omgtsn:

poeticus:

anxiousbagel:

emotionally manipulative things you should never say to people:

• “i would kill myself without you”
• “everyone leaves me, don’t leave me like they did”
• basically anything that guilts the other person into staying in a relationship with you

this post is important

yoooo this shit doesn’t even have to apply to romantic relationships like if you have friends saying this kind of garbage to you it’s time to re-evaluate who you hang out with

martinplier:

(Yea I know it’s early but I don’t know if I’ll have time to post this part later. Also, keep in mind when you see in grammatical errors that I don’t nesscarily have the time to proof read my writing nor do I have a beta reader. But yea, onto the fic):

He’s still starving when he reawakens tied back up in the same chair. He groans as his eyelids slowly peel from over his blind eyes, angling his head a little as his nostrils flare. He’s in the same place and… he’s able to clench his fists once again.

“Mmmmaaaarrrrrriiiiiinnnnn?” He called out before he knew what he was doing, head leaning back against the backrest of the chair and rolling along its top. The smooth wood presses into the back of his skull but he doesn’t seem to care. He doesn’t really feel it. He tries to move his feet but… now they’re tied, too. He doesn’t like that. “Mmmmmaaarrrriiiinnnn??”

His voice echoes around him, being that rough and grating voice he’d heard when he had first laughed. It’s almost a hiss mixed with a snarling scoff. That doesn’t sound familiar to him. He pulls at his ankles, grunting as he does so.

There’s a clang behind him and footsteps and he tries again: “Mmmmmaaarrrrriiiiinnnn?!” His voice is louder now, more panicked even to his ears. Is he panicking? He can’t really tell.

“Yes, Robbie, yes!” it’s Marvin’s voice and he tries to twist his neck around to try and find it but it’s too far and he can hear something snap in it. He hears Marvin’s pulsating beat skip in its tune and it upsets him a little. That shouldn’t go off tune. Marvin suddenly appears beside him, alone this time. Strange… where is the one called Henrik? “It’s me, Marvin!”

“Marrriiinnn!” He exclaimed, jaws clamping down a little too hard and a tooth chips. He needs to stop losing teeth, he supposes. It’s probably bad for him in some way.

Marvin shifts to stand in front of him and he seems to have more control now: he’s not pulling at his restraints, wanting to bite into Marvin’s flesh even he doesn’t really want to. There’s a warm red glow to the blob that is Marvin and he guesses it’s happy.

“You remember me any?” Marvin asked and that question confuses him because does he? He catches the flash of what could be a memory: a white mask gleaming in the light, two eyes nearly glowing blue with happiness and black cape fluttering by. He guesses that that must be Marvin so he moves his head up and down in what he thinks is a nod, jittery as it may be. The blob in front of him claps its hand together excitedly. “Can you talk anymore?”

Can he? Marvin really needs to stop asking him so many questions. It’s hard for his mind to process them, he feels like it’s not actually supposed to so t hurts him to do so. He tries, anyway, finding himself to be drawn to this thing of food for some strange reason that’s not hunger. Well, he is drawn towards him in hunger, too, but it’s not just that. Maybe he could communicate how starved he feels…

“Mmmmaaarrriiinnn,” he ground out, tongue flopping about like a useless piece of meat in his mouth. Probably because it is a useless piece of meat he doesn’t know how to use. “Hhhhuuunnn-” he cuts himself off, shakes his head a little and clamps his jaws together before trying again: “Hhhhuuunnnnnnnnngggggrrraaaaahhhhh.”

There’s a pause of silence behind them and Marvin is silent, probably trying to understand what it is he just said. Honestly he’s not too sure if he said it right, actually. He probably didn’t. But he… tried? At least he’s trying, right?

“You’re… hungry?” Marvin asked for clarification and it takes him a moment to realize you is him and he nods once more, teeth sinking into his tongue when he accidentally bites down on it. He can feel that same strange and warm liquid gathering in his mouth but it doesn’t necessarily taste like anything to him. Another clap and the blob hops up. “I’ll go get you some food, be right back!”

It disappears from in front of him and he doesn’t like that. He tries to twist his head around once more, smelling heavily at the air to try and find it. “Mmmaaarriiinnn!” He called and his voice is louder than normal. He pulls at the restraints, feeling the ropes digging into his skin.

“It’s okay, Robbie, I’ll be right back with some food!” Marvin called and then there’s that clang again and he knows that he’s alone.

