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This is where I've got the most followers, so I'll post here, I know it's not the usual but whatever. Folks, I'm p sure @/abuserbait is ACTUALLY bait and the hate anons are from them, we've noticed every blog we've gotten them on has seen abuserbait follow us first and then seconds later it starts.

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Finished now!! :D

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Wip of a new ref for 2 apprentice AU characters :D

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I swear we're alive still We never post like ever cause we're working so hard on rewriting the original fic for this AU lol

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Man i love watching antis freak out abt the fact that Michael x Jake is canon in this AU when I tell them lmao.

"Its pseduo-incest cause he was raised by Michael's mother!!" Oh no he lived with Edith he must be Michael's brother now /s 🙄

"Michael is way older than Jake!" Age gaps can exist, folks.

"Jake is a minor!" I actually dont state his age when he meets Michael :)

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Gonna start drawing people from this AU!! Heres the first one, Jake :D

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Cursed Jake Screams rang out through the woods as they forced the child down, held him in place. Blood flowed from his hand as they moved around him, speaking in a language he didn't understand any more than he understood why this was being done to him. Why were they hurting him, why do they have him out here? Why? He's left there, shivering and sobbing in pain, long after the woods have gone silent, and the ritual ended... Long after every sign of life had left. Until the moon hits it's highest point, when a shadow forms itself before him. Approaches him... Slowly. Gently, so as to not frighten him. A cold hand brushes along his cheek, wiping away his tears, and when he looks up, he sees a gentle smile. The shadow holds out it's arms, and he collapses into them, sobbing. The shadow comforts him, hushes him, gently. Simultaneously becoming one with him, it's dark form slowly dissipating, until all that's left is the child, with an expression eerily void of emotion. Slowly, slowly, the child stands. Looking around as his hand heals, wandering off moments later. Into town, following a familiar path. Home. He doesn't remember what happens next, all he knows is he comes back to himself the next morning, back in the woods. Covered in blood, with a strange mark on his hand. He wanders deeper in, something telling him not to go back now. That he can't. Deeper and deeper he goes, following a twisting path, until he finds an old cabin, out in the middle of the woods, with an elderly lady outside it, tending to her garden. "Hello...?" He calls softly, getting her attention, she turns to face him with a smile- Only to gasp. "Oh, oh you poor darling look at you... Why, you're soaked in blood.. Here, come in. Come in, let me get you cleaned up-" He doesn't resist, following her in silence as she leads him inside to get him cleaned up. "I think I might have some old clothes here that will fit you... From my son. You remind me of him, you know." She rambles as she looked for the clothes, returning with an oversized green hoodie and grey sweat pants for him to change into. "Here, these should fit." He changes in relative silence, before finally asking. "Why do I remind you of him...?" "Oh, my darling Michael? You're just quiet like him, is all... I wish I could've helped him." She sighs as she says this. "What... Happened, if you don't mind me asking?" He almost doesn't want to ask. But he has to. "Ah... He killed everyone but me and his youngest sister... I knew I shouldn't have left him alone with Judith, she was too concerned with that boyfriend of hers to look after him." Jacob pauses at that, shocked at her blunt honesty. "...Sounds like you got a lotta guilt over that. I'm sorry." "Oh don't be... Now, why don't you get some rest? You look exhausted. The guest bedroom is upstairs, first door to the right... You can stay as long as you need." She gives him a knowing smile as she goes back out, to continue tending her garden. Jacob simply gives a small nod in response, going up to rest. He doesn't know how long he stays with Edith for, but she tells him a lot about Michael. Never stops helping Jacob with everything, until she gets sick. Very sick. He doesn't remember when it starts, but now, he's looking after her entirely. She can't leave her bed anymore. Tonight is another long night, her pain keeping her up, and him on his feet the whole night. He finally gets a moment's rest when there's a knock at the door. Sighing, he goes to answer it. When he opens the door, it's a tall man that stands there, wearing a white mask. Jacob doesn't think before he speaks. "Bit early for halloween, bud. Fuck off." The man doesn't seem to like that, stepping forward. it's then that Jacob notices he has a knife. "Hey, bud, I get you're tryna scare me or whatever but I got a real sick lady here to look after. Seriously. Go away." He insists, stepping back a bit but not letting the man in. That is, until the man grabs him by the throat in a movement so quick he can't react, lifting him, walking on in and pinning him to the wall. Jacob starts gasping for air immediately, clawing desperately at the strong hand around his throat. The man is raising the knife, but.. He pauses, suddenly. Loosens his grip. Eyes beneath the mask fixated on Jacob's hand. On the mark on it. Jacob registers this a moment later. "What? Mark bother you or somethin'?" The man shakes his head, lets Jacob go. Steps back, only to hold up his own hand. Showing the exact same mark on the exact same hand. Jacob blinks a few times. "Oh shit, you're like me, huh? Guess I see why you got the mask.. Why are you here?" It's then that he hears Edith call for him. "Shit... Uh. Stay here, I guess?" The man listens this time, staying stood where he is as Jacob goes up the stairs. "Yes, Edith?" He asks as he enters her room, seeing her sat up. "Michael... My sweet boy. He's here. I know he is. Bring him to me-" She wastes no time with her demands. "Ma'am I don't think that's a good idea-" "I said bring him to me!" Jacob flinches at that. "I- Okay, okay." He hurries back down. "Michael?" The man turns to stare at him, as though questioning how he knew his name. "Your uh... Mom wants to see you." Michael is still for a moment, before brushing past Jacob to proceed up the stairs, to Edith's room. Jacob hears not another word from them the whole night, but.. When he awakens in the morning, Michael is downstairs, eating an apple. When he goes up to check on Edith.. He finds her dead. Not killed, not by Michael. She looks to peaceful for that. There's no bruising, no blood. No, passed in her sleep, with her son sat next to her. At least she went happy. He goes back down, deciding to ask Michael first. "...I see she's gone. You uh.. Wanna help me bury her?" Michael gives a slow nod, tossing the apple aside and standing. They spend the rest of the day digging her grave and burying her, only heading in late into the night. "....You wanna stay?" Another slow nod is all he's given. "Alright.. You can take her bedroom." He gets along well with Michael, from that point. They remain together in their little cabin. In peace... Aside from, of course, Halloween Night. When their curses drive them from their home, drive them to kill. They understand each other, though, so.. it works out fine in the end.