#p: glitch n glow

[heartbeetz]

Ok sorry for spαmtonposting again but I gotta. I'm having too much fun.

Cool, man, thanks 👍

(This might as well be actual Terrarium & Spαmton canon tbh. Like this is literally what it's like. This is how Fleurescence would operate.)

[warakami-vaporwave]

Supervisual Video 1

[empresskylo]

[part 1] part 2 of touch-starved where Ghost and you have been distant ever since that night. you do not have to read part 1 in order to understand this part btw

a/n: you guys, i am down so incredibly bad. my entire pinterest and tiktok is covered with this stupid mask-wearing man. and i don’t even play the game so it has everyone around me like 🤨 also super annoyed that part 1 glitched or sumn because it posted my unedited version. edited version is on my ao3. anyways, enjoy the smut <3

masterlist

cw: ptsd, smut, p in v, reader described as small and referred to as a woman and blushes once

simon “ghost” riley x afab!reader

wc: 3.3k

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓

It was late in the compound, the silent night echoing through the hallways. Ghost and you had, in fact, been awkward the moment you released one another from your embrace. You had shuffled uncomfortably beside him as you both stood up. Ghost cleared his throat and his eyes danced across your face, his eyes unreadable. He shied away and motioned you to follow as you continued heading to base. 

It was weeks after that mission and you hadn’t really seen all that much of Ghost since. You had come up to train with Soap while Ghost was in the room. He swiftly exited, grumbling in annoyance as he left. Soap had raised his brows, noticing the (extra) grumpiness in Simon. 

You tossed and turned in your small room, a tiny bed and a chest of your things filling the space. You usually shared the room with another woman on your team but she was offsite at the moment. 

You grumbled, shoving your boots on as you got up in the dark. You decided you needed to walk it off. Maybe then you could sleep.

In just a tank top and tight black leggings, you left your room. 

You immediately collided with a large, firm object. You tripped, off balance from your boots not being tied, and fell backward. Two strong arms caught you, making you finally look up and coming face to face with Ghost. “Oh. LT,” you said embarrassed.

Ghost set you upright then removed his hands from around your arms, leaving a lingering warmth in their absence. Ghost was busy making his rounds as usual when your small frame came bustling into him. Always so clumsy.

Ghost’s blue eyes scanned your face. He was about to walk away and continue what he was doing, but halted. “Have you been cryin’?” 

You felt your face warm. Why did he always have to be so blunt? 

You shifted uncomfortably between your feet. He tried to get a glimpse of your face but you had shied away, staring at your boots. He could see the dark circles around your eyes from exhaustion. The same that he saw in his own reflection every morning. “Oh, uhm…” You rubbed the back of your neck.

“You still thinkin’ ‘bout that night?” You looked up at him and gave a meek nod. Of course, Ghost was referring to the close call a week ago where you almost got Gaz killed. You all had made mistakes that night, but Ghost had watched as your hand slipped from Gaz’s grip because you had failed to properly secure the rope holding you up. He had seen the horror spread across your face. 

Honestly, you were surprised Ghost hadn’t kicked you off his team yet. Soap and Gaz had reassured you that you were a crucial part of the team and any one of them could have made that mistake. 

But they didn’t. You did.

You watched as Ghost rolled his eyes and gripped his gun on his hip tighter before pushing you back into your room and closing the door. 

He sat on your roommate's bed and pointed at yours. “Sit,” he commanded. 

You did as you were told and closed your eyes. Here it was, the big moment where your Lieutenant finally ripped you a new asshole for being such a fuck up.

Ghost’s husky voice filled the already cramped space, threatening to overfill it. “I lost one of my best men back in the beginning.” Your eyes opened. You could see him in the faint glow of your room’s light. His eyes were heavy, surrounded in black, as he looked at you. “It was because of me.” Ghost felt his fist squeeze harder. You stared at him, realizing he was trying to make you feel better. To tell you how he had done something similar in the past. Though, he wasn’t great with words. You smiled at Ghost’s first kind words to you. “What?” His voice boomed with annoyance.

“Nothing.” Your smile sank as you thought of Gaz and you felt tears begin to well in your eyes again. “I’m not used to all this,” you said, gesturing around you. 

“The military?”

“Being alone.” Your voice was quiet. You had always had your family. Friends. And for all of it to be taken from you destroyed you. You felt a strange sense of relief finding family with these men. They filled the void that you tried to stuff with whatever you could. But there was always that one part that never quite filled.

Your knees brushed against Ghost’s. He reached out without thinking and grabbed your hand. No. You weren’t alone. They were your family now. This was your home.

Ghost was solely wearing his balaclava mask without his usual hard skull addition, which felt more intimate. You could see the instant regret in Ghost’s eyes when he realized what he was doing. As he retracted his hand, you reached out and stopped him. Just like before, your name left his mouth in a faint whisper. You slowly stood, still gripping Ghost’s gloved hand, and pushed him back onto the cot. Maybe it was the way you now knew perfectly well that Ghost was feeling the same absence you were. Or maybe it was the darkroom that gave you confidence. You slowly crawled up beside him, your heart pounding in your ears. You moved dramatically slow, like you were attempting not to spook a feral cat—and in a weird way, you were. 

Ghost’s eyes were burning a hole through you as he just let you touch him like this. He had half a mind to push you away, but his body knew how alone he felt as well. He craved this. 

You rested a hand on his chest and Ghost felt your touch burn him through his clothes. He gently moved his shoulders so he was sliding his tactical gear off. Your small fingers helped, throwing his vest onto the floor. In one swift motion, Ghost decided what he wanted and he pulled you on top of him, your body flat against his. A small yelp had escaped your lips. You were afraid Ghost could feel your heart racing. His arms tightened their grip around you, suddenly overflowing with the need to connect with another human. To have your delicate hands caress him. To feel the warmth of your body against his. 

He slipped his gloves off and he placed his calloused hands on your exposed arms. You held in a tight breath as he gently touched you. 

You felt his chest move as he let out a painful breath. You peered up at him finally, faintly making his eyes and mask out in the dim light. Ghost looked down at you as he felt your eyes lock onto him. You gulped, unsure of what your next moves would bring.

You trailed your hands up, making Ghost’s own slip from your arms and rest on your waist. You propped yourself up slightly as you reached out to Ghost’s mask. He flinched backwards before stilling. Taking that as consent, your fingers pulled the bottom of his mask up from its spot under his black shirt. Ghost was breathing loudly through his nose as you edged the hem of it up slowly. You finally pushed it up, just enough to expose his jaw and the tip of his nose. You stopped there to much of Ghost’s relief. If you had tried to remove his mask any further, he would have likely thrown you off of him. 

“I get it,” he said softly. 

“Hm?” Your eyes traced his lips as he spoke, his thick accent pooling from his mouth that you could finally see. He had quite a bit of stubble coming in. “Being alone,” he finished.

“And do you like it, LT?” Your eyes darted up to his, almost challenging him. Did he like being alone? He had told himself yes for years. Every void he felt didn’t matter. He filled it with violence and bloodshed from striking down his enemies. 

But now, having your warm body flesh against his own, your tiny fingers brushing against his jaw as you pried his mask up, he wasn't so sure. He wanted you. Desperately. 

Ghost’s silence was deafening as he contemplated. Finally, he pulled you up into him, a small “Wha—“ leaving your lips before they were locked with his. Ghost didn’t begin to move until you reciprocated. Then, he deepened the kiss. His mouth attacked yours fervently. Your hand slid up to his chest to hold yourself steady. One of Ghost’s hands tightened on your hip, the other moving into your hair. He pulled you closer, his tongue sliding against your lips. His fingers clenched your hair, a feeling he hadn’t felt in so long. 

As fast as it began, it ended. Ghost pulled back, both of you breathless. His hand didn’t leave its spot behind your head as he spoke. “No. I don’t fucking like it.”

Your eyes widened in reaction to something you couldn’t quite explain. Your body tingled as he stared at you. You moved your fingers to the hem of his t-shirt, edging it up. You wondered if you were going too far. Before you could finish your thought, Ghost pushed you back onto his thighs and tore his shirt off, careful to not catch his mask in the process. At this angle, you could make out the details of his partially exposed face. You saw old, faded scars that trickled across his face. One slid down his neck to his shoulder. 

You pulled your tank top off, your breasts exposed, though he could hardly see in this lighting. You tentatively leaned forward, your chests colliding. You hugged him as close as you could, your body flat against his once again, but without the fabric. Ghost’s arms came up to wrap around you, pulling you into him. You felt a sigh of relief escape his mouth as you held each other, your fingers tracing smooth circles on his side. 

You could hear his heartbeat. You smiled lazily. How much you had missed having someone you trust this close. 

You turned to him and leaned up to kiss again. You could see his hesitation, but he concluded his thoughts by softly kissing your lips. You felt a chill run down your spine. This was the man who could scare a grown man with just a look. The man who gave you orders. The man who couldn’t be killed. A man filled with such rage that it came out in bursts of humor here and there. A man who hadn’t shown anyone his face is God knows how long. 

And then here he was, pressed against you, kissing you so delicately like you might break. His rough fingers ran along your back, the heat from your body making him sweat. 

He should be worried about what this meant for the two of you. How wrong this was since he was your lieutenant. But Ghost’s mind was so preoccupied, he wasn’t sure he had the strength to think about anything other than the way you were consuming him in this moment. 

He felt your fingers fiddle with his belt. A wave of heat ran to his crotch. He pushed you back and you pouted, suddenly embarrassed. You had gone too far. Of course, Ghost wouldn’t want to—

You were cut off when you saw Ghost lifting his hips to push his pants down. You gulped, a blush spreading across your chest. 

He reached out for you. He knew how pathetic he was acting, but he didn’t care. He was drunk off your touch and fuck, did he need more. He wouldn’t let himself ruin this.

His fingers played with the hem of your leggings and he tried to pull them down. You stood up and tore them off before settling yourself on his thighs once again. Your hands rested on his strong shoulders, looking into his eyes shyly. He was breathing deeply as he stared at you. Both of you were shocked at what you were doing. 

“We can stop if…” he started, but you reached out and dragged your fingers along his scruffy jaw, making his words get trapped in his throat. Your finger pads tickled him as they slid down his slightly hairy chest and traced over his faded scars. 

