CrystalNinjaPhoenix

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Part Sixteen of the Switch AU
A JSE Fanfic
[This is part of an ongoing fic series I started in April 2019. In the chaos of the kids going missing, Distorter decides to cause even more trouble for everyone by messing with Schneep.]
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It seemed absurd that, with everything going the way it was, Schneep still had to go to work. But there was nothing he could do about it, so he got up in the morning, worked seven hours at the coffee shop Latte Lake, then came home around one o’clock.

“It’s me, I’m home,” he called, opening the front door of the apartment and strolling in.

Jackie was lounging on the sofa, scrolling mindlessly through something on his phone. He looked up. “Hey, Volt,” he said. “How were things?”

Schneep huffed. “Same as ever. How are things here?”

“Ehhhh…” Jackie looked back down at the phone screen. He was a bit…listless lately, but that was to be understood, what with things being how they were. “Are you going out again tonight?”

“Yes, of course,” Schneep says. He’d been going out every night for the past few days, ever since the kids disappeared. Gone out in costume, searching. Nothing, so far. Though he wasn’t sure what he was expecting. Distorter was difficult to find. In fact, they didn’t have any clue where he stayed or hid at all. So maybe the search was impossible, but damn if he was going to just let it happen.

“Hmm…” Jackie put his phone down and buried his face in one of the throw pillows.

“Do you need anything?” Schneep asked tentatively.

“No, I’m just tired.” Jackie’s voice was muffled. “Haven’t been sleeping well. Talking with Rama through FaceTime.”

“Ah. I see.” Schneep wondered if he would be able to hear that, if he was ever home before Jackie fell asleep. After all, his ‘bedroom’ only had a single wall separating it from the rest of the studio apartment. Any noise Jackie made from where he was sleeping on the couch was pretty audible. “Well anyways.” He draped his jacket across the back of the nearest chair and headed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Just as he stepped inside, the alarm on his phone went off. “Ja, ja,” he muttered, switching it off. He knew what that meant. The bathroom was a bit smaller than the average one, but it was pretty good-sized for an apartment. He leaned over the counter and opened the medicine cabinet behind the mirror, taking out a small bottle. Idly, he opened it, only to freeze. Since when was it empty? He could have sworn he was good for the next two weeks.

He took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number from his contacts. Bouncing in place, he listened to it ring on the other side until it was picked up. “Hello, Dr. Akela speaking.”

“Hello Malcolm?” Schneep said. “It is Henrik. I was just calling to check on if you could, ahhh, send me my next prescription now?”

“Now? Is something wrong?” Malcolm sounded puzzled.

“I just went to take it for today and my medication bottle is empty,” Schneep explained.

“What? Already? Hang on a second, I need to check something.” There was the sound of fabric rustling and keyboard tapping on the other line. Schneep waited patiently. After a while, Malcolm hummed. “Yeah, that should have lasted you a month. It’s only been two weeks.”

“That’s what I was thinking!” Schneep sighed in relief. He’d been worried for a moment there that he’d lost track of time. “I do not know why it’s empty, I’ve only taken one per day.”

“You’re sure it’s only one?” Malcolm asked. “And you haven’t lost any?”

“No, no I am sure.”

“That’s, uh…this is going to sound unprofessional, but if that’s really the case, then that’s weird,” Malcolm said. “I haven’t gotten in your next prescription yet, that was gonna happen on Friday.”

“A week from now?!” Schneep half-shouted.

“Hey, I know it’s frustrating, but there’s nothing I can do about it.” Malcolm paused. “Maybe ask your new roommate if he knows anything about what happened to it.”

Schneep bit back a laugh. Yeah, he was going to ask Jackie about this. Jackie didn’t even know he took medication, let alone what it was for. Still, he said, “Yes, sure.”

“Great. Can you swing by the office on Friday or should I mail it directly to you?”

“I can stop by. Goodbye, Malcolm.”

“See you on Friday.”

Schneep hung up the call, thinking. He really could’ve sworn he still had two weeks’ worth of medication left. What could’ve happened? He glanced around uneasily. Could someone have…done something? Who? Sure, Jackie had the means, but not the motive. He had a niggling feeling that a certain black-eyed smiling creature was behind it, but there was no proof…still, if anyone would want to tamper with this, it was him.