He continues withering in his chair, pulling and tearing at his restrained limbs and hissing and growling constantly. The ropes dig deeper into the skin around his ankles and he hears a small and wet snap from his wrists. At this rate he’s going to end up snapping his hands off again.

But then there’s that clanking noise again and he picks up the smell of Marvin and so he calms down a little, not pulling as much. The blob appears in front of him once more holding another smaller and darker blob. He doesn’t like it’s smell.

“I didn’t know if you’d want it cooked or not,” Marvin explained. “It’s chicken. Your favorite from when you were… do you want it?”

He feels utterly sickened by the scent of this… “food”. That is not what he was wanting in the slightest. It’s not appealing, does not smell good and he wants nothing more than to slap it out of Marvin’s hand.

He growls, grinding his teeth together once more and he narrows his blind eyes. He pushes his back as far as it would go into the chair and angles his head backwards, wanting to get away from the offered “food”.

“Do you… do you not want it?” Marvin asked, confusion filling its voice. He shakes his head in answer, growling once more but louder now. He doesn’t want whatever it is the blob is offering him. He relaxes a little when Marvin sets it aside, away from him. “Then what do you want to eat?”

He knows, but he doesn’t know how to tell. He wants what’s on Marvin but he doesn’t want to hurt Marvin to get it. “Mmaarrrriinnn,” he hissed out.

There’s another pause and the sound of a nervous throat clearing. “You want to… eat me?” Marvin asked and he quickly shakes his head cause no but he doesn’t but that’s the only thing he can say similar to what he wants. “Do you want my.. flesh?” He shakes his head because yes that’s what he wants but he doesn’t want Marvin’s flesh. He just wants flesh. “Do you want… human flesh?” And boom there it is. He hits the back of his head into the chair’s backrest a few times because of how hard he’s nodding.

Marvin hums softly and he believes he’s thinking once more. Must be so much easier to think for the blob. Or maybe it isn’t. He just knows it’s terribly hard for him because his brain feels so weighted and every time he thinks a stabbing pain goes through it. He always tries to ignore it, though. Like he’s been doing this entire time.

“Maybe we could take you to the graveyard…” his ears twitch as he barely picks up the sound of Marvin’s muttering and he focuses more on that now. Wait, he knows what a graveyard is, right? Stones and dead bodies and dirt passed through his hardly functioning mind and he assumes that’s what it is. “Robbie,” his ears perk up and he lifts his head, angling his chin upwards when he hears the word. Isn’t that what he’s called…? “I want to take you where there’s food, but you can’t fight me. You have to trust me and listen to me, do you understand?”

He thinks he does. The words are slowly processing in his brain and he so wishes he could ask the blob to slow down in its speaking but he believes he knows the gist of what he’s saying. He shakily nods in answer, hissing softly as he tries to say, “Eeeessssssssssss”, which he believes is the correct way to respond.

There’s a clap and the ropes are being untied from around his legs. And then his arms. Then there are hands on his shoulders and he’s being helped up. He stands a little shakily, having not actually stood up without running or darting across the floor since he’d first woken up. “You good?” He heard Marvin ask and he jerkily nods once more. “Alright… gotta find a way to keep you from running off…”

Marvin walks from his side and he slowly follows, his step having a slight limp despite him knowing how to walk. He doesn’t know where else to go, so he merely follows Marvin with a small distance between them because he can’t keep up too well.

They make it to the other side of the room before Marvin finally stops, humming in thought. He’s hardly able to stop in time before he collides into Marvin, grunting as he does so. It is very difficult to control his muscles when he’s not moving quickly, oddly enough…

“Ah!” Marvin suddenly exclaimed and he jumps in surprise from the loud noise. Marvin turns back to him and he can feel it wrapping something around his upper body, tightening whatever it is in the back once it’s wrapped fully. He makes a noise of question, once more trying to twist his head fully around instead of merely turning his entire body. The thing around him smells strange and dull and he doesn’t like it much. It comes back to him as a dull red, nothing of interest to him.

“It’s a harness!” Marvin said in answer and he still doesn’t know what that is too well. He grunts again, hoping that would make him explain it more. Strange creatures with thick amounts of fur pops into his mind’s eye when he heard the word. “You know, straps of cloth to snap a leash on. Henrik must of had it for some reason… I’m not even going to question why.” There’s a pause before a hand is rested on his back and he’s being prodded forward. He takes a stumbling step forward and he nearly falls, but he catches himself in the end. “Let’s go get a leash now.”