“Do they still hurt?” You asked timidly, afraid you were really pushing things now. Maybe all he wanted was the feeling of a woman in his bed after not having one for so long. You bringing up his battle scars was sure to kill the mood. 

“Not physically.” You felt goosebumps rise on your skin, his voice far deeper than you’ve ever heard him before. You leaned down and placed a kiss against them. Peppering him with your soft lips. Ghost felt his eyes shut as he focused on the way your lips felt against him. Your wandering hands tracing his side and thigh. 

You looked back up at him and his hands immediately went to you. His hand slowly skimmed your thigh, edging closer to your throbbing core. He hesitated before stroking his knuckle against your underwear, making you bite your lip. He was so slow with his movements, wanting to be gentle with you. Shit. Had it really been this long since he got laid?

He watched as your eyes squeezed shut, your nails digging into his shoulder as he continued to drag his knuckles against you. 

Ghost had reached his breaking point when he saw your face drowning in pleasure. He grabbed your hips and flipped you around so you laid sprawled beneath him. You let out a tiny yelp, your eyes wide open now as you stared at a hovering Ghost above you. His hands gripped your panties and slid them down your legs and threw them on the floor. He looked down at you, his mouth all but watering. You tried to squeeze your thighs together feeling flustered at his gaze. He pried your legs apart and settled himself between them so you couldn’t close them again. “Don’t get shy on me now, pet.” 

You took in a sharp breath at the name he just called you. Unsure if you liked it or not, Ghost halted movement before you were prying at his waistband. His husky chuckle vibrated through his chest. 

He pushed his underwear down just enough to free himself and he rubbed himself against you. You gasped and grabbed onto his shoulders again. You wanted to look down and see if he was as big as you thought but it was too dark in your room to tell. You’d find out soon enough. 

Ghost’s pupils were blown as he pressed against your soaking entrance. He crashed down on top of you and held himself up with his elbow, his chest pressing against yours, his other hand lining himself up. As he began to push himself into you, his hand came up, getting lost in your hair. 

You both groaned as he stretched you out, slowly filling you. He really was big.

After a few painfully long moments, he bottomed out, his breath hot on your neck as he panted against you. His hands continued to wander across your body, grabbing the fat around your thigh and hips every so often. Then moving up to caress the swell of your breast. Ghost pulled out and then pushed himself back in rather roughly. “Simon,” you gasped. His name in your voice had his eyes honing in on yours. He sounded gruff as he spoke, “Am I hurting you?” 

You shook your head, desperate for him to slam into you again. You bucked your hips against him and he got the message. 

Simon began at a steady pace, growling each time his cock hit your cervix. You dug your nails into his back, Simon painfully stretching you out. 

Simon’s face sank into the crook of your neck, leaving little kisses against your skin as he rutted into you. He smelled of mint and gunsmoke. His hand slid along your body and up into your hair, giving it a slight pull. You mewled, your eyes fluttering. “Like all the lil’ noises you make,” he grumbled between grunts. 

Your walls clenched against him and he swore under his breath, his hands gripping you tighter. His body laid flat against yours, your nipples pressing against him. You were completely engulfed by this large man; you never felt so safe. 

You began muttering incoherent words as he filled you up, completely drunk off him. Ghost pulled away and looked down at you. Your eyes met his. Your face was glowing with sweat as the two of your bodies intertwined in the small quarters. 

Ghost gripped your thighs and pushed them towards you so he could get a better angle, all while never breaking eye contact. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” he moaned. Your hands clenched the bedsheets, your walls tightening in on him. You both were dangerously close. 

One of his fingers began to rub circles on your clit. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you repeated his name again and again. “Look at me,” Simon demanded. Your eyes flew open and locked back with his as you came, your walls clenching Ghost’s cock painfully tight. He moaned as he watched you gasp in ecstasy. 

“Fuck. Simon,” you mewled. That was enough to push him over the edge. He pulled out of you before stroking himself and coming against your lower belly, leaving ropes of his come dripping down you. 

You both struggled to catch your breath. Simon rubbed his cock against your slit, riding out both of your highs. 

Your orgasm floated away as you came down from your high, relaxing into the pillow. The dark makeup around Ghost’s eyes were smudging from the heat, but it just made his eyes even more captivating. 

Before you could speak, Simon leaned over and grabbed his t-shirt, wiping his mess off your belly. 

Ghost’s eyes analyzed your face, trying to read your expression. He pulled his mask back down and silently got dressed. You did the same. 

You looked up at him as he towered over you, he seemed a lot shorter when you were both horizontal. He had everything on except his shirt, which he held in his hand. You’d be lying if you said the sight of Ghost’s exposed chest wasn’t sending a rush of warmth between your thighs again. 

He stood there, lost for words. You shifted between your feet as he intently watched you.

“I, uhm. If you want, you can…well. You can lay here with me. For a bit. If you wanted.” 

Your face was red hot as you babbled like an idiot. But you desperately wanted Simon to lay down and hold you as you fell asleep, so you didn’t care about acting like a fool at this very moment. 

Simon pushed off his tactical gear instantly as if he was just waiting for the invite. He loomed over you before pulling you down with him into your tiny bed. Ghost took up most of the mattress so you were forced to lay flat against him, his arm gripping you close like he never wanted to let go. Your back pressed into his chest and your eyes felt heavy at the rise and fall of his breath. 

You felt him reach up and take his mask off, clutching it in his hand as he held you, his mouth next to your ear as he shared your pillow. You fell asleep to his warm breath and nose nuzzling you. You’d worry about the awkwardness tomorrow, especially when you realized Ghost would have to somehow exit your room without getting caught. 

Ghost’s hand clutched you against him the entire time he slept. He hadn’t slept this well in years. 

[spyderlondon]

Harlequin Showtime

Harlequin AU by @tadc-harlequin-au @iamespecter (YOU BETTER GET HEALTHY SOON)!

Protectiveness: Can become overprotective

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"I-Is that all y-you got...?" Pomni forced herself up and used her sword as a crutch as she narrowed her eyes at the boss puppet she had been tossed into a wall, making a giant crater in the wall. She huffed as she watched a bit of her outer shell of her chest fall from under her shirt but she refused to let that stop her. Not until she died. And even then, she would come straight back once The Puppetmaster revived her. This boss would be defeated by her- no matter how long it took!

'Pomni!' Caine's voice yelled out from Bubble's blimp with a concerned and commanding tone, 'Get out of there! I can hear how damaged you are from your voice!'

She could hear the frown on his stupid jaw but refused to be ordered back yet, "N-NO! I CAN BEAT THIS BASTARD!" She exclaimed before rushing off to continue fighting despite how she was slowing down from how much damage she already took during the battle but it didn't stop her attack.

She could tell The Puppetmaster was still trying to order her around but by the time the blimp got over to her side, the boss had slammed an arm against the temple of her head which ended up damaging her auditory wire nerves (I don't know, just roll with it) causing it where sound began to glitch in and out for her. But she didn't exactly notice as she flew to the side from the heavy hit yet she still forced her arm to shift into a gun and shot at the boss puppet a few times before she crashed into ground.

'P--- re--- at ----' The combat harlequin couldn't make out really anything Bubble was trying to relay to her, most of it sounded gargled to her which led her to weakly shove the blimp away from her.

She groaned as she struggled to get up again, using her sword as a crutch again. She watched as the boss puppet stumbled and almost fell after she saw that her bullets were able to incapacitate the boss' arms and one of its legs. It roared in anger, which she could only tell by watching its mouth enlarge a bit, before it used its able foot to stomp the ground hard enough to create a quake.

"Oh shit-" Pomni cursed as she was unable to get up in time and had to brace herself for most likely her next death. She shut her eyes and put her arms in front of her, preparing herself for when the quake got to her.

Only to suddenly feel nothing but two arms underneath her and some wind going past her face. She paused but didn't need to open her eyes to know who got her away from the battle, she cracked an eye open to see a rather pissed off Caine plunging an electrified cane right into the boss' head and finishing the fight for her. She wanted to yell at him for stealing her target but she was too busy, you know, finally dying herself from all the extensive injuries she sustained.

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It was almost midnight of the next day when Pomni's die finally glowed and the harlequin puppet groaned as she sat up on the table in Caine's office. She noticed that he was already glaring at her, almost seething in rage by how reckless she must've been against the boss. She grunted as she took a moment to register what all happened before she opened her mouth to speak-

"I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT OF THERE! TO RETREAT!!" The Puppetmaster immediately put a stop to her even attempting to talk her way out of a scolding, yelling to the point of almost screaming at her, "BUT YOU DON'T LISTEN!" He roared.

Pomni's eyes widened as she stared at shock as he continued to yell and scold her but despite the pure anger in his tone, there was something more. It almost sounded like sadness and distraught over how he felt when she was almost damaged to no repair, "Caine- I..." She paused as she noticed how her sword was missing from her side and even from the office, ".....where's my sword?" Her own voice picked up a tone of anger as she asked that.

He growled lowly, "Locked away somewhere you can't find and even if you did, it would be impossible for you to break into." He answered, his voice harsh but hoarse, almost as if he had been doing more than yelling.

She narrowed her eyes as she was suddenly on her feet and grabbed his collar, "WHY?!" She snapped at him, her grip tight, "I need it to continue fighting!" She spat at him in pure anger. She felt almost naked without her sword on her.

"You won't be getting your sword. Not for a long while." His voice turned deathly calm as he forced her off of him, "You'll be staying where I can watch and train you. You're too reckless out there. One day your die will completely shatter." His voice broke but he was quick to mask it, she wasn't allowed to die on him. If she continued to fight like a hot headed maniac, then her die would eventually shatter and he'd lose her forever.

He couldn't risk it. Not anymore. If he had to, he'd make her a prisoner in this mansion.

[boredgirl2004]

Part 2 of Day 2: The book

As I said the words aloud, nothing had happened, I was relieved but also a bit angry. The nightmare that scared every loving ⬧︎♒︎♓︎⧫︎ out of me, that asked me to open this stupid book and to find that nothing came of it?!!! I was angry that my mind was playing tricks on me, so I took my hand off the page and reached the book cover so I could close it. 