He tried to push the what-ifs away for now and concentrate on the facts. Friday was six days away. Symptoms would certainly be showing up by then, or at least growing into larger problems than just inconveniences. But they wouldn’t be unmanageable. Probably not. He could survive six days.

So he took a deep breath, and headed out of the bathroom.

“Hey have you talked to JJ recently?” Jackie asked.

“Huh?” Schneep startled. “Ah…not since we met up the day before last. Should I talk with him?”

“Maybe,” Jackie said. “I think he needs some cheering up. I would in that situation, you know?”

He nodded slowly. Yes of course. If he’d been injured in a trap by Distorter, unsure if he would ever be able to speak again, he would be feeling a little down, at the very least. Maybe he would text him. But at the same time, he thought that if he did, he’d just dump all his worries about the missing medication on him. After all, JJ and Marvin were the only people he’d told about his condition. And neither of them needed any more pressure right now. So maybe tomorrow, then, when things had settled down just a bit.
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Schneep had always preferred night to day. Which was partly why he usually went out on patrol after dark. It was also partly because he had work during the day, of course. Had to make time whenever he could.

He sat on the edge of a fire escape, staring up at the sky. Only a few stars could be seen—light pollution, of course—but the moon was bright and close. It was quite peaceful. He sighed, wishing he’d thought to bring a cup of coffee with him. But even if he had, he would have to make sure he was out of sight so he could take his mask off and drink it, and it might be more trouble than it was worth. Not for the first time, he regretted that he designed the suit with the mask covering his mouth. But it was too late now. Well, whatever. It was fine, and kept his face less recognizable.

Stretching, he stood up and jumped down to the street below, landing solidly as his specially-designed boots absorbed most of the impact. Recovering quickly, he headed out, continuing the same search he had the last few days, looking for any sign of the kids, Michelle and William. Of course the patrol wasn’t the only part of the search. He was also scouring the local news and Internet, keeping a devoted track of anything that could’ve been a sign of Distorter or the kids. But going out and actively looking around for anything odd was a key part of this. And he still had to keep a hold on any crime, of course. Though luckily, it had been quiet lately.

There wasn’t anyone out on the streets right now. His eyes darted about, looking for anything odd.

“/Hellooooo!/”

Schneep gasped, and whirled around. No, it couldn’t be that easy. But it was. Distorter was standing in front of him, right in the middle of the sidewalk. His ever-present grin seemed more genuinely cheerful than usual, and that made him uneasy. He immediately raised his hands, fists clenched.

Distorter laughed. “/No, calm down, I’m not here for a fight today./”

“I find that hard to believe,” Schneep growled. The last time he’d run into Distorter out on his own, the creature had stabbed him with some poison blade, almost killing him, and took Jackie in the resulting chaos. And now he’d taken others…“Where are the kids, you motherfucker?!”

“/Not here to talk about that, either, but if it’ll help you feel better, they’re fine,/” Distorter said. “/They’re safe! /What kind of monster do you think I am, to hurt kids?/”

Schneep didn’t respond to that. He wasn’t about to trust anything he said. Instead, his eyes scanned Distorter up and down, trying to anticipate an attack.

“/On edge, huh? /Wonder why that is./” Distorter held up his hand, fingers clenched into a fist. “/Could it be because of…this?/” He opened his hands, and a few small white things fell, dropping onto the ground.

“What do you—” His eyes widened. No, he’d recognize that anywhere. “I knew it!” He lunged forward.

“/Nope!/” Distorter laughed, and before Schneep even got close, he threw a fistful of the pills—because that’s what they were, of course—into the nearest storm drain. Schneep stumbled to a stop, gaping. He looked down, seeing a few left on the sidewalk below. Before he could even think about if it was embarrassing to do so, he fell to the ground and scrambled about to try and pick up the pills left. Only for them to fade away, mere illusions. Distorter laughed harder. “/Wonder what others would say to see that. /It’s hilarious. /Aren’t you supposed to be a self-proclaimed hero? /Crawling on the ground?/”

Schneep shot up and swung a fist. It connected with Distorter’s chin with a crack! and a discharge of electricity, making him stagger backwards. He honestly hadn’t expected it to make contact, so he stumbled as well. “Son of a bitch,” he growled. “Why?! What did you do with them?!”

