…”
“Blue,” he begs, and he doesn’t know what he’s asking for.
“Come sit down with me…”
“I can’t, Anti says I can’t.”
“I feel f-faint, Red, come help me.”
This, at least, is enough to turn Red, and he hurries back to his twin’s side to hold onto Blue’s shoulders.
bupine asked: well, you're in a good mood, anti. what's in that book that's made you anything less than completely miserable tonight?
“Everything,” says Anti smugly.
Anonymous asked: do you want us to write something for you?
“Oh!” Blue seems to melt for you, clapping his hands together. “Oh, I would, but then I’d feel terrible choosing between you. But you can send me some!”
“Blue, what the hell is happening?” Red is reaching his wit’s end.
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Maybe the Raven from Poe! Cryptic, and fitting for the bird tattoo. Recite that! :p
“I love Poe. Red, don’t you know the Raven?”
“Um.” Blue is clinging to him so hopefully. “Nevermore, bud.”
“There,” laughs Blue, putting his head on his shoulder. “He does love me.””
Red is going to cry. Or maybe hit something. And he’s not sure he trusts himself enough to be sure that won’t be Blue or Dap, because he’s a fucking ass no matter which way he tells it to himself. He should go.
Blue clings to his sleeve. He can’t seem to move.
bupine asked: "everything" is pretty goddamn vague. what, is it some magic that'll keep the boys in your control forever or some fucked up shit like that? man, i wouldn't put it past you.
“Wow, you’ve convinced me, I’ll tell you everything!”
Anti flips a page of his book and goes back to reading.
Pixie-in-trebleland asked: Blue, maybe you should go talk to Genesis and show her. Bupine and badlyposted everything added similar questions and were added.
“Oh, Trick’s out there, I don’t think I can.”
“No shit you can’t!” chokes Red. “You’re - you’re up to something dangerous, aren’t you? Something that will get you in trouble with Anti! And then guess who’s going to have to punish you?”
Tears soak down his face. He clutches Blue to his side, forgetting his shyness. “No, no, no, you have to be good, he’ll hurt you!”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Anti, what stupid tricks do you have up your sleeve?
“I got, like, three tattoos.”
Anonymous asked: guys, I can't believe i'm saying this, but for once - I don't think he's watching.
Red stops short. Blue, a little disoriented, nevertheless seems to grasp the magnitude of your words - he stares at the camera, rubbing at his tired eyes.
“He’s always watching,” says Red. “He’s always…”
He glances around the room. Out in the hallway, he can see Dapper playing happily, enacting a show with someone he sign names Brother Average as the main character, whistling and letting his shirt get wrinkled as he plays, pausing only to chat with the ghosts. Red peers up over his window and finds Trick and Dok leaning casually against the shed and drinking the last of their sodas like beers, Trick’s gun pointed down in the dust as they chatter away.
And beneath his arm, Blue is murmuring poetry, his hands glowing blue, but no one comes to make him stop.
Red’s supposed to be the one putting things back in order.
Red’s supposed to be the one putting things back in order.
On his head, on his head.
But… around his waist…
Blue is hugging him, pressed up to his side, leaning forward to hold the camera, cold but happy, snuggled up to Red for warmth.
“I… I can’t… this can’t be happening…”
Anonymous asked: oh, who cares, anti? you lose your grip so easily. I don't know what's in that book, but it's not gonna turn out like you think
Anti turns you off, humming to himself.
Anonymous asked: Red, how are Blue's hands? Are they worse, or better?
Red leans down to take one of Blue’s hand. A clean silver rose ring gleams around his finger.
“Um,” he whispers. “I think they’re a little better, b-but he’s bleeding under his nails.”
He turns to see Blue staring up at him, smiling softly.
“I… I…”
Red swallows hard and reaches out to knock their foreheads together.
“Blue, I’m so sorry.”
Blue’s smile falters away. He reaches out to touch his face, stroking his thumb down his beard. “I know you are, Red. But that won’t fix this. Something has to change, Red… I won’t watch you get hurt again… I can’t. None of you.”
pixie-in-trebleland asked:
Red, just savour the moment. Let your brothers be just that: brothers. Join them and have fun!