“What a waste of time!! First, the stupid dream asks me to open the book. I finally give in and open it only for there to be a warning from a guy who I don’t even know and instructions to summon whatever this ring is only for it to not do any-” I was immediately cut off from my hand being sucked back to the bloody handprint, the handprint, and red words emitted a bloody bright red glow, I left my blood being sucked out of my fingertips, I the pages in the book turning, they were quickly changing, from a burnt bloody page to a much cleaner and whiter one, immediately words began to appear, in all caps said the word “HAHA” over and over and over on the two pages, I immediately grabbed one of my books I had bought from Barnes and noble, only to be in shock to see that it had the same font and same words as repeated in the book of the bill. It was like those computer glitches, where the code would just repeat itself over and over after the system was hacked. Everything in the room began to shake until it began to float. Finally, one page of the book had the triangle figure appear, it pressed itself onto the page until it burst through. As it did, everything in my room slowly began to be set down. It began to speak.

“Well, well, well! Here we are at last!!! I’ve been waiting an ETERNITY to meet you, and I know you’ve been waiting nearly as long to meet me!!” I stood there in shock that the book or thing or whatever this was was talking to me! This couldn’t be real, it can’t be and how could it be?!

“Breath it in a second pal-this moment of anticipation! You always suspected this day would come, and it finally has! Your life will forever be divided into two halves: before you met me and AFTER. Welcome to the after!” It continued as I looked at it and began to stutter, trying to find my words. I didn’t know what to say about this situation as a whole! I wasn’t sure how to react. This was all confusing and shocking. I knew Stanford, the man who warned me to not turn the page said to not believe a thing this book says but I didn’t know it would be this weird!!! 

The thing talked over me while my brain was crashing, trying to find something, some word to say about all of this. “You’re probably wondering, “Bill, you’re an all-powerful being. Why write a book, huh? Why let me read it? Also, aren’t you dead? Are you dead or what? What’s the deal?” I have no idea what you mean…”  the page had turned on its own to reveal a dark silhouette of the triangle being. Its eye is emitting a glitchy, yellow and red hue as its mouth opens to reveal its crooked teeth (Bill needs to see a dentist fr fr) 

“I’m….p e r f e c t l y…..f I n e”

Before I could finally speak and probably ask my question since from his tone, it seemed like whatever happened last time didn’t go so well. I was rudely interrupted yet again. 

“In fact, I'm better than fine, because might feel silo And there's a lot we can do together! Oh, you might feel silly about "meeting" me. After all, "Bill Cipher" is imaginary. You're real and I'm not, right?

BUT ARE YOU SO SURE ABOUT THAT?

After all, you're mortal. One day, you'll be dust. But I'm an idea. And an idea can't be killed. So that's me 1, you o on the immortality front! And if I'm the eternal one and you're the temporary one, THEN IT MIGHT BE WISE FOR YOU TO GET ON THE WINNING SIDE EARLY, YOU DIG?

I know that drama queen Sixer warned you not to read this book, didn't he? Maybe the old nerd is right! Weak minds have gone crazy from just ONE glimpse at my TANTALIZING FORBIDDEN SECRETS! (Sees the hickory-smoked crater where

McGucket's brain used to be!)

But if you're as sharp as I think you are ... and if you're curious about the meaning of life, how to cheat death, Pine Tree's most embarrassing dreams, and your own interesting future, then I'll consider making a deal with you. How about a trade? I'll let you read my book in exchange for a favor down the line. We can work out the details later. What do you say?

TAKE BILL'S DEAD

YES?

TURN THE PAGE

No?

TURN TO PAGE 77”

I hesitated to turn the page, I slowly began to think about my choice. There were many cons to this, from what the guy wrote in the previous pages, he expressed how much meeting bill would be a regret for those who continue with turning the pages in this book; I don’t even know what Bill could do to me from just turning the pages in this book. What if I’m walking into a trap? What if there is more to this than what he’s letting on? What if-

“Ah, look at you, all tangled up in your own thoughts. Overthinking is such a waste of time! You’re so close to getting everything you desire, but you’re letting doubt hold you back. Come on, what’s the point of hesitation? Life’s too short for that kind of nonsense. Just turn the page, and I promise you—things will get a lot more interesting. And if you keep dithering, well, I might just start making decisions for you. So, what’s it gonna be? Ready to embrace a little chaos and get what you really want?” I looked down at the page to see Bill was in a sitting position, his leg crossed over the other and his expression expressed how bored and impatient he was from me thinking my choices. I was worried about how he could be speaking to me like this when he’s in  a book, this isn’t possible it just- isn’t-

 “Your hesitation is almost charming, but it’s getting a bit tiresome, don’t you think? Besides, if you’re worried about the logistics of me being here, maybe you should focus more on the opportunities I’m offering instead of waddling over what’s right. Overthinking won’t get you anywhere, dollface. So, why not stop doubting and start acting? The more you dawdle, the more interesting things will get when you finally make a choice.” He said with a mixture of smugness and amusement as he stared at me from the page. I sigh and remember my task. Find a way to destroy the book from the inside out, focus on not believing what he says, even if it’s too good, I kept repeating the same sentence in my head over and over as my confidence began building itself up as I reached the page. Still, I pause as I look at Bill and begin to speak. 

“If you’re are this bill-person that this guy Stanford Pines warned me about, how can I trust you despite the warnings in the previous pages he wrote before? What is something you could say that’ll convince me that I shouldn’t just close this book and leave it in my room, never to be opened again?” I waited for the bill's response, which didn’t take long, and had no thought. 

"Oh, come on now! Sixer was always so serious, wasn’t he? Just a big bundle of paranoia and charts. But listen to me: I’m not here to cause trouble—well, not just trouble. I’m here to offer you a chance for a bit of fun, a touch of excitement, and maybe a sprinkle of chaos. What’s life without a little unpredictability, right? Close the book and you miss out on all the cosmic shenanigans I have in store. Open it, and you might just find yourself in a whirlwind of adventure. I’m all about making things interesting and trust me, you don’t want to miss what comes next. So, are you in, or are you going to play it safe and dull? Your choice!" He said in a calming tone. 

It wasn’t enough to convince me. I sighed and began to speak once more but this time I was faking my boredom. “Not convincing enough. Well Bill, it was nice meeting you even though it didn’t last very long but hey, this is my imagination just like you said right?” I say as I slowly begin to close the book. Bill responded with a slight stutter but he quickly covered it up with his nonchalance, “Oh, come on now, don't be so hasty! You’re not going to shut me out, are you? I mean, who knows what you might be missing? I wouldn’t want you to close the book before you've had the chance to experience everything I have to offer. After all, isn’t that the fun part of imagination—exploring the unknown? Give it a little more time. What’s a little more curiosity going to hurt?” I paused, the book was nearly closed but I  slowly opened it back up. There was nothing but silence from both of us for a while until I turned the page. Bill's attitude changed immediately. 

“Right choice, bone sack! Welcome to the Book of…” The page was now a biblical book cover of the Book Of Bill, Bill continued “No, no! That won’t do! Do you call that a cover? What is this, amateur hour? I can do better than that!” As Bill stared at the cover, I replied “Well, I don’t see you as a professional, Maybe try something more….You?” I said a bit awkwardly. Bill looked at me nodded in agreement and turned his back to me as he snapped his fingers, the next page had turned by itself, revealing four different covers. The first had a realistic appearance, it was in the middle of a farm, a storm right above it, and the clouds emitted lighting that took the shape of Bill. “Too basic!” He snapped his fingers again to reveal a book that reminded me of those horror books of goosebumps made for kids back in the 80s, I think they also made a show about it but that was years ago. “Too nostalgic.” He snapped once more to reveal a cover that I would see here, too many Bibles that had Jesus or god descending from heaven and floated above the person praying to one of them. “Too preachy.” He said out of boredom as he snapped again. I could hear a saxophone playing sexy music, it revealed a buff Bill Cipher holding a woman, they were in a field, their hairs blowing in the wind. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the cover. “Too ravishing!” I wiped my tears and tried to control my laughter. 

“You think?” I said as I laughed once more as I wheezed out that Bill doesn’t even have hair or a human-like body. It looked so wrong to me but that’s what made it funny. Finally, Bill settled on a cover, It reminded me of someone on their computer trying to make the title and using as little effort to make it until they settled with Bill being tapped to the cover, misscapitalized and misspelled words, a tab saying “Good job Bill” with some emojis and a menu from right-clicking the picture. “There we go! Perfect! The crowd LOVES it!” I smiled and looked at him. “I bet they love it. It shows the author more than ever!” I say jokingly even though it was like a kid was in charge of making this cover. I see a bloody fingerprint at the right bottom corner of the page that says “Put thumb here”. The fingerprint had veins on the side of it causing me to be a bit concerned. “With that all out of the way, all this book needs is some ink! Hey, can I borrow some of your blood? Just press your thumb here, and I’ll absorb some right into the page! You won’t even notice it's gone!” I hesitated until I gained confidence and gently pressed my thumb on the bottom corner of the page, I felt a sharp pain on my thumb as if my thumb was being pricked and the blood was slowly leaving it. I tried to pull it off only for more blood to be sucked out of it. I kept trying to remove my thumb from the page, it was stuck there after a few pulls but after the fourth time, the book at finally let my thumb go.

Note: Hiiii, sorry for taking so long. Busy with life but anyway! I wanted to have Bill be more interactive so I tried my best trying to imitate the character the best I could.

[ask-eden]

Alaxia does not interrupt Gaia at all while she speaks He nods along with his eyes closed, attempting to memorize what she was saying to him. This information was vital to him, so he wanted to show as much respect as possible as he listened. She made a few points he hadn't entirely thought of, she was correct. He probably would have a bit of a target on his back once things were done. He makes mental notes of precautions he could take. Once she finished speaking, he reopens his eyes and looks at her with a thankful smile

Alaxia leaves the strange orb alone for a moment, not entirely wanting to accept it until the bargain was fulfilled. That would be rude. He takes a small step back, glancing around him to make sure nobody was paying much attention. Thankfully, he was in a more secluded area from everyone else. He scans the area for prying eyes just in case, double checking to make sure that Etoile was nowhere in sight. Once the coast is clear, he positions himself straight and takes a small inhale

The mew's arm suddenly jerks and cracks unnaturally It constantly snapping back and forth in a chaotic manner. Glitch particles surrounding the area of his arm, flickering in and out. Despite this sight, the mew seemed to show no real pain or discomfort of this action. It was all familiar to him by this point. The arm finally creates one last loud S N A P The mew's arm had become deformed. Sharpened even Somewhat reminiscent of a skeletonized claw of a kabutops.. Alaxia raises the claw up near his face, showing a corrupted object floating were his palm would have been.

