(Damn anons leaving damn sad and angsty ideas of how this could’ve continued made my damn muse fly and I had to write this damn thing. Wanting, it’s sad and angsty):
“You…. want myyyy help…?” Robbie asked Marvin in slight surprise, turning his blind eyes on the excited magician sitting beside him. No one ever wants Robbie’s help. Well, nobody except for Marvin wants his help, anyway.
“Well of course!” Marvin exclaimed in his usual boisterous tone, clapping a hand on the zombie’s back. Robbie doesn’t comment on how hard he’s hitting or how he’s pushed into the table because of the friendly pat. “I can’t think of anyone else who could help me with this!”
“Wellll…. if you’re… ssssuree….” Robbie muttered quietly but in the inside he is excited. He’s just not very good at showing his emotions on the outside. He’s hardly good at showing them on the inside to just himself, either. Emotions still completely puzzle him even if he has been getting used to them.
“Yes, I’m sure!” Marvin shouts and grabs Robbie’s hand and the zombie falls silent because of this gesture. He’s always loved it when Marvin has held his hand or wrapped an arm around his shoulders. The contact with the kind human is comforting to him in a way and he loves it so much. He love Marvin so much, then again. “Now come come, we haven’t got all day.”
Robbie doesn’t say how they do because really he doesn’t know if they do or not. And normally if Marvin says something about anything he’s the correct one because he knows what he’s talking about unlike Robbie who is confused always. The zombie is never not confused about one thing or another, large or small of a problem.
Marvin basically drags Robbie outside, the zombie actually having a difficult time keeping up with the magician. Which is strange to Robbie in the slightest because Marvin is usually slow and goes at the speed Robbie needs to go because he knows the zombie can’t move too fast. He’s always been the most patient out of all of the egos.
They exit the house they were into the backyard and Robbie nearly trips. He would have if Marvin hadn’t continue to drag him along, pulling him back to his feet. He can already feel an ankle detaching from its place. Wonderful.
“Alright!” Marvin said, stopping suddenly and catches Robbie by the shoulders when he nearly falls. The magician claps his hands together and gestures to a large and bright red blob beside them. “Inside of this pot should be the ingredients to my new spell! It should help you not fall apart anymore, in fact.”
Robbie tilts a head in curiosity. Marvin had actually been working on that… for him? That would warm his heart if he still had one.
“What… do iiii… dooo?” Robbie asked in a tone a little higher than a hiss, now needing to be louder because they are outside where it’s loud. His voice is still probably very hard to hear because it’s so raspy.
“Simple, actually,” Marvin replied and grabs his hand once more, pulling him closer to the the large blob. They’re standing directly in front of it now and Robbie can feel the warm air coming from it even against his freezing and wrinkling skin. “Stick your hands in and then lick the liquid from them. Strange to hear, I know, but it should go through your entire body and heal it.”
Robbie considers this and turns his eyes towards the blob. It is a very strange procedure. But, he trusts Marvin. With every fiber in his undead body he trusts Marvin and knows that the magician would never have any ill intent towards him no matter what.
And, so, Robbie plunges both of his hands into the normally boiling liquid for any other being. But because he can’t feel pain the liquid only feels pleasantly warm for the zombie and he slowly draws his hands out, dragging his tongue along the liquid like instructed to.
Only a moment passes before the pain erupts in his abdomen. A tearing and burning pain, blossoming in his stomach and spreading throughout his entire body. He let out an agonized screech, falling to his knees because he never feels pain what is this what is this to too much it’s too much-
Out of the corner of his mind he can hear the sound of Marvin laughing, amusement clear in the burst of it. The magician walked closer to the zombie before kicking him over, Robbie in too much pain to hold any resistance. In fact, the kick has made a whole new form of pain explode in his side.
Everything hurts. His limbs, his joints, his stomach, his sides, his chest.
His heart.
He continues to writhe on the floor, gasping at the air even though he knows it will not help. What happened? Why is he hurting? He only ever hurts if he’s hungry but this is beyond that pain. Marvin said that this would have helped him why is this happening did Marvin do this to him?
No, of course not. Marvin would never do this to him. He knows that for a fact.
“And so the presumed immortal now grovels at my feet in pain,” he can barely hear Marvin speaking above him, leaning over so that he could grin cruelly down at the zombie’s face. There’s something not right about his face but Robbie is in too much pain to process what. “You were such an idiot to believe you could never be hurt, never die. Now look at you. Poisoned by me and slowly dying before me.”
No… no! Marvin did not just say that! Marvin would never poison Robbie! Marvin loves Robbie, he’s told him that! Marvin would help him, wouldn’t let him suffer.
A hand grabs his shirt collar and yanks him from the floor and he can’t help but scream in pain because he’s moving too quickly it all hurts too much. Their faces are brought close and now Robbie can see what’s off about Marvin’s face. It’s too wrong. It shouldn’t be there.
His eyes are a deep and dangerous green, glowing ominously through the eyeholes of the cracked cat mask. Even Robbie can tell his eyes are a different color somehow. Not because of the temperature, either- he can just process in his mind when a color majorly changes.
Such as Marvin’s eyes.
This is not Marvin. Marvin would never have eyes such as this creature’s, would never poison him or try to kill him. Only one person would. And he is currently succeeding.
“Only I can be eternal,” Not-Marvin snarled, lips drawing away from his teeth in a sign of aggression and Robbie can feel his breath on his pained face. “You are but a mere distraction.”
Robbie couldn’t handle the pain after that. He could only scream.
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Yes I know it’s short too stfu I already told you why
Is this what you were wanting you damn terrible anons??
Hey, hey @magic-marvin-protection-patrol and @robthezombie-support-squad do y’all like to suffer too? Cause I do
OH GOD NO! WHY
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