“/Your pills? /Uh, I just threw it in the sewer, thought that was obvious./” Distorter rolled his shoulders in what could have been a shrug, but it was a bit too…flexible. “/And as for why? /Well, you’re alive, unfortunately. /So I’ve decided to stop trying for the moment. /And instead of killing you, what if I just make you as miserable as possible?/” His grinned widened. “/How long would it take for you to give up?/”

For a moment, Schneep was speechless. Then, he laughed. “You think that anything you could do would wear me down? You are wrong! So fucking wrong! I have lived through worse than what you can do to me!”

“/Hmmm are you sure?/” Distorter tapped his fingernails on his arm. “/Why are you so concerned about the others knowing, then?/”

Schneep stiffened. “I…I am not going into details with you.”

“/It’s because you’re scared./” Distorter took a step forward. The air seemed to shiver around him, making it hard to focus on him. “/Scared of what they’ll think of you. /You know how most people react hearing about this condition of yours, hmm? /You’ve experienced it enough times./ The last thing you want is for your friends to think of you that way, think of you as out of control or even dangerous./” He laughed. “I/t’ll be harder for you to keep it from them now, won’t it? /Now that dear Jackie is staying with you. /I wonder—/”

“Shut the fuck up!” He tried to swing another punch, but the world shimmered and shifted, and Distorter was now standing to his left, watching him stumble. He regained his balance, then whirled on him. “They would not care. They are different.”

“/Then why haven’t you said anything yet?”/ Distorter tilted his head. “/It’s been, what, five years since you met them? /Plenty of opportunities./”

And despite his desire to shout at Distorter, to profess his trust in his friends, Schneep still hesitated.

“/Exactly./” Distorter giggled a bit, and then disappeared. Schneep balked for a second, but of course it was another illusion. Distorter’s voice still echoed from the same spot. “/Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say. /Good luck for the next…six days, was it? /I’ll be watching./”

For a long moment, Schneep kept standing there. He knew that he should probably be trying to follow Distorter, finding out where he lived—or…lurked, or whatever—and where he’d taken the kids. But he was just frozen.

Eventually, he pushed it out of his mind. Distorter was messing with him, as he was messing with all of them. He wouldn’t let him get to him. It was just six days. It would be fine. And with that, he continued on.
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He went to work again the next morning, because he, unfortunately, needed money. And just like the previous day, he entered the apartment, announcing “It’s me, I’m home.”

Jackie was on the phone. He waved at Schneep as he entered, then returned to whatever conversation he was having. “No, I can’t think of anyone. You already asked Rama, right?” He paused. “Well…yes, it’s a possibility. But the, um…other thing is also a possibility.”

Schneep paused, listening curiously for a moment. Then the alarm on his phone went off. He swore softly, hurrying to turn it off. For some reason, even though he’d scheduled it for the same time every day after work, he hadn’t been expecting it. Giving Jackie an apologetic look, he headed over to the kitchen area and grabbed a bag of pretzels.

“Alright, let me know, of course,” Jackie said. “Yeah. Yeah. Okay, goodbye.” He hung up, and sighed.

“What was that?” Schneep asked, curious.

“It was one of those detectives, Kikelomo,” Jackie explained. “I told you those two were assigned to Michelle and William’s case, right?”

“Yes.”

“She was wondering if there was anyone who, uh…didn’t like me, I guess? She explained it like having any enemies, but I dunno, that’s a strong word.” He paused. “You know…because there’s no sign of who we know actually took them, so the police are looking for other possible leads.”

“Hmm.” Schneep nodded silently, opening up the bag of pretzels. “I…unfortunately, I have not found anything.”

“I don’t expect you to,” Jackie said softly. “I think…I think that we must start looking in that…place. But to be honest, I…don’t even know where that is.”

Schneep paused. “The…place where he kept you?”

Jackie nodded. “I don’t remember getting there. And when I finally got out, I was…wasn’t really paying attention to where I was. So I have no idea where…you know.”

“What about…that Stacy lady?” Schneep asked. “She found you, so wherever that was, it was probably nearby to that place.”

Jackie looked over at him, eyes wide. “I…hadn’t even thought of that. I-I guess I could ask her where that was. But how would I bring that up?”