The strange object continuously glitches in and out of existence, but manages to hold shape enough. It mostly remains rectangular in shape, but one every so often morphs into another. Particles continue to float around it as it emits a white-ish glow. Alaxia holds out his now scythe like arm, offering it to Gaia. Despite the odd appearance and dramatic change of half his body, he remains genuinely friendly. Alaxia: It's all yours~ Alaxia: Do let me know if this is enough however. I can give more, but I just didn't want to accidentally warp the room around us or get any unsightly gazes.

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Ben Drowned x Female Chubby Reader| Part 4 (SMUT)

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Ben is 18 years old.

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BEN Drowned was turned on.

Literally.

You squirming against him with your bigger body, hitting him in all the right places-

O o o h, b a b y .

His gloved hands moved from your waist to your chest since you were partially paralyzed- from the last electro shock and couldn’t get away. His eyes glowed a passionate  red.

L e t ‘s. P l a y. A n o t h e r. G a m e.

Your floating surroundings got heavier holding you down, and electric wires appeared and tied your wrists.

His gloved hands ripped off your clothes.

————-

“Ah-ah, mmphh~ ❤️“ you groaned, as Ben thrust into you. He has unbuckled his belt, only revealing his private and it was glowing red, with darker red veins throbbing. His thing was glowing red like his crimson eyes.

D o n ‘ t  h o l d  b a c k, Y/N L/N.  M O A N  f o r  m e .

Maybe you found it extra creepy he knew your full name- or maybe you were lost in Pleasure and pain- because his red private was VIBRATING inside you.

One of Ben’s gloved hands clutched your left thick thigh while the other grabbed at your chest, no matter how small or big it was.

You opened your mouth to finally moan, as his pace picked up but then electric wires went into your mouth- at least 8 or 10, completely shutting you up. You choked a little.

He slowed his pace a little to explain.

N o w  i  f  y o u  m o a n  y o u  w i l l  f e e l  a  l i t t l e  s h o c k  i n  t h o s e  c h u b b y  c h e e k s.

He wanted to control you.

He suddenly thrust deep in you earning a loud moan from you-

and the electricity that hit your mouth shuddered your teeth and your whole body.

Your behind, chest jiggled- while your gums were trying not to get disoriented from your teeth.

Ben laughed at you’re uncontrollable twitching.

F u c k ,  t h I s. I s. E n t er t a i n I n g.

You shook your head.

N. O? W o u l d. Y o u. R a t h e r  t h e r e. B e  e l e c t r I c. W I r e S  I n. Y o u r  v u l v a ? 

You nearly choked on some wires when you gasped.

He gave a toothy grin and pounded into you- waiting to see if you would moan.

Three or four times you did- and your mouth afterwards felt like the whole two rows of teeth had to have fillings.

F u c k - f u c k - f u c k -

O H H H H ~!!!!

And then he came inside you and his semen had glitches coming out of it, shocking you slightly down there and that was enough to make you black out....

[thechangelingmushroom]

a bit of a story that'll probably sit and collect dust for you all

A flickering figure appeared in front of him, arms crossed, eyes glowing blue. It stared at Tommy, a grin broke out on its face, sharp, shiny teeth shone through. "You tried so hard to beat us." It said, shifting to another form. One Tommy recognized better, it looked like Wilbur. Its eye color changed from blue to yellow. "You planned and schemed but weren't able to pull through." once more it shifted to mimic someone. It was Phil, its eyes changed to green. "But in the end, you failed." "W-what?" Tommy stuttered. His limbs felt like lead, he couldn't move. His mouth was dry. The figure shifted more. It mimicked Tubbo and Techno and everyone Tommy had ever loved or cared about. Finally it stopped. Its eyes were bright apple red. Its smile was cocky and confident. Its hands rested on its hips. Tommy recognized this figure immediately. It was him. "That's to be expected of course. You're never going to amount to anything." The smile turned vicious and it stepped forward. It seemed to... glitch? Tommy felt tears roll down his face. "N-no, I will! Y-you can't hurt m-me!" He cried out, trying to bring his arms up in a blocking motion. They wouldn't move. "Oh I already have though." It was so close to Tommy's face he could nearly smell it. "P-please.. What do you w-want?" Tommy asked fearfully. The figure raised its hand and swung to hit him. . . . And then he woke up.

[heartbeetz]

Oh yeah. Also "get real wild and go do something boring" and "food troughs"

[warakami-vaporwave]

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can you write a teen!reader who goes to Circus Baby’s Pizza World a lot (to the point where they’re considered a regular and are recognized by employees). One time when they visit though some other teens who were dragged along by their younger siblings or something see reader there and start to bully them, because “why are you willingly hangout out here?” Funtime Freddy sees this though and recognizes reader, so he scares away the bully’s and comforts reader? Thanks :))

Circus Baby’s Pizza World was like a home to you.

Of course, it was a place more for toddlers and little children than teens. Usually people your age were at the arcade or skipping school to goof off around town.

But not you. You loved this place and all its fun characters! The Funtimes were more intelligent than they seemed, with personalities as colorful as their appearances. Funtime Freddy and Bonbon grew to be your favorites, and you made sure they knew this every time you visited.

Both of them were great storytellers, making up the silliest of tales to keep kids entertained.

To be fair they were entertaining to you, too.

So when you walked through the doors of the circus-themed pizzeria, you were eager to head straight to Funtime Auditorium.

“Hi, [y/n]!” One of the janitors waved to you. “Off to the auditorium, I see?”

“Same as always. Just making one little pit stop at the drinks.” You laughed and waved back to him. He was always such a polite guy.

At the food and drink counter, the cashier immediately recognized you and got your favorite drink, assuring you it’s on the house. It was really sweet how many of the employees here recognized your face.

Probably because you’re the only teen who hasn’t walked through the doors complaining about this kiddish place.

Speaking of which..

“C’moonnnn I wanna see Foxy!!”

“You don’t need me to hold your hand! You know where it is.”

“Can’t we just ditch your brother?”

“No. Mom would kill me.”

“Yeah, my mom would too--hey isn’t that the kid who’s here everyday?”

Blinking, you looked over at the two teens who walked in--or rather were dragged in here by their siblings--and spotted you at one of the tables. As the younger kids scampered off, they approached you.

“You’re [y/n], right? We hear your name all the time.”

“Yep. That’s me, hi.” You greeted politely, only for one of them to sneer and smack your drink off the table, causing it to spill. “Hey! What gives?!”

“You actually like hanging out at this place? With those creepy ass clown robots? What’s wrong with you?” The other interrogated.

“Nothing’s wrong with me.” Now they were starting to get on your nerves. They approached you totally unprovoked. “Last time I checked, there’s no crime in coming here by myself.”

“Your only crime is being a fucking loser-”

“H-Hey, friends! If you’re not gonna use nice language, we’ll have to ask you to leave!”

The teens turned around to see Funtime Freddy looming over them with an eerie smile. You blinked in surprise, wondering how you didn’t hear him coming at all.

Thank god he showed up just in time to save the day.

The teen who spilled your drink just scowled at the bear. “What are you, their boyfriend? Piss off you stupid bear.”

“....Bonbon, they called me stupid! What shall we do?!!”

“I say we teach them a lesson.” The blue rabbit puppet whispered to his companion, before looking back at them with a frown. “This is your last chance to apologize to my pals Freddy and [y/n]! We aren’t responsible for any terror you may experience with our next trick!”

“Terror?! Holy shit--ahahaha!!”

“What’re you gonna do to terrorize us?! Juggle?!”

“No..this.” Funtime Freddy’s voice became unusually horse and glitched, which silenced the duo’s laughter.

Then he growled as his faceplates popped open all at once. His eyebrows slanted into a menacing scowl, which rivaled Bonbon’s own deep frown. Both of their eyes glowed a bit brighter, staring deep into the souls of your bullies.

“This is our favorite trick-k-~” He giggled in that same voice. “Wanna play with us forever and ever and ever-?”

But the teens soon ran out of the pizzeria screaming, shoving past each other in a desperate attempt to get away.

As soon as they were out the door, Funtime Freddy grinned victoriously.

“F-Freddy?”

Turning to you, he saw how you flinched in shock, dropping the smile as all his faceplates shifted back in place, hiding his endoskeleton. He pouted and knelt down. “Are you okay, buddy? Sorry we scared you. W-We aren’t usually allowed to do that in front of guests but we saw them being meanies and-!”

“Oh no, it’s okay! I was just surprised. I-I never knew you guys had that kind of..”trick” with the shifty face.” You made gestures around your face, eventually putting your hands back down as you sighed, thinking over what those two teens said. “Is..it alright if I hang out here by myself? Am I too old?”

“Whaaat? No way! Seeing you is the best part of our day!!”

“That’s right!” Bonbon nodded in agreement. “Circus Baby’s is for all ages!” He reached over to pat you on the head, which made you smile.

“You’re right. I bet they’re only jealous that I don’t feel embarrassed to come here. But thank you guys.” Feeling much better, you opened your arms up. “Can I get a hug from my favorite Funtimes?”

“Of course!!” Funtime Freddy beamed as he gently hugged you, not minding the spilled drink. “One hug for our best friend!!”

[umbraastaff]

It descends like a cloud, and as they look back from the fleeing Starblaster, it’s... weirdly hard to focus on. Every time Barry thinks he’s focused on one part, it’s a different color, a different shape, a mismatched and jumpy block of static.

“What the-- Byte, uh-- scan that?”

The Rotom dex heeds him, floating up by his shoulder and beeping as it processes.

Then it plays recorded audio of a fire alarm (Barry can recognize his own voice under the sound, shouting after a lab accident had set off the sprinklers). Then other, jittery audio clips, coalescing into what sounds like a screech. It jumps out of the pokédex and starts zipping around in a frenzy.

Barry fumbles to catch the un-possessed dex as it drops. Byte chatters at him with nervous little electric-snap sounds.

