CrystalNinjaPhoenix

Hi, I'm Crystal!

24 years old. I'm trying this out. Mostly a fanfiction writer. Pretty much only for jacksepticeye egos haha.


A JSE Fanfic
Chapter Three: Reunited
[This is the third part of an INCOMPLETE SERIES that I wrote in about 2018-2019. I don't know if I'll ever finish it, but I still think there's good stuff in it, and merit in reposting it here. The boys are all back together after Schneep’s reappearance. After a short debriefing, Chase decides he needs to call someone.]
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“He’s not answering,” Marvin told the others, looking up from the phone’s screen where he’d been repeatedly texting Chase.

Jackie paced the floor. “You don’t think something happened to them? I mean, I know it’s not exactly a long way from the hospital to here, but it’s long enough.”

“I’m starting to get a little annoyed with the lack of information,” Marvin grumbled. “‘Hey, by the way guys, our missing friend has reappeared. No need to know how or why, I’ll explain later.’ Now it’s later, and they’re nowhere to be seen and there’s no explanation.”

Jackie, Marvin, and JJ were all sitting in the living room of Jackie’s apartment. Or rather, JJ was sitting in the only armchair, while Jackie paced and Marvin leaned against the wall near the window.

The apartment was small, meant for only one or maybe two people to live in. Jackie’s crappy job meant he couldn’t get anything bigger, and it’s not like superheroing paid well. Still, Jackie somehow managed to fit a red sleeper sofa, a blue armchair, and a blue beanbag in the room, along with a coffee table that had comics and figurines strewn about on its surface. The dark red paint on the walls was nearly hidden behind countless posters. A modest kitchenette rested in the corner near the apartment’s door. Two other doors led to the bathroom and bedroom, and a rickety fire escape could be seen through the window.

'Maybe you should try using the telephone for its intended use,' JJ signed, 'instead of fiddling with the buttons.'

“I know for a fact that you appreciate texting,” Marvin pointed out.

'But a persistent ringing will be harder to ignore than a short chime,' JJ countered.

“Alright, fine, if they don’t show up in three minutes I’ll call Chase,” Marvin relented.

A few silent moments paced, broken by the sound of Jackie’s boots clacking against the wooden floorboards. JJ took a pocket watch out from his vest and stared at it. Marvin sighed and folded his arms. Then, the intercom buzzed. Jackie jumped, then quickly walked over to the spot on the wall and pushed the button to talk. “Chase, is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s us!” Chase’s voice came through the tinny intercom system. “Can you buzz us in?”

“How do we know it’s really you?” Marvin yelled across the small room.

“Um…I don’t know…do we need a test?” Chase sounded confused.

Jackie glared at Marvin. “I don’t think so.”

“Hey Chase, what’s your favorite color?” Marvin ignored the hero’s words, smirking at him.

An angry-sounding voice yelled something in a foreign language. “We do not have time for this! Press the button to buzz already!”

Marvin and Jackie exchanged looks of shock and relief. JJ looked confused and nervous. 'Is that your friend?' he signed.

Jackie nodded, then said into the intercom, “Alright, buzzing you up now.” He pressed the button.
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Everyone got settled quickly. Schneep and Chase had collapsed on the sofa immediately upon entering the apartment, and Jackie had joined them with his personal first aid kit. JJ hadn’t moved from his spot in the armchair, but he now sat stiff and straight, and he kept glancing nervously at Schneep. Marvin had moved to the beanbag, but instead of relaxing he was on high alert, fidgeting with his wand.

“Schneep, bro, it’s so great to see you again, like, I would be jumping up and down with excitement right now if I weren’t worried the neighbors might complain about me,” Jackie said. “But what in the ever-loving fuck happened? Chase, you answer too.”

Chase opened his mouth, but no words came out. Instead he merely blinked a couple times before closing his mouth and looking down at his hands. Schneep scowled and said, “It does not matter. There are more important things to talk about. For example, who is this man?” He pointed at JJ.

“Stop moving around, I’m trying to figure out your injuries,” Jackie said, exasperated. “But fair enough. Schneep, meet Jameson Jackson. JJ, meet Dr. Henrik von Schneeplestein.”

