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Blue-Gray Joy (Jackson and Dark)
Continuation of this: https://blograinyoak.tumblr.com/post/167073055332/save-my-last-words-jackson-and-damien-damien-was
Jackson lay at home, tired. How were the others able to do this so often? Just one video and he was already tired out. He could never do a full blown series like how Jackie was doing with that enferial South Park game. Although, it might be easier if he just… no. He had made a promise, and he never goes back on a promise.
Jackson heard the door open, and static started to come from a corner of the room. The bedroom had one computer in the room and it was on the fritz. Jackson looked over to the doorway to see Anti leaning on the door frame, door all the way open.
“Y̶o̕ù ͠know͏,̸ y̢ou̶ w̷óu҉ld͠n҉’t͏ ͘b̴e͘ ͟so ̕t̷i̸r̡e̡d́ i҉f͝ ̷ýou̶ ̴d̶i͏d́ this̴ ͝m͜or҉e o̢ft̕ęn.̴” Anti regarded.
“You can’t say you weren’t tired when you first did this?” Jackson signed to Anti.
Anti rolled his eyes and stated, “N̨o,̢ ͞b̶ec̨aưse ͘I ͟w͝as̢ ̴s̷mar͡t and̸ ̡onl͠y start̷ed̡ to show in̨ ̵v̷ide͜os̀ ͏i͢n smaĺl̢ ̢bu͞rs͠t̡s̀ ąt͝ t̕ime.̛”
“Well excuse me your glitchiness.” Jackson signed sarcastically, taking time to spell out in insult.
“Yo͡u͘ ͟k͢now̧,̶ ̨i͝n̡ ̕the w̵hól͞e ̀tim͏e͟ I͠’̷v́e ͞k͝no̵wn͜ you, ͞I’ve neve͡r̷ h͟ea͟r̨d y҉ou̴ s̛p͘e͘ak͘. ̷W̢h̴y ̧is ̷tha͘t?”
Jackson turned away, simply signing “no” to Anti. Anti scoffed, and the computer started to glitch more.
Anti snarled and yelled, “S̬̜̱̫͙H͍̞͍͓̪UT̮̘ ͈͎́U̶̮̮̺̖̰̝P̠̦̜̬͚̳!̖͈̼̬̠!̭͉̯͇̹͞ͅ!͖̱͟” as the computer’s battery sparked out of life. Jackson jumped. Anti had never liked the static that emanated from computers when he was around, but he seemed a bit more aggressive towards it than usual.
Jackson turned back to Anti, and signed, “What’s up?”
“Fòr̸ ͠s͝o͜m҉e r̛e̶as͞on̛, t͢h͢o͘se ḑa̸m͡n͞ M̡a͜r͏k͢ipl͏i͢e͢r̶ ̡eg͏os̢ i̵nv҉įtȩd҉ all ͟of̨ u̡s ͠ov̧er ͝to t͝h͜eiŕ ̸o̧f̵f͏ic͝e͢. ̵Dón’͡t͞ see ͠the̢ p̛oińţ. ̧I’͏d͟ s̛k͢ip ou̧t̷, ̨b̵ut̵ y̧ou͜ ̴k̕now ho͞w͝ ̵J͝ac͏k̴ g͢ets ̡w̸hene͞ve̡ŗ I ̸try a͞n̡d͘ d̕o̶ s̵o̴m͟et̢hin͘g̵.”
“So?” Jackson signed.
“Lèt’̶s ͟ju͠st̕ ͡say ͝I hav̕e a͝ ͟bur̶n͝ing ̡h̴atr͢ed͘ ͠f͝o͟r a̷ a ͟cert͡a̴in͠ ͠b҉i҉gend̢e͜r ̡di͝ck ̕wḩo̶ s̀e҉ems̢ to̢ ̴ŗu͞n thei̶r wh҉ol̷e҉ ̀opera͢t͝i̕o҉n̵.”
“Who’s that?”
“N͡o on͠ę i̶mp͏or͞t̢a͡ņt͜,” Anti stood, holding out his hand to help Jackson up, “Co̴mę ̢o̵ņ, we ͟gotta go҉.”
Jackson grabbed Anti’s hand and pulled himself up. Anti lead the way out, and everyone was waiting by the door.
When Jackson had made it with the others, they arrived to see two buildings. Everyone started to head towards the building on the right, and Jackson tapped on Anti’s shoulder.
“What’s in the other building?” he signed.
“O̷h…͡ ̧th̢at̷.҉ Th͟at’s͠ ̧ẁhere ̡th̨e ͞Ji͝ms̨ ͜s͝ta͢y.”
“Jims?”
“D̀o҉n’͝t͟ ask for ͡y͞òu̵r͠ o͞w͞n ͡sa͞ni͡ty.”
The doors to the slightly smaller building swung open, to reveal a man clad in pink suspenders, a pale yellow shirt, and a bright pink set of hair and mustache. The man spoke clearly, but with a slur to his speech.
“Ah welcome! We’re just finishing up a meeting, you’re welcome to look around if you’d like. I’m sure Bing would be jovial to show you around.”
The man ran back inside, and turned a corner. Marvin held open the door as everyone filed into the building. Jackson couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew that man, but yet again, the odd thing about egos is that you always seem to know everyone.