“It’s fine-- Are you okay? I...” Their home gets farther away before their eyes, smaller and even more overtaken by the unfathomable stormy mess. Then... For a moment, everything is glowing. The ship and all of its riders come apart in golden threads and then reassemble, and their world is gone, and the stars are different.

“What the fuck,” Taako says, wide-eyed, bringing them all back into focus. The world is gone, but they still exist. “I’m not the only one who saw all that shit going down, right? With Arceus and the--whatever the hell?”

Through the murmurs of agreement, Lup asks Barry, “Did it finish the scan?”

Byte chitters again, curious and worried.

“I think so...” Barry navigates to the recent scans section and taps the latest one. A message pops up.

ERROR: MISSINGNO

“Missingno,” Taako reads over his shoulder.

“Missing number,” Barry says as he taps ‘OK’ to proceed. The device plays a recorded Rhyhorn cry. “It’s--”

“Is that the Klink one?” Magnus asks from too close behind, making Barry jump.

“The... No, you mean the Non-Pokémon glitch? It used to ping on some inorganic Pokémon, but that was patched nearly a decade ago.”

“Missing number is for when it recognizes the scan as a Pokémon, but it’s undiscovered,” Lup says. “The dex doesn’t have a number for it.”

“So you think that whole mess was... a Pokémon?” Magnus asks, incredulous.

“Apparently,” Barry says. “And... dammit, this data’s nonsense.”

He scrolls through it slowly for all the coworkers crowded over his shoulders to see. All the preliminary stat analyses are at zero, and the type is listed as Normal/Bird/99||9/P...and the rest goes off the page, as if it’s listing even more nonsense types in a space that’s only meant to list 2 at a time.

“Bird was an obsolete name for flying types, but the rest...” Barry shakes his head. “You know what, I’m gonna have to look at the-- the raw scan data. The standard UI isn’t doing us any favors here.”

“Yeah, and we need to check on the others inside,” Lup adds.

Inside the hull, Davenport is still determinedly steering the ship, obsolete star charts strewn across the ground as he tries to find a way back. Merle and Lucretia are off to the sides, trying to calm down a Sawsbuck and a Smeargle, respectively.

“Tom, buddy, calm down,” Merle says, running a hand through its leaves. A few come off in his hands, and he recoils in surprise. “Wait. It’s-- still July, right? Summer?”

“Who kn-knows?” Davenport says. “Aside from being in space, it’s like we’re in a whole n-n-new universe. I’ve turned us s...straight backwards and I can’t even find a single plane from our home system.”

“There’s the beginnings of white streaks in these antlers. As if he’s taking Winter Form prematurely,” Merle says.

“Well, shit.”

[youvereachedthebadend]

Also, what was the deal with those green sparks?

More sparks appear, running along the wall. Neither Jack nor Error notice them, or your question, too busy staring at each other. Error's expression is strangely blank for a moment. Then he growls. "Why am I listening to the guy who possesses people whenever he wants?"

"You know Anti does the same thing!" Jack shouts.

"He did, in the past! It's different now!" Error lunges forward. "Get out of—!"

A shower of green electricity erupts from the wall, right in between the two of them. Something glowing green jumps at Error, knocking him back. He yells in surprise. The green lightning flows in a shockwave radiating outward. Error suddenly collapses, unconscious, followed shortly by the woman that Jack's possessing. A shadow of glitches peels away from her unconscious body and solidifies—mostly—into Jack, looking like a hologram filled with white static. He looks around. There were four people close enough to be caught in the shockwave, two corrupted and two not. They are also unconscious now, green sparks occasionally shooting from their bodies.

Sam is sitting on top of Error's chest, basketball-sized and waving Their electrified optic nerve. Y O U C A L L E D ?

'Sam,' Jack gasps. 'Wh-what are you doing?'

I A M T R Y I N G T O H E L P . B U T I C A N N O T B E D E L I C A T E . I W I L L E N D U P A F F E C T I N G F R I E N D A N D F O E . Y O U M U S T S T O P T H I S .

'How?'

They point with Their nerve. Jack follows the gesture. Anti has caught up to Stacy, cornering her against the wall. She's holding the lid of a box like a shield, twisting around to block him from stabbing or even touching her. Her breathing is heavy and her movements are slowing imperceptibly.

Jack looks back at Sam. ‘Wh-what am I supposed to do? I'm still a ghost.'

W H A T Y O U W E R E J U S T D O I N G . B U T D I F F E R E N T .

[huffle-dork]

Curiosity Killed the Cat: Chapter 10

What Swallows the Light 

Chapter 9: [x] Read from the beginning: [x]

(AN: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HATE THAT WRITING IS SO HARD FOR ME RN AHHH I LOVE Y’ALL THANKS FOR STICKING WITH THIS- THE END IS NEAR!! LIkE MAYBE 3-4 MORE CHAPTERS!! EEEEE!!) 

The boys regrouped at Chase’s studio- exhausted and spent but determined to look for Marvin using any means necessary. Well… most of them.

Jackie was desperate- desperate to do anything but resort to Jameson’s suggestion… he was not ready to face Phantom again.

His limbs still ached from the abuse he suffered at the hand of the mad conman. But, he wasn’t scared. Superheroes don’t get scared.

Chase groaned loudly and flopped his weight onto the back of the couch. “Jackie, c’monnn! We’re getting nowhere with all this!” He gestures to the collection of trackers and electronic devices Jackie’s collected- all beeping or malfunctioning. “Marvin knows you too well man! He’s probably using some freaky magic shit to block himself!”

Jackie grumbled and refused to acknowledge Chase, stubbornly tapping on the tablet he was trying to program. When it refuses to work, he suddenly yells in frustration and throws the thing hard against the wall. It cracks through the surface- the screen shattered and sparking. The hero then grips his hair and suppresses an even louder yell.

Schneep and Jameson exchange worried looks with each other. The doctor tries to speak up,” Jackie-”

“Shut up! I know!” The hero hisses through clenched teeth. “I know this isn’t working! But there has to be something! Something we’re missing.. Something that doesn’t involve-!” He seems to choke slightly, swallowing thickly.

A static laced laugh breaks the tense silence as Anti- who’s splayed across one of the couches like a lazy cat- finally speaks. “Woowww Spandex- it’s so rare to see you so scared shitless-”

Jackie turns to shout at the glitch, his eyes burning with blue power. “Shut the fuck up, you lazy bitch! I ain’t scared-”

“Righttt and the refusal to just- go do the easy thing and see the guy who might actually have the answers to whiskers’ problem is…? What? A super secret strategy of yours? Stubbornness? Stupidity? You are good at that last one-”

Chase has to grab Jackie and hold him back as the hero almost throws himself at the glitch to strangle him. Anti laughs madly, the air around him fizzling with glitches and static.

“Someone’s gotta length your fuse big guy! Hate to see what’ll happen when you finally explode~” Anti’s eyes darken to pits. “Then again… maybe it’ll be fun to watch~!”

“Anti for the love of god- stop antagonizing him!” Jameson huffs in exasperation, making sure his speech slide appears in right in front of Anti’s face so he can’t ignore it. Anti simply laughs and pushes it away- but luckily he doesn’t push the hero anymore.

The others look to Jackie with sympathetic faces. The hero shoves Chase off him with his elbow before looking away, clearly conflicted.

Schneep coughs then carefully walks up to Jackie, using his quiet bedside manner voice, “Jackie… we all know you are… hesitant. About seeing Phantom again. But we also cannot waste our time… we do not know what Marvin could be doing to Jack right of now.” Jackie cringes slightly at this, anxiously starting to pick at the skin beneath his gloves. Schneep looks to his brother with kind and worried eyes. He steps closer and gently places a hand on his then whispers to him low. “It is okay to be scared, you know.” The doctor’s eyes shift to the lounging glitch and Jackie can see the spark of fear in his eyes. “We all understand… but- you cannot let your fears keep you from moving forward, yes?” He squeezes the older brother’s hand tighter, “We all need to work together to stop this… you will not face this alone. And we do not think lesser of you for it.”

Jackie is quiet for a beat- but slowly he nods. He meets Schneep’s eyes and smiles softly. “Thanks Hen…”

Then he sighs and squares his chest before addressing the rest of the room.

“Alright… time to go pay Phantom a visit.” 

The door to the tackily clad Phantom’s emporium opened effortlessly with a little bell. The egos all walk in-and are greeted with a dark and abandoned shop. 

“It’s awful dark in here…” Jameson comments, his speech slide adding a small burst of light. 

Chase squints and whistles under his breath, “Yeah- jesus… you’d think the guy could afford more lights in this creepy-as-fuck shop-”

He then shouts and suddenly falls to the floor.

There’s the sound of glitchy laughter from Jameson’s phone while Schneep digs out his and turns on the flashlight.

“Mein gott Chase- are you okay?”

There’s a groan as Chase pushes himself up and rubs at his head,” Y-Yeah- Yeah I’m okay- I  just stepped on something-”

Suddenly there’s the sound of muffled yelling that has all the boys turning to look at the floor. “N-No way…” Jackie gasps as he goes to inspect the object, then he brings it up for the other boys to see. It’s one of phantom’s crystal orbs- only it’s occupied by the con artist himself and his brother, Mare. Mare is kneeling, one hand knocking against the glass while the other cradles a pale and spent looking Phantom.

Schneep’s eyes widen, “wh- how… how did this happen?” He whispers in disbelief. Jameson is covering up his mouth. Chase is massaging his calf before he looks up and yells, “Woah!” 

Mare inside the orb scowls and knocks against the glass again. There’s a large crack on its side- like it might have been smashed against a corner of something. “Would you stop gawking and help us?!”

Jackie’s face falls slightly. Even if these guys were villains… this wasn’t right. So he nods and goes to try to smash the orb on the ground.

But quickly, Schneep yelps and goes to stop Jackie. “Wait!”

Jackie blinks in confusion and Schneep breathes before whispering to his brother, “Let’s… let's think this through, Jackieboy- if we free them now… we might not get the information we need.”

The doctor raises an eyebrow at Jackie and it slowly dawns on the hero. Jackie hisses back low to Henrik, “You want us to use their imprisonment to get info on Marvin?” His eyes glow slightly, “That’s not right, Schneep!”

Schneep pushes back against Jackie and whispers back, “If we do not- they will just poof away and will not get the info we need to save Marvin! Do you want to help him or not?!”