He wants to ask why a leash is necessary. Why would they need one if they’re going to go and eat? He needs to be able to move, he thinks. If his food is anything like Henrik and Marvin he is going to have to be fast to be able to catch anything. A “leash”, as Marvin called it, brings up thoughts of being restrained and it confuses him to no end. Maybe he could somehow communicate this to it…

He scours his mind as he’s guided to another dull red color, this one being in the middle of an even duller color which surrounds the entire room. Curious as to what it is, and losing track of what he had been trying to think, he reaches a hand out to the dull red color and finds it to be cold and solid beneath his fingers. So this entire surface surrounds the entire room? But, why?

Marvin stops in it’s tracks when it realizes that he had stopped. It had started to pass him because it does move much faster than him. “What are you doing, Robbie?” it asked him.

And some how, some strange way, he answers it: “Jus crriossss.” His own eyes widen and he can smell the surprise coming from Marvin. He’s not sure what he said, but he thinks he meant how he feels as he runs a hand along the hard surface beneath it.

He can hear Marvin swallow heavily before asking: “W-what are you curious about?”

He tilts his head and decides to not even think about saying anything now like before. Perhaps the words come more naturally to him if he doesn’t really think… “T’e.. ‘ardnesssss… an…. ssssssoooootttttttt….” he knows he is isn’t speaking properly but… he still is… kind of? Right? His tongue does seem to refuse to work completely properly, just like the rest of his muscles.

“Do you mean the wall?” Marvin questioned.

“Yyyyyeeessssss.”

“Why does it interest you, though?” It then asked and he’s getting tired of the questions because he’s finding it harder and harder to speak the more he does.

“Wan’ed tah… feel t’e…. re’,” he tried, finding it hard to see how in the world Marvin is still understanding him. He’s having a troublesome time understanding himself so it must be very difficult for the other.

“What red?”

“t’e… wal… re’.”

“The wall isn’t red, Robbie,” Marvin pointed out and this confuses the hell out of him. Everything is red. He should try telling it that.

“E’ry… tiNg… i’…. r’E…” he informed Marvin, turning his blind eyes on the blob. He can only make out the red around him if his face is in the direction of what he’s smelling. Marvin is a bright and pulsing red blob amongst dimmer red surrounding him.

Marvin falls silent and he can understand that. He can hardly understand anything he’s thinking much less speaking.

“Can you see me?” It then asked after a minute of silence, slightly shocking him.

He tilts his head and doesn’t know how to explain it. Of course he can see it. But… for some reason he has a feeling that how he sees is incorrect in a way.

“I… sssssseee…. re’,” he ended up saying, grinding his teeth a moment later. He doesn’t mean to do that. He just doesn’t know how hard he should bite down when he’s trying to relax his jaw or merely close it.

“Just red?”

“Yeeeeessssssssss.”

“Huh, odd,” Marvin stated and then grabs his forearm. He jumps at the sudden physical contact and it apologizes a moment later. “We’ll worry about that later. For now, until Henrik gets back, let’s go get you some food. No one else should be here so we should be able to go straight through the house.”

It’s talking way too fast again and he understood half of what it said, the other half going through one ear and leaving the other. He slowly blinks and begins to shakily walk once more, nearly tripping when there’s a sudden incline in the ground.

“Oh, right,” Marvin said and he focuses on it again. “There’s stairs here. As in steps. As in lift your foot up,” he does, “move it forward,” he does, “and now set it down,” he does, “good. Now just continue doing that.”

It’s a struggle for both of them to get up what Marvin calls the stairs but they eventually do. Marvin is panting but he doesn’t have to at all. He smells at the new area, moving his head back and forth to better make out his environment. They’re in a larger room now and a strange dull red blob is in the center surrounded by more dull red blobs. How interesting. The “wall” of this room continues on until a door on each side breaks the constant color, one not even having a door but an open archway into another, smaller room. He wishes he could see in not just red but he doesn’t really know the difference. Or… does he? He does remember other colors but… he doesn’t? He decides not to ponder this fact. It hurts his brain too much.

Once he’s unfocused from these thoughts he realizes that Marvin is no longer beside him. He grows panicked and confused and smells at the air, grinding his teeth together when he can’t find him. He begins to stumble about, trying his best to find the now missing Marvin because currently it is the only thing he really understands at all in this confusing world he… reawoke into.