“This isn’t fun,” whispers Red. “I’ve never been more afraid in my life. He could kill one of us for this.”
Blue runs his hands through his hair, frowning. “I won’t let him.”
“Blue, what the hell are you planning? You could die.”
“Don’t let him,” whispers Blue, like it’s simple. “Help me. I just want to cast a spell. I want someone to come save us. That girl, her friends might help us…”
“Or they might not.”
“I can’t not try, Red. I can’t not try. And besides, my hands ache, and ache, and ache… soothed, for now, but I can’t take another week, Red. He’s made me hold on so long.”
Red’s face contorts; he wipes rapidly at tears.
Anonymous asked:
Quickly, Marv - can you give us a poem? Anything? Maya Angelou, Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickinson? Hell, Dr. Seuss? We can't lose this now.
“I love Angelou,” he whispers, still pressed up to Red’s chest, staring up at him. “’Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, weakened by my soulful cries?’ Not us, Ro, not this time…”
“Please.” Red covers his glowing hands like he could hold all his power in his own fingers. “Please, Blue, I’m afraid.”
Anonymous asked: Oh damn Anti, what kind of tattoos do you have?
Anti stares at you. He doesn’t know how you got this message to him, but you did. The sheer befuddlement on his face might have been enough to conduct it to him.
“Um… do you know who Jacksepticeye is, or… did you kind of just wander in here?”
He looks away.
Back at you.
“Bloodborne and Shadow of the Colossus,” he tells you, almost meek with confusion. “And, uh, that circle he got just to mock me… I - ”
He pauses, alerted by how loud two of his boys are talking in the hall. A frown cuts across his face.
Anonymous asked: UUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH NOT AGAINNNNN
“Yeah!” laughs Blue, throwing his head back in a way that reminds you of Jack. “NOT AGAIN!”
“Blue!” cries Red, grabbing his wrists. “You’re delirious or something, stop!”
“Red, I made my decision!”
“He could kill you! He could send you to goddamn prison for the rest of your life! He could kill one of the little ones to punish you!”
“I’m not watching them suffer like this anymore! Not feathered in iron, pretentious in dying, not that way the impoverished spawn of the hamlet inherit you, oh death - ”
“Blue! Stop!”
His hands glow with power.
Anonymous asked: If he got the circle to mock you, then why are you wearing it?
Anti opens and closes his mouth, his face falling. “It’s - it’s my body too! He can’t just - I l-like wearing it like this! I like - ”
He pauses, biting down hard on his lip.
“Not like something made of flesh would understand! Don’t you assholes have better things to ask about!”
nikkilbook asked: If you can’t be unafraid, Jackie, be afraid and happy.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know about you, but personally I can’t even usually handle one emotion at a time, so - Blue, give me the messages!”
Anonymous asked: oh, perfect! hi blue!!! i sent you the poem before, about the dogs, remember? I wrote this last night, I was thinking of you! Here it goes: I told them there'd be flowers / when at last, at winter's end / the frost would put away its teeth / and spring came round the bend!
“Beautiful, beautiful!” he gasps, applauding you. Dapper is staring in at them from the hallway now, his head in his hands and his elbows on the floor, tilting his head at them. Red’s afraid he’ll snitch to Anti. “Spring come round the bend, oh… what a lovely poem, thank you! I loved the dog one too…”
Anonymous asked: uhhh okay seen any good shows lately? mr. robot is pretty cool. it's about a hacker, you might like it. first season is a bit of a slog tho.
“Oh, I like Rami Malek, and the narrative structure of that show is - FUCK OFF.”
In the hallway, Dapper raises his eyebrows, glancing between Anti’s room and Blue’s and Red’s. What a fun night.
whydoilovesomanyvillians asked: Red hes gonna die if he doesnt do this now
“He what?” shouts Red.
Suddenly Red is hauling Blue to his feet, his twin still glowing with magic between his arms. Dapper chirps nervously as Red drags him past him and down the hallway, towards the clinic.
Dap hears Anti standing up in his room, alerted by the yelling.
Anonymous asked: Oh, enough self-pity, Red! You know right from wrong, good from bad, monster from man! there is a monster in your house, you know who it is, and it is not you.