Jackie’s mouth opens and closes before he scowls and looks away. Schneep tries to hide a triumphant smirk. He then takes the orb from Jackie’s palm and holds it out before announcing, “We will release you… but only if you swear to tell us everything you know about what is happening to Marvin. If you do not and try to escape… we will treat you as the criminals you are and take the actions necessary to put you both back in jail.” Mare rolled his eyes, “Yeah yeah, stiff- whatever! Just get us out of here! My brother is fucking dying!”

Jackie and Schneep make eye contact before the doctor gives the okay. Jackie readies to smash the orb on the floor-But Jamie quickly stops him. He then signs, “Perhaps I can offer some assistance?”

The hero looks confused but he offers the ball to Jameson regardless. The gentleman smiles in appreciation then holds both his hands over the glass. He closes his eyes and focuses- teal light travels up the glass and coats the orb. Then, a flash of teal light rockets across to the empty space in the room and from the light forms Mare and Phantom in the same position they were in inside the orb.

Chase whistles, “Nice work J! ...now we won’t have to step on broken glass!”

Mare takes in a deep breath and looks over his extremely pale brother, who is breathing heavily and can barely keep open his dull eyes. He then shoots up to his feet and tries to make it to the back rooms of the shop.

Jackie beats him though and holds out his arms to stop him, his eyes flaring blue. “Where do you think you’re going?”

The dark ego bares his teeth ferally and pushes into Jackie’s face. “Out of my fucking way. Hero! You might not care but we were in there for a week! And those orbs absorb magic- it’s been sucking my brother dry for days! So- if you’ll excuse me I’m gonna get him something to make sure he’s alive for your fucking interrogation- is that okay with you?!”

The red hooded hero stands speechless and just steps aside, letting his arms fall as he nods. Mare doesn’t waste a second to rush past him.

There’s the sound of rustling and glass bottles hitting the floor before NateMare rushes back out and skids on his knees to be back by Phantom’s side. He cradles the other figment’s head and gently lowers a bright red glowing potion to his lips. The second the liquid meets his lips, Phantom’s eyes shoot open and glow red as he gasps. His back arches and he almost seems like he’s in pain but Mare just holds on tighter and dumps the rest of the potion into his mouth.

“I know…” He whispers, “Just- hold on, okay Phan? This will help, I promise…”

The other egos watch with bated breath.

Eventually the last drop falls into Phantom’s mouth and Mare takes the bottle away. Phantom pants like a man dehydrated finally offered a drink. His eyes burn red and for a second it seems like nothing happened. Then, the red blooms on his skin- in his veins, and travels across his body. The demon shudders and grits his teeth but as the magic flows, his pallor returning to normal. Finally, he sags in Mare’s grip and starts to breathe at a more regular pace. He weakly smiles up to his brother. They don’t exchange words, just simple nods but… it seems like Phantom was trying to say thank you. Phantom then turns and seems to remember they have company. He sighs and groans as he pushes himself up. He’s a bit unsteady but soon he’s standing tall again. He opens up his palm and from the ground, his staff comes rushing out and into his grip. He spins it then slams it to the ground to lean on. He eyes the company of Septic egos as he pushes back his hair.

“Forgive my… haggard appearance. Your brother… managed to do quite a number on me.”

“So, you know what happened to him? He was here?” Jackie asks eagerly. Phantom raises a hand to silence him.

“I will answer all your questions… but only if you let Mare go to rest. He does not have any answers for you and... He hasn’t been able to eat or drink since we were imprisoned… I did what I could but.. I survive on magic. He does not.”

The egos look at each other before nodding in understanding. Phantom nods to his brother, “Go. I’ll check up on you later.”

Mare seems hesitant to leave- but after a stern look from his brother he purses his lips but retreats to the back rooms regardless.

Jackie quickly pipes back up as soon as the curtains close behind him, “So- Marvin? He was here?”

Phantom nods, “Yes, he was here. He was the one who trapped us.” He then looks to Jackie and raises an eyebrow, “Said the act was… what you would call Justice.” He then shrugs and sighs, going to fall against one of the armchairs in the room. “Which I guess is fair-”

The hero’s gaze hardens as he hisses, “He doesn’t speak for me. I wouldn’t have done something like that.”

The red demon raises his head in slight surprise, then he smirks, “Oh~ I sense a bit of in-fighting?”

The air in the room gets tense as all the egos shuffle and cough. “Uh.. you could definitely say that-” Chase mutters.

Phantom hums and goes to lean forward in his chair, tapping his fingers against his orb. “...I already had my suspicions… and since you all are here for answers… why don’t you fill me in on what mischief my darling little apprentice has gotten himself into?”

“Don’t call him that-” A speech slide darts in front of Phantom’s vision followed by a serious looking Jameson. He frowns and pops up another slide once he’s gotten Phantom’s attention, “He is not yours. Not anymore.”

The demon blinks then chuckles and shakes his head, “I suppose you’re right, Jackson.”

Suddenly, the air turns electric as a groan of annoyance sounds from Jameson’s phone. Glitches fly out of his pocket and soon Anti’s fizzly form splays across one of the couches as he throws out his limbs in exasperation. “Jesus christ yall can blabber! Can we get on with this already?! Or need I remind you kitten whiskers literally has all our lives on the line?!”

Phantom jumps and somewhat curls up in his chair, trying to hide the fear in his eyes. “...w...what is he doing here?”

Anti blinks then grins wolfishly at Phantom, “Well hello to you too pretty boy- still not over our last encounter I see?” He laughs madly.

Jackie sighs then points to Anti with his thumb, “He’s the start of this whole thing. Plus… Marvin is targeting him.”

This peaks the con-man’s interest. He knits his eyebrows together and gathers his composure, leaning all his weight on his staff and linking his fingers. “...Enlighten me.”

The Septic egos then take their time to explain everything: Anti’s kidnapping of Marvin. The state of Jack. Marvin’s memory loss- his behavior after being rescued. How all that changed suddenly. His manipulation of Jameson. The book- the nighttime encounter in Jackie’s apartment. Jackie and Marvin’s fight. The criminals he killed. The veins and purple magic and eyes- the smoke that seemed to coat everything black. The hospital… how Marvin took Jack. Phantom listens intently. After they’re done he sighs and brushes back in his hair, looking towards the bookshelf behind him. “..it’s as I feared.”

He looks over the boys then stands up to address them, “... this time I am not the source of Marvin’s problem. In fact… I fear the problem may have sprouted from inside him.”

“What?” Henrik asks, “What does that mean?”

“Yeah- this… this doesn’t seem like Marvin’s magic at all! He.. he’s good! That’s how Jack made him- so how could this come from him?” Jackie shouts, looking angry.

Phantom holds up a hand to silence them. “I’m not saying this just happened randomly… but you must know this. Magic deals in absolutes.”

He then holds his hand over his orb and starts to dance his fingers in the air over it. White light comes from the orb and starts to dance in the air.

“In our world- Light magic is the prominent force. All magic stems from it. Because typically, magic is used to help or heal. Like… superpowers. They are a form of light magic. When magic first began… it was only used for good. However, humanity is selfish. And with selfishness comes the other side of magic… dark magic… black magic. Black magic is an invader- it was not made to exist here. But- through selfish desires and evil intentions it entered into our world. And… black magic is not like the light. It is constantly hungry- because it knows it does not belong here. It seeks to devour all sources of light and life. Even it’s users… it either devours them whole- or uses them to draw more people into darkness.”

Anti rolls his eyes, “Alright Merlin, thanks for the magic lesson. What’s all this bullshit gotta do with this?”

Phantom huffs and grips his staff, “I’m getting to that. But since you so kindly interrupted me, I’ll be blunt with you.” He points his staff at Anti. “You, glitch, are the catalyst for Marvin’s transformation.”

The glitch sputters, his form buzzing with static as he sits up, “What the fuck?! How is this my fault- I didn’t do anything to whisker’s magic! I’m not even magic myself!”

Phantom laughs and shakes his head, “All figments are filled with some form of magic. Or we wouldn’t exist.

But that’s besides the point for now. Remind me again, Anti, what is it you had Marvin do while in your capture?”

All the egos turn cold eyes on Anti. The glitch almost looks guilty as he crosses his arms and looks away from his audience. “I… forced him to put Jack to sleep.” Then he shakes his head and throws out his hands, “But that’s it! I didn’t touch him- I didn’t possess him or corrupt him or anything!”

Phantom nods and floats fingers through the white light still floating in the air. “Perhaps you didn’t… but you provided the spark.”

He opens his arms to the light, “Pretend if you will- this is Marvin’s core. His center of magic- his soul. Jackie mentioned earlier- your creator made Marvin to be good. So- that’s what his core is. A source of light magic.”

He then snaps and a pure black flame ignites on his fingertip. “Now- if I add a spark of black magic…” He lowers the black flame into the white light.

The light almost instantly begins to be eaten by the black. The black spears through the light like a hungry predator until all that’s left floating in the air in a bubble of black, sparking with purple power.

The septics watch with horror.

“...that’s... what's happening to Marvin?” Chase asks in a small voice.

“...it is a slower process but yes.” Phantom nods. He leans back into his chair and snaps the magic out of the air.

“Since Marvin’s core is good, any type of spell that goes against his nature could possibly change his entire magical alignment. What most likely happened is… whatever spell he used on Jack was enough to spark a dark magic takeover.”

“...But- Marvin has used darker magic before.” Jameson points out, “**Like when he’s been possessed by Antisepticeye- or… his last encounter with you. How come that didn’t trigger his magic to change?” **

Phantom hums with a smile, “A good question, Jackson. While under possession, Marvin’s magic is not entirely his own. When under my control- I fueled him with my own magic. It’s like… dye in water. It can leave the water stained sure- but eventually it will return to what it was because of the constant flow. Magic is fueled by the soul- so as long as Marvin is alive, his magic refuels itself. So even if it was changed momentarily by an outside source- it should go back to what his core was.”

“...the community-” Anti suddenly mumbles. Everyone looks to him with curiosity.

“...yes, Anti?” Phantom raises an eyebrow.

The glitch scowls then turns to face the other demon. “Jack’s community. Does that count as an outside source? Because I swear that Magician’s purpose has been flip-flopping around so much because they can’t make up their goddamn minds on what side he should be on. All this magic bullshit- does it really matter when Jack and the community has so much pull on our characters?”