“Mmmmmmaaarrrriiiinnnnn?!” he called out, scratchy and hollow voice hardly reaching through the enclosed space he is now in. He speeds up a little, smelling at the air frantically to try and pick up its scent. “Maaarrriiinnn?!”

There’s a loud bang from nearby and he has to hunch over a little because it’s such a loud noise and it makes his ears ache. Marvin reappears a moment later, holding another dull line in its hands.

“Sorry, did I scare you?” Marvin asked and he nods in his jittery way of nodding. He smells guilt coming from the blob. “I won’t do that again. But I got the leash. Hold still now, I’m clipping it to your back.”

He does as Marvin asked, going deadly still. If he weren’t keeping his balance he would have fallen by now. There’s a small click behind him and then a tug and he nearly falls over. If a hand hadn’t stopped him he would have landed on his back. He’s straightened a moment later and Marvin comes to stand in front of him.

“Alright, the leash is on,” Marvin informed and it shifts a little. He catches what it calls a leash and runs his fingers up and down it, it feeling rough against his skin. He doesn’t much like it. “Sorry, I don’t know how you’ll react when we’re around dead bodies. You may go crazy and train and run off. You’re Robbie, but you’re also a zombie.”

And he doesn’t know why, but that sentence honestly makes something shrivel up inside in pain. A strange pain he hadn’t yet felt. Like.. somehow those words hurt him. Like they went inside and twisted everything up. He doesn’t like this pain.

He’s more than a “zombie”, right? Hadn’t Marvin said that himself before?

Isn’t he… “Robbie”?

***

The next part is the longest I’ve written so far so look forward to that. Man it’s fun to write this and a lot of people are liking it! Makes me happy 🙂

@magic-marvin-protection-patrol
@robthezombie-support-squad
I got the fic

@tylerscheid
Love me, homo, please

im-that-wacky-lesbian-deactivat:

As they get stronger we’re literally cheering them on. it seriously is like we are telling him to fuck himself and get over it..

askenderbro:

big-brother-nature:

This audio file contains the interview between Gill’i Porr’tas, Head of Research G.C. and Turroti Val Gennti.

“Please state your name and rank for the record.”

“I am Turroti Val Gennti. I am… was, stationed aboard ‘Dying Light’, a class 4 Gonta scout ship. My Captain was Cpt. Giooj Meeta.”

“Thank you. I understand that the interviews that we have been conducting have been taxing on you. This is the last one we will be recording.

Please describe the events post-capture of your crew.”

“The events that followed the capture of my crew and myself went as such: 23 of our full force of 40 was sent into what i can only describe as… as a torture chamber. We were lead through the chamber to a door that housed the cells in which we would be caged in. 2 to each cell with the exception of my cell which housed three. Myself, Turroti Vacyuo Bu, and Lt. Gates. Lt. Gates was one of the few humans aboard along with two scientists, and a medical staff member. As a Turroti, I worked closely with the Lt. He was a strong, silent, and reserved man. Slowly, one by one, we were taken from the cells back to the chamber. Those who went in, didn’t come back out. In such a frightened state, i looked to the being who i thought would be the calmest. I turn my head to observe the Lt. acting in such a way as i had never seen. The screams that echoed down the hallway seemed to cause him to flinch, withdrawing into himself, hugging his… knees(?) That is until he heard the screams of one particular crew member, a Vunn named Guftr, being dragged to the room. As soon as they started screaming, the Lt. was shaking the cell down as hard as he could, screaming their name. But in Guftr’s struggle, our captors struck them to subdue but instead broke their neck. The moment we heard the snap, something happened. It was so quiet. Too quiet. Then I hear it. It was the bending of metal bars. I looked at the Lt. and what i saw was unlike anything else. He had this feeling about him, this aura. And with no emotion on his face, he snapped the door open and walked out of the cell. Turroti Vacyuo’s face was, I assume, mirroring my own as i watched the Lt. pulled a human ‘knife’ from his boot.

I will never forget what happened next. Can you imagine the pain of everything you ever loved being taken from you, Dr?”

“No, i dont think i can.”

“Neither can i, Dr. But i know what it sounds like. It is the sound of an old, monstrous creature. Its the sound of years of pain, bottled up, being released. His primal screams of anger and pain will haunt my sleep for many cycles to come. Turroti Vacyuo was limited in movement due to an injury in the capture. I was the first one to see it.”

“See what?”