“Just ask, it will be fine,” Schneep said reassuringly. “Or if you want, one of us could ask her.”

“No, I can do it. God, why haven’t any of us thought of that before?”

Schneep shrugged. Jackie looked down, and he recognized the way his eyes were starting to glaze over. Quickly, he changed the subject. “Do you want a pretzel?”

Jackie laughed. “Yeah, sure.”
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Things started to go downhill on the second day after losing his medication. At work, he snapped at his coworker Jennifer to stop whispering to herself, it was very distracting. Jennifer had been startled, and denied any whispering. Hearing that, Schneep’s heart sunk, pulled down with dreadful anticipation. Already? He thought it would be another couple days…Though if the symptoms were manifesting now, it could possibly explain the listless feeling he’d had that morning, which had been dragging at him throughout his shift.

He tried not to show how shaken he was once coming home, and Jackie didn’t seem to notice. So he prepared to go out that night again, as normal.

Luckily, it was another uneventful night. Because he wasn’t sure how much he’d be able to concentrate on stopping any crime with the constant background noise that he couldn’t escape. He could barely make himself patrol, and found nothing in his search.

He was tired. Not physically, though he knew his sleep schedule had much to be desired. No, this was a mental sort of worn-down, and he just knew it would get worse throughout the next few days.
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He had a day off, and naturally ended up sleeping in. But he woke up to the sound of people talking. What was it, a whole crowd? Or was he even really hearing it? He stood up, stretched, and peeked around the wall separating his sleeping area from the front room. “Oh. Hello, Anti.”

Anti and Jackie were sitting and talking, Jackie on the sofa and Anti curled up on a chair nearby. “Hey Volt,” Anti said, waving.

“Oh, was I not supposed to let him in?” Jackie asked, a note of anxiety in his voice. “He just showed up at the door—wait, we woke you up didn’t we? Sorry, super sorry.”

“Is fine, you didn’t wake me up,” Schneep assured him, even though they really did. “What are you doing here, Anti?”

“Thought I’d stop by,” Anti shrugged. He didn’t look too good, in all honesty, with dark bags under his eyes and wearing wrinkled clothes. “I dunno. Anyway, Sam is here, too, because they won’t leave me alone.” A green eyeball popped up into the air, bouncing a couple times.

“Ah!” Schneep jumped a bit, taking a few steps back.

“You okay?” Jackie asked.

“Yes, that just…startled me, that is all.” Schneep let out a breath. “Anyway. You two keep going, talking about…whatever you were talking about.” He headed over to the kitchen area, getting ready to start the coffeemaker.

Jackie hesitated. “Well…we were just talking about the kids,” he said carefully. “Nothing…serious, just…talking about them.”

“Oh.” Schneep blinked. “Yes, that…makes sense. I suppose that is what most parents do.”

“If you had kids, would you want to talk about them?” Jackie asked.

“I…probably, yes.” Schneep hadn’t really thought of it before. He liked kids, yes, but he wasn’t really looking for them yet. He didn’t even have a partner. Well, he’d leave them to it. He turned on the coffeemaker, letting the sound fill the room. And he leaned a bit closer. The noise was drowning out the wordless conversation going on in the background of his head. That was…worrying, that he was hearing that. He’d have to tell Dr. Akela about that.

“Volt!”

He gasped and straightened. “Ah—yes, yes? I am here?”

“God, you must be pretty tired,” Anti said. “We’ve been trying to talk to you for like five minutes. Your coffee’s done.”

Schneep looked over at the coffeemaker and realized it was no longer making noise. When had that happened? “Ah. Thank you.”

Anti narrowed his eyes. “You know I can leave or something if you want to go back to sleep.”

“No, it is fine, I insist.” Schneep grabbed a mug from the nearest cupboard, and was about to pour the coffee in when a sudden glowing green orb shoved itself into his face. “Aack! Sam!” He carefully batted them away. “What is wrong with you?” They stayed around his head, shoving against his cheek like a pet begging for attention. “Anti, control your…strange…eyeball…pet.”

“Hey, they’re not mine!” Anti protested. “And they’re a lot smarter than a pet! I think. I dunno, I never really had a proper pet.”

“Really? Not even as a kid?” Jackie asked.