The air is silent while the room takes in this information. Phantom smiles and leans back. “Hm- I can’t say for certain… though me and Mare are influenced by our community as well- each figments story is different. Me and Mare were made to be evil so… there’s not much we can do to change that.”

He then points his staff at some of the septics, partially Jameson and Schneep. “However- that is why I’ve found you septics so… fascinating. Even if Jack made you one way… the fandom can change you. Like how our beloved Doctor was once considered to be on the Glitch’s side… or how Mr. Jackson seemed to be free of corruption because of the fandom’s love… until it was revealed he was a puppet all along.”

Schneep nervously rubs his neck and looks away, shuddering at the memories from that time. “...that… I..I do remember… being changed by them. Forced to be someone else… until Jack set the record straight.”

Jamie is silent, playing with his hands and looking at the ground. His wrists hidden under his sleeves- his strings out of sight. Phantom smiles to himself, “That’s why I’ve always been so fascinated by my Magnificent… he’s so easily swayed. His alignment is so back and forth. He could be anything. He could become anyone.” 

“Okay so- why isn’t this they’re fault, magic man?” Anti suddenly sneers, “Why isn’t this debacle their fault?! They almost have as much power as Jack does! Why aren’t they responsible?”

Phantom scratches his chin and taps his specter thoughtfully, “...I don’t think we can rule out their influence entirely. But… Marvin hasn’t been the star of the show for a quite a long time, yes? So… a change this sudden could only be explained by new lore from Jack. and… since he’s asleep.” The demon looks pointedly at Anti and raises an eyebrow. Anti grumbles and folds his arms again, sinking into the couch.

Jackie sighs and sits down, holding out his hands, “Okay so- let’s recap… because Anti made Marvin put Jack to sleep- that magic he used started to change his core. It went from light magic to black magic because black magic is a greedy bastard- so it’s changing Marvin… which is why he… he did all the things he did… right?”

The red clad demon nods, “Correct. Since the magic is an invader… one could say it’s possessing your brother. But- it won’t take much for it to grab control and change him permanently. He was already starting… what he was doing to those thugs is classic black magic. Feeding off life forces helps to fuel the black magic even faster. There’s nothing more selfish or evil than taking a life. ...Marvin’s actions might not entirely be his own- this all could be the black magic working to take over Marvin’s core faster. Especially since he did not choose to use that magic that sparked this in the first place… It’s manipulating him.”

Jackie seems to light up slightly. He smiles to himself and whispers, “...i..I knew it- I knew this couldn’t be Marvin… not really.”

“So what can we do to stop this? To save him?” Chase brings up. “We gotta stop him before this thing eats him- or Jack!”

Phantom is quiet for a second before sighing, “...that.. I do not know.”

“What?!” Jackie exclaims as he jumps to his feet, eyes burning. “You- You know all of this but you don’t know how to save him?! What the fuck?!”

The demon just raises an eyebrow, “Hero. I collect souls to survive. My core thrives off dark magic. I may know how it works… but I don’t know how to stop the process.” He then sighs and looks around. “I can give you advice though… that book. He stole it from me. It is a source of black magic itself- and it reacts to the user. It will do anything in its power to keep Marvin reliant on its spells. It will only hasten his corruption so… try to keep it away from him. Seal it away… it can’t be destroyed except by the purest of light magic.

Also- beware him collecting a large group of people. The magic inside him is going to be looking for the largest amount of souls it can corrupt. And… if he succeeds…. It will be too late. Your brother will be consumed. And they’ll be no going back.”

The air grows heavy at this news and the others exchange worried glances. The con-man watches before rising to his feet. “I’ve given you all the information I can… I would use it quickly if you want to save Marvin. Every second wasted is him getting closer to being consumed.”

The others look at each other then nod. “Alright… thank you Phantom.”

“As promised… we will not bother you and Natemare.” Schneep adds, adjusting his coat as he gets to his feet. He gestures to the others and starts to head for the door. Anti watches from the couch, seeming to be deep in thought.

Before Jackie can join the others however, Phantom lightly grabs his wrist to stop him. The hero looks back with confusion. The dark magician looks… almost bashful. He opens and closes his mouth several times before whispering out in sincerity, “... I know there is a lot at stake but… please Jackieboy… save my Magnificent.”

Jackie balks at this- then slowly his eyes start to burn with anger. He throws Phantom’s hand off him and grabs the figment by his vest and throws him against one of the pillars making up the walls.

“Are you fucking serious?! Your magnificent?! He isn’t your property asshole! After all of this- after all he’s been through you still think you get to stand here and be selfish?! To think about how you’re going to use him next?! If you so much as breathe near him again I swear to god i’ll-!”

Phantom just sits there and takes it- looking Jackie in the face. Jackie pants and growls, pushing Phantom more up against the wall when words fail him. The demon winces then opens one eye to look at Jackie.

“Are you done? Can i say my piece now?”

Jackie bares his teeth, ‘What could you possibly have to say to that? Gonna manipulate me with your fucking smoke to make me think you were in the right all this time? That you were helping him? That you ever cared for him at all as an apprentice?!”

“I DID CARE!” Phantom suddenly shouts, pushing back in Jackie’s face and blasting out enough magic to get Jackie to let go. Jackie stumbles back and narrows his eyes at Phantom as the demon dusts himself off and straightens his vest.

“...or… I do care. ...I think-” He sighs and lowers his gaze to the hero. “...I’m not like you and your family, Jackie. I wasn’t made to be good. I was made to manipulate and to steal. To trick. So… of course that was my purpose when I first took your brother in all those years ago…

However, despite my nature… i believe I developed a… soft spot for him. I… didn’t know how to interpret those feelings. I thought it was a need to fully control him- to make him mine. But… even that wasn’t enough. I couldn’t understand.”

He then sighs and picks his specter off the ground, going to twist it thoughtfully between his fingers. “But… all that time spent in that orb… enduring the same thing I made him endure… I was able to think. ...to maybe realize it was more than that need of control. That… maybe- the very small part of me that’s human… maybe that part actually cared for him. ...like how I care for Mare.”

Jackie’s hard expression softens slightly, looking to Phantom in confusion. The demon doesn’t meet his eyes as he chuckles bitterly.

“...I fought it for a while but… he was different than my other cons. He was… the first one just like me. A fellow figment just...looking for a place in the world. Of course… my purpose had to be fulfilled… a creation can’t deny its reason for existing. But… for a while… I couldn’t. Not to him. Maybe that’s why it took me so many years to finally hunt him down…”

He shakes his head then ventures to his bookshelf, going to open a small ornate chest. He digs inside then pulls out a white object and holds it in his hands while turned away from Jackie, rubbing his fingers against the surface.

“You know… there’s one thing I know about light magic… why you heroes and goody-two-shoes always best us in the end.” He laughs and turns to Jackie, handing the item to him.

It’s a blank white cat mask.

Jackie’s eyes widen as he takes it and then he looks to Phantom, who’s smiling bitterly.

“...it’s your ability to be positive. To believe in each other. To have things and memories that… keep the darkness away. ...perhaps that can help you.”

The demon looks to the ceiling almost wistfully, “I know… anything involved with me is tainted now. And… Marvin will never want anything to do with me again. I’m.. okay with that. But… maybe that mask… can remind him of when magic was good to him. When his love for magic was pure and child-like… perhaps it can save him from the dark.”

Jackie is speechless once again. He looks down at the mask and rubs his thumb against the edge. He can imagine Marvin when he first met him- when he first took off his distrustful shell and started to open up. How happy and mischievous and carefree he was. Did he actually feel that way with Phantom once?

“...you really do care about him..” Jackie pipes up quietly. Phantom smiles and shrugs.

“...I can’t say for sure. But… i do hope you save him. Really…” He sighs and looks back to Jackie seriously, “If he survives… I will leave him be. I will not hunt him down again… I will consider all his debts paid.”

Jackie’s eyebrows raise in surprise. Then, he laughs slightly and puts the mask in his backpack. He straightens the straps and turns to go- but not before giving one last look to Phantom.

“Hey- maybe there’s a little light in you after all Phantom.”

Phantom snorts, “Don’t get mushy on me, hero. You’ll make me more sick than I already am.”

Jackie laughs and shrugs, “Fair enough. Well… thanks.”

“Just get out of here, Jackieboy- don’t waste what little time you have with pleasantries.” Phantom grumbles, going to head towards the back room. “And… good luck.”

The hero nods and grins before hurrying out of the store and back into daylight.

However, he’s quickly met with a panicking Schneep and Chase who are on him in a second.

“Jackie! Oh god- oh shit this is bad!” Chase whimpers.

“What? What happened? What’s wrong??”

Schneep meets Jackie’s eyes, his own filled with fear.

“...Anti has disappeared. And he took Jameson with him.”

“...son of a bitch-?!”

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Radioactive Ch. 4: The Wolf

Summary: Logan continues trying to make his escape, which he finds is more difficult than it probably should be.

A/N: Title comes from “the Wolf” by SIAMES.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Logan wasn’t quite sure how he got into this situation, but he was determined to find his way out to safety. The logical Side was literally inside the electrical circuitry and connected system of the Server. He knew he didn’t have a physical body, and it was an odd floaty experience. No sense of touch grounding him, but unlike last time when he’d been trapped in a glorified solid state drive for almost a full day, it was energizing. He was pulling energy straight from the power grid. He could move, and he’d gotten into the camera system to be able to hear and see vicariously what was going on.

Troubling, though, he couldn’t find his body where he’d first gone into the stereo system wires in the main room. He didn’t know what happened to it, but he hoped it was reclaimable.

“Where is that muffinhead?” Bad demanded angrily, he was armed with several guns and a furious rage.

“Get in line, Karl felt it too,” Quackity snapped back, “and Skeppy has more aura to spare than Karl does.”

Logan left the hallway and moved into a separate room. He needed to find some type of exit. He needed his equipment and his body, and then he needed to leave. But none of the cameras were positioned near a door. If he could—

The logical Side felt himself being pulled from the system and placed somewhere else. At first Logan felt instinctive fear, remembering the last time he’d been trapped somewhere.