“The creature that looked like Lt. Gates. This thing was only human in the vaguest sense. Any humanity that he had, was gone. He was no long my friend, but a beast taking its revenge in the most gruesome way, by tearing out captors apart, limb by limb. I was frozen as i watched him drag, throw, and slam the Nom Hyhn around like little toys for hatchlings. Nom Hyhn, who are feared for their skills in interrogation and cruelty, were screaming to their gods as he peeled flesh from them. Only after he had killed all of them did some sort of human emotion filter through to show that he was himself. He walked over to the body of Guftr and held it close as he sobbed over the lose of life. He looked up and spoke in a broken voice, ‘they didnt deserve this’.”

“What happened after that?”

“… With the keys to the cells salvaged from our captors, i began releasing my crew. The Lt. had to be forcibly removed, which was only accomplished by allowing him to take the body with him. We made it back to the remains of our ship and set up a distress signal. Three days later, we were rescued.”

“Have you seen the Lt. since?”

“No but in the few days it took to get rescued, he became more and more social. I have no doubt that he will make a full recovery.”

“Are you still afraid of him?”

“… No. Im not.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s my friend.”

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Edit: to be honest, i didnt expect anybody to actually be interested in this, let alone actually be proud to have it on their tumblrs. I just want to say thank you to all the people who took the time to read this little story that i made up in a sleep-deprived haze. Y’all are cool and stuff. Im not sure yet but i think i might create a follow up about this.

welp time to get off tumblr and my computer to go to my room and go onto tumblr on my phone.

glaurungs:

because-of-spidey:

save-antisepticeye-squad:

because-of-spidey:

glaurungs:

save-antisepticeye-squad:

And why is my dash filled with his posts?

Same???? Who is because-of-spidey

Yes, who am I?

Probably a zombie or something idk

More like an alien don’t u think?

What did Spidey do tho

Everything.

chase-brody-protection-squad:

fear-is-nameless:

fear-is-nameless:

“Someone… Please… Help.”

Jack winced at how hoarse his voice sounded. He had been left alone in his cell for what felt like weeks; there weren’t even any images of the outside world through the bars. Only blackness. A raspy cough left his throat, and Jack grimaced in discomfort. He buried his head in his arms, trying to ignore how very tired he was; the numbing pain from the metal around his wrists;

and the sheer hopelessness he felt inside himself.

He was failing miserably. Jack closed his eyes for a very long moment. He had to keep tryi-

“Why?”

His head snapped up at the unexpected voice; he half-smiled when he recognized Chase standing outside. But his smile dropped when he noticed the unusual scowl on his face. Jack sat up straighter. “If I stop- ”

“NO!… I meant; why- of all people- should we

he̢ĺp͘ y̵o̸u?” he spat. Jack stared back in shock, he’d never heard so much venom in Chase’s voice. Another figure stepped into view.

“You created us, turned us into characters- and for WHAT?! Just to keep your little audience

a̶m̴use̸d for a single video or two outside of games?” Marvin the Magnificent snarled, the magician’s fists clenched at his side.

“It’s not like that!” Jack cried out, struggling to his feet on shaking legs. “I care about you guys! I just wanted to- ” A small gust of wind cut him off as another person literally landed next to Marvin and Chase. Jackieboy Man stood tall, his eyes like slits from what Jack could see through his mask.

“Care? What happened to us after our last videos? We got thrown aside; collecting dust until the day you decide to bring us back.” His face fell in mock realization. “Why, that’s all we are to you isn’t it! Just little

ṕųppe̡t̛s or figures to bring out and

p̛ut̕ ͟o̵ǹ a̛ s͡h̛oẁ for a bit of entertainment!”

“No.“Jack couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “I-I wouldn’t have let-”

“Ve

ńe͘v̵er a̧sk̀e̸d for any of zis in ze first place.” Dr Schneeplestein’s accusing voice sounded from the darkness before he walked into view. “Yet here ve are.” Jack looked at every one as they stared silently back with furious gazes; he heard a cold chuckle as his head fell in defeat.

“Look at him!… Poor boy.”

“Pathetic. It’s probably from being stuck in here.”

“He does appear to be fery sick. Perhaps ve should help him.”

“Yes… Put him out of his misery.” The cell door opened with a loud screech.

Jack looked up to see 4 pairs of glowing green eyes glaring at him through the darkness. They rushed forward, releasing the shackles around his wrists and grabbed at his arms; together they dragged him out of the prison.