“Not a REAL one,” Anti emphasized. “I tried to kidnap a couple of birds as pets, some squirrels, a badger once—that was a bad idea.”

“Jesus, didn’t your mom ever say no?” Jackie said, shocked.

“Nah, she didn’t really care,” Anti leaned back against the chair. “I’d go out into the woods around town and just bring back animals and as long as they didn’t destroy anything, she didn’t care. Didn’t really care about much at all, really.” Suddenly, he stiffened, clamping his mouth shut. He reached into his jacket pocket, where he seemed to be grabbing something. A pocket knife, most likely, knowing him.

“My parents would have murdered me if I brought ANY animal home,” Schneep muttered. “Always on about keeping the carpets clean. And looking presentable.” There was a distinct note of bitterness in his voice as he continued. “All the image, all the time. Always their word the end of everything, because clearly they knew what was best. Do not even bother to ask.” He finished pouring the coffee, taking a sip of the hot, hot liquid. Honestly, he was glad they had no idea where he was. Not like they were actually upset when he first left. It was more about the idea of having their son get away than it was about his well being.

Jackie looked between the two of them, eyes sympathetic but saying nothing. “Well…Rama was thinking about getting a dog or something,” he said after a moment. “After Michelle…gets back, we were thinking we’d go adopt one.”

“Big dog?” Anti asked.

“Dunno.”

“You’d probably want an energetic one, to keep up with her. Google good family dogs, or something.”

“Jackie if you get a big dog I am never coming over to your house again,” Schneep warned. “You are on thin ice for getting a dog of any kind.”

“Aw, Volt, I’m sure if you spend time around some dogs, they won’t be as scary,” Jackie said.

“Yeah sure, fine. I will spend time with your new dog. Watching it. From the other side of the room.” Still, Schneep couldn’t help but chuckle. “Get one that is good with cats, too, then Marvin’s cat can be friends with it.”

The conversation continued for a few more minutes before Anti decided he wanted to leave. Sam followed, of course, seemingly attached to him. And by then, Schneep had almost forgotten about the noise in his head. Almost. He appreciated the distraction, at least.
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“Jackie, please stop hovering!” Schneep snapped, whirling his desk chair around so he could face the shadow peering over his shoulder. “You are like a helicopter!”

“Uh…what?” Jackie’s voice didn’t come from the figure’s location. Instead, the bathroom door opened, and Jackie poked his head out. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”

Schneep visibly paled. “Um…never mind, it is nothing.”

“You said my name, though?” Jackie turned the statement into a question in his confusion.

“No, never mind, go back to…what you were doing. What were you doing?”

Jackie blinked. “I was…going to try to take a shower. I told you that. About two minutes ago. Didn’t you hear me?”

“Oh, uh…no. Sorry.” Schneep looked down, embarrassed.

“Right. Well, uh…I’m gonna try to take a shower. You might want to check on me in, like, ten minutes. Just in case.” He swung the door closed again.

Schneep breathed out, shakily. It was DEFINITELY getting worse. Though he now knew Jackie was in the bathroom, and could hear the faint trickling of water (Jackie rarely ever turned the water up to a high pressure), he could also swear there was another version of him, standing behind his shoulder. He could see the familiar figure, though if he tried to look at it directly, it would always stay in the corner of his vision.

It was fine. Just a couple more days. He swiveled back around, facing his computer, where he was…well, he didn’t really know. Just mindlessly refreshing a few different websites. He didn’t want to do anything in particular.

The figure in the corner of his vision seemed to move closer. But he ignored it. Even though his instincts told him there was someone standing right behind him, face close to him, he knew it wasn’t real, and therefore, wasn’t to be acknowledged.

“/Stop ignoring me./”

Schneep bit back a shriek as he shot to his feet, whirling around. Familiar laughter echoed through the room, going from one corner to the next. He slowly edged along the wall. The figure still stood by his desk chair, but he didn’t look at it. But maybe he should. Because what if it was really…?