Everyone split off into their own directions, and Jackson felt himself being drawn towards the direction that Pepto Bismol ran off to. He heard murmuring down the hall, and the sounds of everyone’s amazement of the building’s infrastructure. Jackson stood near the door, but being sure not to be seen. Bit hard considering that most of the wall was glass. The head egos, it seemed, were talking about plans for the future.
“Seeing as our guests have arrived now, I’m calling this meeting early. Will, be sure they feel welcome. Google, perhaps you could show them around the place, or give them the sufficient amount of information they may need to be able to navigate safely around by themselves?” A suave voice spoke clearly.
“W-Well, they seem to be exploring the pre-premises as we speak,” a glitchy voice said. It was much glitchier than Anti’s, but in a different way. This was probably Google if Jackson had to make an assumption.
“And you Dark? You’ll be joining us, yes?” the man from before spoke. Probably Will.
“I… I need time to think. Anti is attending, and we know how the last time we were in the same room went.” The suave voice, or this Dark, said.
The door opened, and Jackson hid behind a corner. A man in a blue shirt walked past, and a few moments later Will dashed past. Dark sighed, and as Jackson peeked from behind the corner, a familiar tune started to play. Dark stood, pushed in all the chairs, and hummed to the tune of the song. Jackson smiled, but it wasn’t because of the small dance Dark was doing, it was because of the song. Fly Me to the Moon, the version sung by Frank Sinatra. It had been Damien’s favorite song for the longest time.
Involuntary, Jackson started tapping his feet, and he started to dance, closing his eyes. He felt himself move away from the wall, mouthing the words along with the song. He felt the music move through him, making a smile creep across his face as joy filled him. Near the end of the song, he didn’t even notice that she started to sing along. Aloud. He spun around singing from a hushed whisper to a audible voice, “Fill my heart with song, and let me sing forever more!~”
The music stopped suddenly, and Jackson opened his eyes to see a man’s body in a tuxedo standing in front of him, a gray aura surrounding the body, and their hair swooped in front of their left eye. Jackson stepped back, his smile fading.
The person had a small smirk creep on his face. “I was unaware that any of Jack’s egos liked any other music besides rock.”
Jackson almost opened his mouth to speak, as if it was second nature. He held back, and signed Dark, “Rock’s been too loud for me always. Plus, that song used to be my friend’s favorite.”
Dark almost seemed impressed, but their face didn’t change too much. “You don’t speak too often, do you? You prefer sign language, I see.”
Jackson signed, “Yes, I made a promise.”
“Intriguing. You heard it from a friend? May I ask who?”
“He isn’t here anymore, he died in another world and time.”
“Who?”
“His name was Damien.”
Dark stepped back, their aura changing slightly blue. They seemed startled.
“Wh… what’s your name.” Their tone had changed. They were no longer asking for fun, but to get information.
“Jackson.”
Their voice changed, their aura completely blue. Tears rolled down Dark’s face, but it was no longer a new face. It seemed more friendly, more happy, like…
No. No, he was dead.
“Jackson?” Damien’s voice rang out from the body.
Jackson stepped back, tears forming in his eyes. A smile shot across his face as he hugged the man in front of him.
He kept his promise. He waited for this moment, and it came. “Damien! My god, I thought you died!” Jackson spoke, almost surprised by his own voice. He hadn’t hear it in so long.
“I… I did. But I’m still living, in one way or another.”
“Dame, I kept my promise. I… I’ve been saving my next words for the next time I saw you!”
“Jackson, you haven’t spoke in years?”
“No, I keep my promises.”
“Jackson, you didn’t have to do that! If I hadn’t been reborn, you would have never spoke another word in your life!”
“But…”
“It’s ok, I’m here.”
Jackson stood holding Damien for a while, tears rolling down his face. Damien held Jackson’s shoulders and looked at him straight in the face.
“Look, I can’t stay for long, the darkness isn’t the most outwardly kind being out there. But Jackson, it’s so good to see you after these past few years,” The aura around Damien started to dull again, “And so we’re clear, you kept your promise.”
Jackson stepped back as the aura changed back to gray and the voice of Damien became more muted behind a different voice.
“Just so we’re clear, you do NOT bring this up to any of my egos, or your egos, clear?”
Jackson wiped away tears, and nodded.
“Good, now. Go explore. Have fun with the others.”
And with that, Dark turned away, as Jackson stood still, wondering if that was real. He turned around, and saw Anti running down the hall.
“Th́e͝re̷ y̴oú ͜a͟r̸e!̡” he yelled out as he reached Jackson, “We҉’͡vé bee͜n ́l̴ǫo͞k͢ìńg ́f̕or̵ ̨y̧o̶u. ̀Y͜o͞u͏ ̡do̡i͢n͡g̶ ͞ok?”
Jackson smiled, and spoke clearly, “I’m doing the best I have in years.”
Hope you enjoyed this one! Ended a bit happier, wouldn’t you say?
@modcarbz @mayor-damien-protection-squad @chase-brody-protection-squad
Brb gonna go explode…
~Mod Carbz
*BOOM*
This is amazing! I’m CRYING again (happy tears)
-Hero
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