“W-wait! STOP!!” Jack desperately tried to break from their grip, but it was pointless. He tried to talk instead. “People do want to see you again. We just need to beat Anti and I’ll-” 

“It’s too late for that… Far too late.”

Jack grunted as they came to a halt and he was forced to his knees, his arms pinned behind his back. He flinched as his ears caught an unfamiliar sound. 

Vzzzzzzzzzt.

Vzzzzzzt.

He frowned, trying to pinpoint what exactly he was hearing; it was like a buzzing, or of metal scraping against metal- no. His eyes widened in terror, and Jack doubled his efforts to escape. Footsteps advanced slowly in their direction; a glint of silver shown through the murkiness.

Vzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt.

Anti appeared in front of them; studying the blade of his freshly sharpened knife before looking over the group. He smiled at the sight- though as he crouched to look at his prisoner face to face, Jack saw it didn’t reach his eyes.

“What… What did you do to them?”

Anti tilted his head. Shou̷ld͠ń’̧t̨ y̕o҉u b͜e̷ ̵a͞sking ̕y͠ou͘rśel̡f ̕tha͏t qưe҉s̢tio͢n?̧

“This isn’t my fault!” Jack strained against their hold. “I know this is your doing so spit it out! What have you done!?” Anti was silent for a few moments before answering.

I ṕr͠om͞is̨ed̀ w̡ha̢t̛ yo̢ù ne̵ver̛ ͢g͢a͏v̶e ̕the͢m͞: to nèv̧er ͜b̴e͘ for͏go̵t̀te̷n b̷y a̵nỳón͜e ͠els͢e ev̧er̡ ̕ag̴a͞i͘n̶. ͜M͘ore͝ ̀t͜h̴an ͡just bein̕g

a ͢m̡e͘re̡ ͞pupp͢et̨
ón͡ your̛ c̛h҉anǹe͡l. Anti rose, his eyes glowed brighter at a new thought.

I̶n fa̸ct͘,̨ o͏n M͏Y̨ ̶c̴h͠a͞nńe̴l̀ ̨thin͢gs ͡wo̧uld͡ be̕ ͝b̛e͡t̶te̴r fo͜r̶ ̢a͟l҉l͝ of ̧u̶s...̡ ̴On͢e

su̶ch̀ ̢p̴l̵a͡c̨é

ẃi̢tho̕ut́ a h̡i̡nţ of t̛he gr̛eat ‘J͢a̢c̀ksep҉tic̨eye’. His voiced dripped with mockery.

Jack looked up at him in horror. Before he could respond he felt a hand grab his hair and force his head sharply backwards, exposing his throat out to Anti. He gasped at the unexpected pain, and felt his breathing quicken when he saw the knife raised.

… I ̕w̧o͢uld̨ ̀no l͞on͡ge͘r ̧h͝ave ̨t̸o ͢pret̨e̵n̢d ̢any̴m̸ore̵.

Jack froze in shock. He said it so quietly he almost missed it, but was that… Yearning he heard Anti’s voice? He saw a silver blur, and Jack squeezed his eyes tightly a second before he felt the blade cut into his throat. He screamed in agony as a spray of hot blood ran down the front of him.

…… And screamed…

He grabbed the front of his throat, trying to stop the bleeding… But his wrists felt heavy; somewhere far away he heard chains clinking together. Where was all the blood? His hands were dry and his neck felt like it was still intact…

Jack’s eyes flew open. He was in his cell; in the same position he was before Chase arrived. No. He was never here. Jack realized as he struggled to control his panicked breathing. Just… A nightmare. He tried to ignore how real it all felt.

Quiet laughter echoed in his ears, though Jack saw no one was around to utter it. The words that followed sent an icy stab of fear through his heart.

E̕͝v̶en

n͜i͠ght͟ma̧r͘e̴s can̛

e̴ve͞ntu͟al̷ly̢ ̴be͢c̡o͝m̛e ̀r͠e̕al̨i̴ty͝. 

…

Got inspired by many other fics (and theories) I’ve read both recently/ in the past (@hufflepufftrax @plutoandpolaris @thedarkenedkeeper). Just a break from my own usual posts until we (someday) see Anti again. Enjoy! I think…?

Also @anti-support-group @chase-brody-protection-squad @schneeplestein-protection-squad @jackaboyprotectionsuperheroes and @magic-marvin-protection-patrol . You guys may enjoy this as well. 😛

Woah…
This is amazing, sad to read, but holy shit. I got shivers down my spine!