Red chokes, squeezing Blue’s fingers.
“It doesn’t matter! It doesn’t matter if he hates or loves all of us - though, hell, I know he doesn’t love us. Right and wrong don’t matter anymore! All that matters is keeping their heads on their shoulders!”
“Red.” Blue sounds like he’s the one trying to calm his brother, now. “Red, I’m okay, I - ”
“We need to get away from here! At least where he won’t fucking hear you!”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Maybe, if you have enough strength, you should go check on him. :)
Dapper blinks between your message and the door, listening to Blue and Red arguing.
“Oh, Red, Red, let me say goodbye to my little brother first, Red, I want him to know I love him - ”
Dapper turns towards his brother to sign an “I love you,” making Blue glow even brighter.
“Oh, baby, I’ll miss you if this kills me,” sobs Blue, making Red start shouting again, and Dapper backs away, frightened.
Okay. Not fun anymore.
He turns towards the room near the back of the hallway, hearing Anti approach.
Well… he figures he doesn’t want Blue to die any more than Red does.
He dashes forward and knocks on Anti’s door before he can open it, his face contorting with faux grief.
“Dapper?” Anti opens the door, staring around for signs of the disturbance, hearing somebody stepping out towards the clinic. “What’s going on? Why are you crying? Hey, hey, sweetheart, big brother’s got you…”
Dapper half tackles Anti back into his room, burying his face in his chest and crying like a good little actor, complaining about ghosts and red men and the girl in the shed with the star on her cheek until Anti is consumed entirely by an affection that delights in seeing him cry, and Blue and Red are slipping away.
bupine asked: don't be scared, red. this was going to happen sooner or later but it's ok, it'll all be fine in the end, everyone's going to be ok and you won't have to be red anymore
“What the hell is happening?” chokes Red, helping Blue up the path that leads away from their house. “You’re talking like Jesus Christ is about to show up and Second Coming our asses into a whole different timeline!”
“They wear in their skin a more urgent subsistence,” Blue is mumbling - still determined, though, worryingly, he’s clutching his hands together again, pain eating up his expression once more as the power rebuilds. “A thing of their own, poor petal, a raveling cord…”
bupine asked: blue, if there was ever a time to use your magic, it would be now. he can't see you, he's absorbed in his book, he's not gonna notice anything. but be careful - anti's book is dangerous, we don't know what kind of information it has that anti now possesses. stay alert my dudes
“He’s not even watching,” murmurs Blue, clearing up a little. He looks up at the shining sky, power breathing in his hands. “Oh, the stars are out… Red, lets go up to the rich man’s side of the mountain, where we used to run.”
Red stares at him, leading him slowly higher.
“Blue… are you really not mad at me?”
“You’re going to help me put it right,” says Blue, with a confidence so sound Red can’t even object. “If not all perfect today, someday. The two of us. That’s what I believed in, I think, when I gave myself up to him. That even if I couldn’t get away, at least we would be together, and that was enough for me to believe there was still hope.”
“More poetry?” asks Red, confused.
But Marvin only smiles and leads him higher up the mountain.
spicydanhowell asked: how is red out of the chain?
“Oh, he could have gotten it off whenever,” says Blue, pointing down. Red blushes hard and looks away. “Like when Anti makes Dapper wear his rope - remember he said that he could take it off? - or Trick his collar. We’ve mentioned it before. You can take it off whenever you want. Untie it, unlatch it, yank the chain off the stake in the corner of his room as you rush to carry me out of the room and probably bruise your dumb-ass ankle.”
“Sorry,” grumbles Red, bright crimson.
“It’s all humiliation, scare tactics, and symbolism. But the punishment that comes after… isn’t. We won’t worry about that right now, though.”
“I’m worried about it!” shouts Red. “Didn’t Anti once throw Dapper down the fucking stairs for taking off his rope in Norway?”
“Better than losing his mind sitting all alone in a locked up room with a dog collar on!” shouts Blue, finding his vigor again for a second - only to sway right back into Red’s chest a second later. He mutters Boy Breaking Glass under his breath and keeps moving, hiding his aching hands under his shirt.
