martinplier:

Fade

(I wrote this in five seconds for @magic-marvin-protection-patrol because of the prompt they gave me. Here we go prepare for more Marvin angst because that’s what I’m best at apparently):

Marvin can only watch, strewn out on the ground, as the fans walk away from him, clearly uninterested in him any longer. They throw down their fanart, fanfiction- everything that involves him- to the ground, stepping on it as they leave. His throats clogs and he lets out a sob because no this wasn’t supposed to happen. He thought that the fans loved him. He thought that they wouldn’t do this to him.

“Wait!” He cried and reaches a hand up, forcing his paralyzed limbs to move against the protesting of his muscles. They want to stop, to fall apart to dust and to decay on the spot then and there. But he doesn’t want that. He’s too afraid to die. “I can- can do you a magic trick!” He forces a grin onto his lips and pulls out a pack of cards. The fans half glance to him, seemingly uninterested in what he has to say.

He grabs half of the cards in one hand and split them into the other, clapping them together. He then opens his palms, revealing there to be nothing remaining. Then, he raises one and the cards come flying out and to the ground.

One fan in particular grimaces and turns. The rest soon follow.

Marvin’s heart shatters and his legs are too weak. He falls to his knees, hugging himself for warmth and comfort. They’re leaving him… “Please don’t leave,” he whispered, tears already sliding down his cheeks.

There are footsteps and he looks up, hopeful for a remaining fan come to lift him back to his feet.

But there only stands Anti, shaking his head with the sound of tuts. Marvin lets out a sob and curls further inward on himself, entire body trembling with his emotions.

“You’re a disappointment,” Anti hissed and the words fill his ears, sink into his brain. He flinches and covers his ears with his hands but the demon’s voice continues: “I didn’t even have to do anything. They just stopped loving you.”

Marvin’s eyes widen because he had been hoping beyond hope that the demon had done something- that he tainted their minds and that they would break free, save him. But they left of their own free will, as it seemed. Another sob breaks free of his throat, louder than the last. Anti scoffs.

“I don’t even have to kill you now,” the demon continues, circling around Marvin like the vulture he is. Anti’s voice is powerful and staticky in his mind: “You’re going to die, anyway.”

And Marvin knows he’s right. Without the fan’s love and support and constant acknowledgement he would crumble to nothing but dust. He could already feel the process beginning. His skin is cracking and the soft wind brushing past him is taking off grains of the dust he is becoming.

“What a sad excuse for a challenge,” Anti said dismissively, turning from the magician. He begins to walk away, knife swinging by his side. He glances over his shoulder with a feral grin. “Sweet dreams, magician.”

Marvin can’t stop the slow decay of his body after that. Can only watch as his body erodes away under the gentle breeze until nothing of him is left.

He really had been a disappointment, hadn’t he?

(Hhhnnn)

Nooo marvinnnn