JJ waved, putting on a smile. It wasn’t hard to tell he was on edge.

Schneep narrowed his eyes. “You look familiar to my eyes…”

“In case you haven’t noticed, we all look pretty similar,” Marvin jumped in. “We’re all each other’s doppelgangers, now let’s move on. Where have you been? How are you back? I mean…if you want to talk about it.”

Schneep looked around at the others. “…how much do you know?”

Marvin blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Chase, he told me that you have all had encounters with that—that thing that looks like he came out of a broken video game. But how much do you know about him?”

The four others exchanged looks. Marvin and JJ silently gave Jackie looks of ‘you tell him.’ “Well, we know his name, and we know not to say it,” Jackie said slowly. “We know he needs a host, and he wanted Jack for that. He was the one behind Jack’s throat on Halloween two years ago. And he tried to attack him again, but you intervened and saved Jack back in August.”

The doctor’s expression flickered a bit at that, but he said nothing.

“And most of all, we know he’s all about fear and pain and is generally a terrible fucking person, if he’s even a person,” Jackie finished.

“Also, we’re all on his shit-list now,” Marvin added.

Schneep nodded. “Ah yes, that that all sounds correct. Chase, would you like to explain further?”

Chase looked around at the others. “I—” The single syllable came out sounding strangled and choked. He took a deep breath, then rushed out the explanation. “I didn’t want to do it but he came to my house last night and told me he had the kids and if I ever wanted to see them again I should do what he said so I went to the hospital—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Marvin held up his hands. “Slow down. An—he took Bobby and Trevor?”

Chase nodded. The others could see the tears in his eyes. “Yes.”

JJ frowned. 'How do you know he was telling the truth?'

Chase stared at him. “What do you mean?”

'He could have been lying,' JJ signed hesitantly. 'If you went through with whatever he wanted, and it turns out your little ones were fine the whole time, he easily could have used that to make your mental state even worse.'

“I…that didn’t even occur to me…” Chase was shocked. What if he had done it, and for nothing? What would that have done to him?

“I think we would need to check, then,” Schneep said. “Chase, as much as it hurts, you are going to have to call your ex.”

“Wait, Schneep, you read sign language?” Marvin asked.

“Of course I can, I am qualified doctor,” Schneep waved it away. “But I think that is most important, to check on Chase’s family.”

“What about what happened to you!?” Jackie asked incredulously. “You disappear for nine months, in a situation related to this—this glitch bitch haunting us, then suddenly come back, and you’re all messed up, but you keep wanting to move on. I’m no doctor, but I know it’s not a good idea to bottle up all your emotions.”

“I can do all the touchy-feely scheiße later,” Schneep insisted. “I do not know myself how I am back, but I am. And is good thing I came back at this time, because Chase was in the middle of a crisis that I helped avert, and now I learn his kids are probably missing.”

“Jackie, there is an immediate danger here that we need to take care of,” Marvin said. “I thought you were supposed to be a defender of the innocent. You know, like children.”

The hero turned on him, ready to shout that our friend is probably traumatized and denying it what is wrong with you, but he stopped. Marvin was staring at him sympathetically, as if to say, I know, but he’s out of physical danger and there’s a chance the kids aren’t so we have to prioritize. “…fine,” Jackie relented. “Fine. Fine. But we’re not done with this.”

“That is okay,” Schneep said. “Now can we decide what we need to do?”

“I should call Stacy,” Chase muttered. “See if Bobby and Trevor are safe or…not. Then I guess we could all go home.”

“Um, I’m not sure, but I think that most landlords have a problem with tenants who disappear without a trace for nine months and show no sign of coming back,” Marvin said. “So, uh, Schneep might not have a place to stay.”

“He can stay with me, I’ll have room now that JJ’s moving out,” Chase said. “What about you? The hotel’s probably gonna kick you out soon.”

“I can room with JJ, if that’s alright.” Marvin looked at the silent man, who responded with a mustache wiggle and an a-OK sign.

“Okay. Then…” Chase stood up. “I guess I have a phone call to make.”


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