Anonymous asked: welp, that answers that. whenever you're ready, marv, let 'er rip. we'll be right behind you the whole time
“Hey, you guys know what the sexiest poem ever is? Walt Whitman, gay as hell, three lines, you ready for this? ‘Touch me.’”
Blue pauses, breathing in the warm equator air. Magic is powerful out here, near the center of the earth. He wonders what it would be like to be exactly on the equator.
“‘Touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass.’”
He breathes in deep. Breathes out deep. Tries to remember his own name.
“‘Don’t be afraid of my body.’”
Red has fallen back behind him, trying to remember it too.
cest-mellow asked: red, jackie. anti cant hurt you if you work together. he can’t hurt you if you keep each other safe.
Red breathes out something that might be a laugh or a sob, staring up at his brother, glowing his way up the mountain.
“We always have been a force to be reckoned with, haven’t we?”
Anonymous asked: everything IS in order, Red. Go on, sing some poetry with your big brother.
“Blue,” says Red, very softly. “I think even if you do save the others, I’ll still be a monster.”
“Monsters don’t worry about being monsters.”
“I’ve never believed that. Even Anti shakes when he hears the name of his old master. Afraid to remember the things he’s done, sometimes.”
“Ah, now who’s the revolutionary… more poetry, Red, you’re an artist…”
“I’m not playing. Blood is all my hands are now.”
“Red. The past week has been hell for you.”
Red’s eyes water just to hear someone acknowledge it without saying he deserved it.
“My fault,” he croaked. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”
“No. No. He was wrong to do that. He was wrong! Your brain’s jumbled, I know, I understand, but I need you to trust me when I tell you - you’re not a monster, you’re a good man with a good heart, and I love you more than anything.”
Red won’t fall to his knees and cry. Not here. Not in front of him.
Blue wraps his arms around him.
“Would you just remember how to be my friend?”
Red bursts into tears and collapses into his shoulder, hugging his twin tight to his chest.
Anonymous asked: Jackie trust your brother, please.
“I don’t want you to get hurt,” Jackie wails. “I’m so tired of being scared all the time!”
“I know, I know. Just come with me. Come on.”
“Blue, you’re shaking so badly…”
“Almost there, now, almost there.”
Anonymous asked: uhuh okay, this is a thing now. Marvin you’re gonna have to act quick to even get to Genesis while Anti’s not paying attention. But there’s no way you’re getting to her in this state...oh gosh, Red will you wake up please and get Marvin to Genisis?
“I’m going to call for her friends first,” says Blue, and Red looks up in shock, but does not protest. “I don’t know how to protect here. Oh, fuck, this is… a lot of power.”
Anonymous asked: blue ik you're not feeling great but maybe just get this moving? doesn't matter what you recite, just whatever you can remember. then just rest i think.
Blue stumbles, beginning to shake hard, his hands aching terribly. The blue light has reignited in his chest.
“Get moving, get moving,” he chants, keeping on up. “Doesn’t matter what you recite… with fists raised, white teeth gritted, my body like a soldier’s knitted… I took from the world what suffering it offered me and let it ricochet through me…”
nikkilbook asked: Does it matter to you that you’ve had to become this? That you’ve had to push away your brothers and be only what Anti says you must be? You said we were right about you not caring about them, that it didn’t matter, but does it matter /to you/?
“Yes,” croaks Red, following him. He recognizes the poem Blue chants, but can’t remember where from. “Yes, that… I… I used to be somebody different…”
The moonlight casts Blue in silver.
“I used to be a protector…”
Nikkilbook asked: It happened long ago—I remember it still— I was hewn down at the holt’s end stirred from my stock. Strong foes seized me there, worked in me an awful spectacle, ordered me to heave up their criminals. Those warriors bore me on their shoulders until they set me down upon a mountain. Enemies enough fastened me there. (1/) Often alone, every daybreak, I must bewail my cares. There is now no one living to whom I dare articulate my mind’s grasp. I know as truth that it is a noble custom for a man to enchain his spirit’s close, to hold his hoarded coffer, think what he will. Just as I must fasten in fetters my heart’s ken, often wretched, deprived of my homeland, far from freeborn kindred, since years ago I gathered my gold-friend in the earthen gloom, and went forth from there abjected. (/2)
“Often wretched,” whispers Blue. “Deprived of my homeland… my gold-friend in earthen gloom…”
His eyes glow blue.
