magic-marvin-protection-patrol:

the-ego-fic-train:

Pt 1

Henrik didn’t listen.

The minute Jackieboyman blacked out was the minute they all realized Anti had done the deed.

Jackie woke up a few minutes later screaming, which made the whole void rumble and shake.

Henrik ran.

The good doctor was not going to lose his friend that easily. The minute Sean was back in control he grabbed the traumatized Jackie by the shoulders and shook him.

“Vea is he?!” He shouted. Jackie was sobbing with no end.

“Just northeast of the house…” Jackie whimpered. He had seen it all happen. He felt Jack’s vision go black along with his own, and felt the blood dripping as if it were dripping down his own neck. “Just northeast. Just northeast!” He whispered angrily.

Jackie wanted to toss himself into the deepest darkest part of the void and just disappear.

Marvin had to shut Sam in their room for the time being.

Sam wasn’t told anything. Just to sit and wait it all out.

“He told me to protect him! And I didn’t even try to stop him!” Jackie’s fingers tugged at his hair as his teeth gritted.

“I vill be back,” Henrik shouted, “Marvin! Get him some water!”

Henrik tossed on his coat and put on his rubber gloves as he headed out the door.

“Keep Sam avay!” He yelled as he slammed the door shut.

Henrik sprinted faster than he had ever sprinted before.

Then he saw him.

Jack was sprawled out on his side. His skin was pale, so pale that Henrik could see it from afar.

“It’s okay, old friend, I vill save yo–”

He flipped Jack onto his back and wanted to vomit.

There was a single scar drawn along his neck, with blood seeping into his black shirt. Henrik didn’t remember him ever wearing it before. Or the gauges in his ears.

Henrik scooped him up and brought him to his lab.

When they got there, Henrik gently set him down on the table then fumbled to get his supplies together.

He worked for hours with trembling hands.

He didn’t (and wouldn’t) tell the others.

After a day of work, he sat and began waiting for his friend to wake up.

He didn’t.

But Anti did.

He sat up wide eyed, his eyes darted around the room in a frenzy. All at once his body began glitching and flailing about.

Henrik reached out to hold him down, but he teleported away before he could get the chance.

“Thanks for the help,” Anti told Henrik, “Now I have a body that actually works!” 

Anti pulled the stitches that the doctor had placed out of his neck, letting his scar openly bleed. Henrik put his hand out in an attempt of stopping his hard work from being destroyed, but only realized the error of his decisions.

He had given Anti a form.

He had given Anti a body.

And now, there was no going back.

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