“Calm down,” Tubbo said close to his phone’s microphone. “I happen ta[1] like this phone an’[2] if you break it, I can’t bother Ranboo with it.”

Logan brought up a notepad app and typed: “Where am I?”

“In my phone, big guy,” Tubbo typed, he was smiling and Logan got access to the young man’s camera. “Didn’t want to watch you keep struggling in the camera system. You’re lucky Sam hasn’t found you yet.”

“You have found me, that is not much better,” Logan reminded.

“Yeah, but lucky for you, I have to go home,” Tubbo typed and then pocketed his phone. It cut off Logan’s camera view, but the logical Side could still hear what was going on around Tubbo.

Maybe this was how he could make a quick escape and find the other Sides and they could come back for his body and things. He did not want to leave those, but his survival was more important.

“Hey Tubbo,” Dream’s voice was too close for Logan’s liking. “You find him, yet?”

“Nope, boss man,” Tubbo popped the “p” on his first word, the phone jostling a bit as Tubbo moved. “You need me ta[1] make another round?”

Dream didn’t answer at first.

“Nah,” Dream decided. “Don’t think it’ll do much good. You think about my offer?”

“I did,” Tubbo answered, “it’s a shit offer.”

“Still,” Dream somehow got closer. “The offer stands.”

There was another pause and Logan decided he didn’t like the silence when he couldn’t see.

“Throw in Tommy an’[2] it’s a deal,” Tubbo decided.

Dream let out a cackle, “Didn’t know you still cared about the fucker, but sure, he’s all yours. Take him, so long as I don’t see him, we won’t have any problems.”

“Then we have a deal,” Tubbo agreed. “What you want, fer[3] what I want.”

“Right,” Dream said with a smile almost audible in his tone. There was a shifting and for once Logan could actually feel aura. It made him feel weird but drawn to it like a moth to a flame. “There we go.”

They started moving again.

“You know what Tubbo, you never cease to surprise me,” Dream told Tubbo. “I think it might be because the first time we met, you were desperately trying to be one of Phil’s little fledglings. It was cute in a sad way.”

“Good times,” Tubbo had a soft tone to his voice. “You had ta[1] ruin it by existin’[4].”

“Well, maybe,” Dream half-agreed, “but some cheap blond hair dye was never going to trick Phil into thinking you were one of his.”

“Hey, Dream, can we talk?” Someone Logan didn’t recognize spoke up.

“Give me a minute, Karl,” Dream said. “Just making sure Tubbo here gets home safely.”

“George and I can do that,” Karl promised. “We got this.”

“Oh sure, sure,” Dream agreed. “Tubbo, give me the phone.”

“No,” Tubbo immediately refused as Logan felt an acute sense of dread.

“The phone isn’t part of the deal, give him to me,” Dream ordered.

“Is that yer[5] favor, then?” Tubbo demanded.

“Tubbo,” Dream warned darkly, as Tubbo’s hand went into his pocket. Aura charging around them, ready to strike.

“Dream,” George spoke up, he’d set his hand on Dream’s shoulder. “I’m taking Tubbo home, do you have a problem with that?”

The aura in the room almost plummeted, giving Logan whiplash from where he was hiding.

“Fine, whatever,” Dream growled and Tubbo began moving again.

“Thanks,” Tubbo said.

“Out, before he changes his mind,” Karl began pushing Tubbo towards the back door of the Server and they slipped out. Logan felt the difference but he couldn’t push out of the phone and was completely confused on how to actually perform the action.

“Come on,” Karl urged.

“Shotgun!” Tubbo called out.

“Shotgun!” George called a half-second sooner.

“Come on, man,” George groaned.

“I’m not ridin’[6] bitch, get in the back,” Tubbo chuckled.

“Fucker,” George chuckled.

The three of them got into a car and Logan began to try and escape in earnest, not wanting to be taken to some other location where he also didn’t know where he was.

“Hey, hey, calm down,” Tubbo told Logan out loud. “Yer[7] gonna[8] melt my phone.”

“Wow he’s really in there, huh?” Karl commented, as Logan could see through the front and back cameras, but had to switch between the two because his brain could only focus on one at a time.

“Yeah, he can’t get out,” Tubbo seemed to be in the front passenger seat.

Logan accessed Tubbo’s map app.

“There you go, buddy,” Tubbo laughed a bit as Logan started tracking where they were going.

Then Logan texted Jackie, “Driving along NE Ralph St.”

As an afterthought, Logan added, “This is Logan, I have access to Tubbo Underscore’s phone.”

Tubbo took over and called Jackie’s number. It took a little bit for Jackie to answer.

“H-Hello?” Jackie asked hesitantly.

“Yeah,” Tubbo started, “tell yer legate friend I got his glitch arm in my phone, an’ I kinda want him out before he bricks my phone. You want ta bring yer best tech guy an’ meet us somewhere?”[9]

“How the fook[10] did yeh[11] get my number?” Jackie demanded.

“He’s in my phone,” Tubbo repeated. “Get him out before I have ta[1] get a new one.”

While he was talking, Tubbo began texting Ranboo.

“Boo!!!!”

A response came a couple seconds later. “No.”

“Boo!!! Plz[12] don’t ignore meeeeee!” Tubbo smiled.

“Come ta[1] our base an’[2] we’ll talk,” Jackie told them.

“Gotcha[13], be there soon,” Tubbo promised as Ranboo didn’t answer. He did hang up on Jackie first, and texted Ranboo, “If you don’t stop ignoring me I’m going to start withholding.”

Logan tried to always know where they were often getting in Tubbo’s way as he tried to text.

“No.” Ranboo told him.

“Stop ignoring me and come and pick me up from the heroes’ base.” Tubbo asked, then added, as an afterthought, “plz.”[12]

“Fine,” Ranboo relented.

“Forty minutes to the heroes’s base, Tubbo has requested his husband to be there. There are three people in the car besides myself,” Logan reported. “Also, I may have lost my body and my equipment.”

“Geez,” Tubbo commented. “Calm down, yer[7] gonna freak ‘em[14] out.”

George’s phone buzzed before nanites took over the steering wheel, almost causing an accident as they were pulled off to the side of the road by force. The stop was a little jarring and the front of the car was yanked off and Google was there and looking between the three people in the car.

Karl and Tubbo screamed, George flinched in pure fear.

“Where is he?” Google demanded. “Give him to me!”

The more aggressive android was shoved out of the way by Bing. “I told yeh ta wait one freakin’ second. They were comin’ ta us, dude. E’erythin’ was fine.”[15]

Tubbo leaned over and held out the phone, which Bing gently took.

“See?” Bing smiled. “No need ta[1] freak out. So chill out.”

“Is he glitching?” Google demanded. “He lost his physical form.”

“Googs, chill yer ****s[16] fer about five seconds,” Bing told him. “Lo, can yeh[11] talk ta[1] me in there?”

“No, don’t know how to use the speakers,” Logan wrote in the first document he could bring up.

Bing chuckled, “Yeah, give me a sec[17], never tried ta[1] extract a glitch from somethin’[18]. I got Mini outta[19] my stereo system so it can’t be that much different.”

“I’m not a glitch,” Logan defended stubbornly.

“Lo, you lost yer body, an’ yer stuck in some stranger’s cellphone,”[20] Bing reminded. Then he looked the phone over, “an’[2] I might have ta[1] destroy it ta[1] get you out.”

“Fuck,” Tubbo complained.

“I’ll try an’[2] put it back together,” Bing promised.

“I don’t want to be a glitch,” Logan said and Bing didn’t offer a verbal comment. Logan finally added, “I wish to leave this phone, please.”

“I got you,” Bing promised. “I’m gonna[8] have ta[1] turn the phone off, so don’t freak out. It won’t be too long.”

Jackieboy Man finally reached the group, and Google almost fired on the speedster for getting too close to Bing and Logan too quickly. “Woah!”

“Back up!” Google ordered him.

“Okay, Lo, gonna[8] turn it off in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1,” Bing warned and then he turned on the phone and dismantled it. “Okay Lo, I know you can still hear me. So just relax and— There you are!”

Bing extracted a glowing dark blue orb that swelled out to show a small galaxy inside of it. “Lo? You alright?”

Logan didn’t talk, he was more aware of what was around him rather than seeing it himself.

“Yeah, we need ta[1] get you inta[21] a speaker or somethin’[18],” Bing decided, and Logan’s orb floated haltingly over to Google who shielded the orb with his nanites.

“Yes?” Google asked carefully.

Logan used the little bit of aura he had the ability to use and pulled and pushed the nanites between him and Google.

It took Google a second or two to realize what Logan was asking.

“Oh, of course,” Google smiled and pulled out a cube of nanites, “They’re yours, I made sure to keep them operational for you.”

Logan hesitated, knowing how those nanites had been used before, but he took them. To the logical Side it was like stepping into a familiar pair of shoes, or a well loved coat. These nanites were his. They knew his form and obeyed his command. The imitation of flesh and sinew and bone swirled into being, more of a shell than an actual body. But they were something.

It formed, rather unfortunately the last setting they had been set to, which was Logan’s future Suit of Spades outfit, the nanites turning a glossy black with a brass spade in the front.

“Ugh,” Logan groaned, the voice modulator still active and Logan was quick to try and deactivate that. “I hate this suit.”

“Yeah, not expecting ta[1] see it either,” Jackie agreed as Google had a camera track around Logan as Logan tried to get the nanites to reset to his normal suit but it required a password and Logan didn’t know it.

PATTON

Logan typed it and to his amazement, it worked and he cursed his older self’s single minded nature. He spent a couple minutes reconfiguring the settings for it to turn back into his normal nanite suit and Logan felt relief.

“I wish to go home,” Logan decided.

“Yeah, we can do that,” Jackie smiled, happy to have Logan back.

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Accessibility Translations:

1. to

2. and

3. for

4. existing

5. your

6. riding

7. You’re

8. going to

9. tell your legate friend I got his glitch arm in my phone, and I kind of want him out before he bricks my phone. You want to bring your best tech guy and meet us somewhere?

10. fuck

11. you

12. Please

13. Got you (or: Understand)

14. them

15. I told you to wait one freaking second. They were coming to us, dude. Everything was fine.

16. tits

17. second

18. something

19. out of

20. Lo, you lost your body, and you’re stuck in some stranger’s cellphone

21. into

[heartbeetz]

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