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Keep going, Marv!!
Blue clutches at his chest. His shoulders shake so hard he is losing his ability to recite.
He has not cast in a very, very long time.
Magic slathers his throat in fire and he chokes, trying to breathe, trying to regulate. He wants to cast, but he doesn’t want to fucking explode.
“Get a grip, Blue, get a grip,” he pants. “I can do this, I can do this…”
Anonymous asked: Be mad, Jackie. Be furious.
“I am mad!” shouts Red, taking another step up the mountain. “I am, I am!”
“That’s my brother!”
“I’m mad that I did what I told him! I’m mad that I wasn’t enough for him! I’m mad that I can’t keep anyone I love safe.”
“Red - Red. Don’t… you don’t have to do that. You - here, try after me. ‘Whose broken window is a work of art!’“
Red leans back his head and shouts. “Whose broken window is a work of art!”
“Success, that winks aware as elegance, as treasonable faith!”
“As treasonable fucking faith! I’m mad he hit me! I’m mad he chained me up! I’m mad my heart still loves him but I’m more mad he lead me to murder and fucking abuse! I’m mad this is the life I’m living! I’m mad we’re not at the top of this goddamn mountain yet!”
He scoops Blue up into his arms, drawing a shout half of surprise and half of amusement out of his shaking brother, and heads up the mountain with him, his feet sure and certain.
bupine asked: red. think about everything you just said about anti and realize how fucked up that all is. if we told you that, hypothetically, there was a way to get away from anti and be free again, would you take it? out of pure curiosity of course
“I want to go home,” wails Red. “But I can’t remember where it is, or even much of who it is, not anymore, and I don’t myself, not for an instant, and someone else is standing in my skin.”
“There, there,” coughs Blue. “You’re getting it, you’re getting it…”
Pixie-in-trebleland asked: Genesis? Um, important question, but is it possible for your magic to be taken out from you? Marvin just had an encounter with Anti and he's saying all his warmth is gone. Cest-mellow and anon asked similar questions and were added.
Genesis looks barely awake.
“Black, black, black,” she manages weakly. “That’s some black magic…”
bupine asked: recite a poem for us, please, blue! any one you remember at all
“Damn, I remember so many more than I thought I would!”
“We might have hit the poetry theme a little too hard.”
“The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea…”
“Blue, wait - too sad.”
“Something happier? For you, anything.”
Anonymous asked: "...Jackie? Are you okay? Please.. calm down. If you're waking up now isn't the time to be freaking out, alright..? Breathe. It.. It's gonna be okay." -PF!H
They reach the ridgeline of the mountain where the verdant green grass meets the dead dust of the barren side in silence.
The sky is a spinning top and it has no malevolence. Roses wrap up Blue’s fingers, silver and ruby, as a blade from the side of a thing still breathing.
Blue kneels on the ridgeline, his eyes closed. Beneath his skin, blue light - ethereal, illuminating, breathing against the frail cage of his bones.
“Blue?”
He does not cast, does not cast, does not cast.
“Blue? Blue? Pain, Blue? Are you okay, Blue? You shake. Blue!”
“Someone must come,” whispers Marvin. “Surely? As no one came on the beach that night, now, surely, salvation?”
The stars are laughing at him.
What was this? A moment’s idea? A girl’s suggestion? A shot in the dark, a moment of clarity?
“It’s the only chance I’ve had in a long time,” he whispers to the universe. “So here we are, accepting. Red, will you hold on to me? Red, will you hold me, please?”
Red listens. Red breathes. Red’s calm. Red trusts him.
“I’m right here.”
A promise.
“I’m right here.”
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Hey Blue? Maybe tell Red and the rest of us your favourite poem! It might cheer you all up. Right, Red?
“Yeah,” whispers Red. His hands hold him steady. “Tell me your favorite poem, Blue.”
Blue clutches at the clean pure earth beneath his hands.
“A Clear Midnight,” he says. “By Walt Whitman.”
He wants Red to know what to carve onto his tombstone.
“This is thy hour, O soul. Thy free flight into the worldless. Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done. Thee fully forth emerging - ”
He stops short.
He can’t finish it.
He can’t control it.
He -
Pain -
Light -
Red?
Oxygen, flame, fuel, Marvin -
The green mountainside is on fire.
pixie-in-trebleland asked: Jackie! Protect your brother! What's happening?
In the first five seconds -
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five -
Red is swallowed whole with a scream.
Not by fire -
Fire consumes the green side of the mountain -
But by plant life.
He screams as verdant green trees explode from the earth, breathing into life with their arms full of leaves. Grass chokes up around his feet, tangling around his legs all the way up to his chest and tearing him to the ground, where bramble and flowers begin to crawl over his chest, eating him alive faster than he can tear them off.
He howls as loud as he can, trying to scramble forward for his brother, but he is swallowed up in lily, basil, thicket, root, crushing harder and harder against his chest, pushing him down into the earth as the explosion of life pours off down the mountainside like thick dark alcohol from its container. He can hear people screaming farther down the mountain, alarmed by the fire, which, interested in this new growth of plant life, creeps ever forward towards a more intimate relationship with the other half of Marvin’s power.
A dog is barking close to him, maybe afraid. As he tears blood and bush from his eyes, he catches sight of Blue crumpled, unmoving, on the ridge of the mountain, his little blue t-shirt burning. He screams.
Hot breaths pant against his face as the dog finds him, and he recognizes, with an emotion he cannot name nor bear, his little brother. “Anti!” he screams. “Blue, Blue, my twin!”
A cactus bursts up through Red’s flesh and he screams. Anti, undaunted, bends his dog’s teeth down and tears the thing to shreds, taking the great weeping spikes of the cactus into his own snout. A moment later he is dragging Red out by the sweatshirt and sending him -
“Anti, wait!”
- careening down a harsh cut-off on the side of the mountain. Red yells as he rolls hard down the mountain, rocks and glass cutting into his face, dust filling up his lungs, until he slams down into a valley that is rapidly filling up with green.
He lies there for a good five minutes, too stunned to move, before he begins to cry, blood running rapidly down his face. He can hear yelling all around him and when he can clear the red from his eyes, he can see his little house a few meters away, with Trick and Dok shouting his name, unable to see him in the dark.
“Trickshot!” he wails, coughing as his ribs ache. He fears the trees have shattered them. “Doktor!”
They find him in the dark and haul him back towards the house, demanding to know what happened, but he is too dazed to explain, fixed too completely on the ridge of the mountain.
“Where’s Blue?” cries Dok.
“Still up there!”
“Red, come back to the house, Anti will save him.”
“The house will be swallowed up by the plants too, look, it’s spreading down the whole mountain!”
Shrill whistling alerts them to Dapper tugging on the door of the shed, watching through a crack in the door as grass begins to fill up Genesis’s prison.
“She’ll die in there,” warns Trick.
Dok sets Red on the ground. “Use your gun to smash the lock open.”
“No time,” calls a rasping voice from above them.
Trick drops his gun, his hands suddenly shaking too hard to support him, and crashes back into Dok, who pulls him away with low, desperate reassurances. Dapper picks anxiously at his clothes, straightening out as best he can, casting glances back at Red, who, distressed, can only stare up at the figure coming down the mountain.
Anti drags Marvin’s exhausted body along like a marionette, ignoring fleshless hands and a chest burned red with fire. His eyes are black as untouched ink, and his teeth all too white, until blood comes trickling down his bottom lip.
“Undo this!” screams Anti, and then he has Dapper by the throat, dragging him towards the fire as a threat. “Undo this, now!”
Dapper is frantic, hysterical, clutching at his throat.
“Turn it back, Dapper! Now! Dapper!”
He throws Dapper to the ground and Dapper scrambles away, terrified, his eyes flickering in every direction.
“Anti, Anti, Anti,” he signs, but with a frantic edge Red doesn’t recognize. “J-happy, H-healing, C-love, help me!”
“He’s having an episode, he can’t tell what’s going on, he’s afraid of the fire!” wails Dok, reaching out for his little brother. “He’s scared, stop, he can’t do it! Please, Anti!”
Anti screams his frustration and drives a kick right into Dapper’s nose before whirling on Red, leaving his time traveler writhing in the grass.
“What were you thinking?” Anti pants, his voice losing vigor rapidly as he realizes the magnitude - the irreversibility - of what’s happened. “What were you thinking? Red? Red?”
“Oh, fuck,” whispers Red, closing his eyes and opening again, closing his eyes and opening again, praying for it to go away.
“Look what you’ve done to your twin.”
“I - I - ”
Anti limps towards him in the spreading grass, one long white finger, cloaked in a rose ring, stretched out before him.
“You’ll atone for this,” he swears, pointing at Red. “You’ll pay for this, little hero. I’ll make you repair the wrongdoing with your own hands.”
“Anything - A-anti, anything, just - don’t punish him, I - ”
“Pack your bags,” coughs Anti, turning away from him, tearing off the last of Marvin’s shirt. Genesis catches sight of a shoulder inked with a dark bird. “We’re leaving, now. Red and Blue have summoned monsters to us, and we have little time if we are to remain together. If the magicians catch you, they will kill you, for they know nothing of what I am or what I can do, and they will give you up for hopeless cases once they realize you are my family, not just my slaves. And Trick?”
“Yes?”
Anti stalks towards the house, tearing off jewelry. “Kill that fucking girl.”
Anonymous asked: Anti keeping the girl alive will give you some leverage if the magicians catch up with you. If you kill your hostage, nothing will stop them.
“I’ll fucking stop them,” he snarls. “How about that? That girl inspired this stupid, pretentious, pandering, whiny, brattish little coward to give off a display like that? She should be grateful I don’t have time to tar and feather her.”
immabethehero asked: GENESIS LOOK OUT!!! Trick's been sent to kill you! He doesn't have magic, but he dooes have a gun!!!
The door to the shed must be shoved open - grass is growing thick along the floor.
But peaceful, almost.
A peaceful wave of green, past its initial moment of horror, like a violent birth that leads to a cheerful, pretty baby for Trick to clean up and present to a new mother, pressing her warm infant head into the hands of a loving parent, eyes wide with adoration.
Trick swallows.
Babies and murder are not a good mental combination.
He hoists that heavy gun.
Genesis is tired.
She thinks she might be dying.
Fatigue like she’s never felt before keeps her gaze trained on the ground, her dark face now sallow and pale.
The light of Trick’s sniper finds her forehead.
“Going to kill me?” she asks. Slowly.
Trick doesn’t answer.
She can hear his fingers readjusting on the gun.
“Are you a marksman or what?” She itches her chin gently along her collarbone, trying to flake off dried blood. “I’m an easy target.”
Still she does not die.
She can hear sobbing from not far off. She thinks the one in the vest, the one who carved her, has been left crying in the grass outside.
“You must not want to,” she says, closing her eyes.
Trick hisses through his teeth.
“I want my family to be safe,” he snaps, cocking the gun. “My brothers and I are sick of running from people like you.”
“This story he tells you, of everyone after you, of him the only one who could hide you… it is a lie.”
“You don’t know anything. You don’t know anything about my family. About what’s happening.”
His voice shakes like it could break. She wants to make a joke about it, but she hears Emmanuela’s voice in her head, begging her for just once in her life, just a little bit of caution. A little bit of earnesty.
“Don’t kill me, you poor sap,” she manages, with a deep sigh. “Just take this knife out of my hand and I’ll be gone.”
“What?”
“Your blue boy sets things on fire, the mustache one travels time, I disappear and go home… it’s not hard. Just take the knife out. I can’t go with my hand pinned, can I?”
He stares at her, eyes wide behind a scope he doesn’t need at point blank. A little of Dapper’s blood drips down his hands. Anti pulled him away when he tried to help him get up.
“Don’t kill me, tired man. I promise you, me and mine will find a way to return the favor. Don’t you have a brother you love? The one you were talking to for so long? A doctor, a healer? Would he want you to kill me?”
“Don’t,” snarls Trick, in that shaking, aching voice. “He knows what I am. He’s the only one who knows what I am. Who I am.”
She’s so tired.
The star on her face no longer bleeds.
“Well,” she says. “Who are you?”
End Section Six of Chapter Two.
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