Something appeared, sitting on his kitchen table. He jumped, whirling on it, only for it to immediately disappear. “/This is so EASY,/” the familiar voice said, sounding delighted. “/I’m barely putting any effort into my illusions! /Can you just stop taking those pills altogether? /It would make things much less difficult for me./”

“Shut up,” Schneep hissed. “Shut up shut up shut up shut up—”

And again, laughter. It multiplied upon itself, layers and layers of laughing, and he knew it was laughing at him. He couldn’t help but shrink back against the wall. The figure from before walked up towards him, staying just in his peripheral. And there was another one coming from the other side. He grabbed a pen from his desk and threw it towards the second one, to make sure it was really there. It looked like it passed right through, but was that…really happening?

“/Can’t trust your eyes, can you?/” Shadows crawled down the walls. “/Am I even here right now?/ Well, you just don’t know./”

There were more figures. They were starting to fill the room. His head twisted on a pivot to try and keep an eye on them—or look away from them—or try to see which ones are there—or something! They looked like his friends. But their eyes were black, bleeding, just like Distorter’s. He had to be here, right? That had to be why he was seeing things in such great numbers.

He sank to the ground, starting to hyperventilate. The shadows on the wall were warping, distorting. He tried to move, staying close to the wall. But he had no idea where he was in the room. Was he even moving at all?

The shadows kept moving, twisting, forming faces and shapes before fading away. He tried not to look at them. Where was the room’s door? Maybe if he left the apartment, this would end—

Something touched him.

He reacted instinctively, lunging forward blindly. Hitting something solid, he tackled it to the ground. Grabbing in a panic, rolling across the ground, he wondered if he should strike, because this was something, something, it had to be Distorter, he was here mocking him—more laughter!—and that had to be stopped, he’d shake it out of him, he had to stop this!

“…Hen…Henrik, it’s me.”

Schneep blinked, and suddenly things seemed clearer without the sudden, intense feelings. It wasn’t Distorter, it was just…Jackie. He’d pinned Jackie to the ground, one hand balled in his hoodie, the other wrapped around one of his wrists. And Jackie stared at him, wide-eyed but otherwise strangely calm. Missing his glasses, and with wet hair from the shower. The shadows on the walls aren’t there anymore, neither are most of the figures. There was nothing really there.

Gasping, he pulled back, standing up. “Jackie! I-I am so sorry, did I hurt you? Oh mein god, I did, I am sorry, sorry, I—”

“I’m fine, Volt,” Jackie said softly, sitting up. “Are…are you?”

“Am I?”

“You were…on the floor, crawling around.” Jackie explained. “I think you were saying something? I don’t know, it might’ve been in German. I just wanted to check on you, but you didn’t say anything when I talked to you, so I thought I could…I dunno. Just that contact would help. But you, uh…freaked out.”

Schneep felt his heart sink with every new word. He took a few steps away from Jackie, shaking his head slightly.

“You…so anyway, are you okay?” Jackie repeated. He reached out, then stopped and pulled back.

“I…am fine,” Schneep said slowly. Unconvincingly.

“Are you sure?”

“I do not want to talk about it.” His tone was firm.

“A-ah—right.” Jackie backed up. “Well, I’m…gonna sit down for a bit.” And he wandered over to the sofa, sat down, closing his eyes. He didn’t move.

Schneep hurried over to the bedroom area. He didn’t want to say he was hiding behind the wall, but there was no other way to describe it. What he’d just done—it was an accident! It was. But that didn’t matter. Jackie was wary of him, he could tell. Unnerved. Freaked out. Scared. Of him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he buried his face in his hands. One of his best friends was scared of him.

It was only a matter of time. Soon they’d all think he was dangerous, that he would lash out at any minute. It was an accident! But that excuse never helped. They’d find out what was really going on with him, and then they would say, that explains everything! The last thing he ever, ever wanted was to hurt people, much less his friends. And he couldn’t bear the thought that they’d think he would. But it would happen. They would think the worst of him.

He stayed in the bedroom area for the rest of the day. Jackie never came to check on him.
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Thursday morning, he woke up early. He didn’t mean to. It was just that he usually worked this day, so of course his alarm was set and he’d forgotten to turn it off. Even though he’d called in to work and gotten someone else to cover his shift because he just couldn’t handle working with people right now. Groaning, he slapped the button on his phone to stop the annoyingly cheerful jingle. But now he was up. And unlike most people, he was never able to get back to sleep after being awoken by something.

He stared up at the ceiling. The patterns in the plaster shifted into eyes. Watching him.

Shivering, he got out of bed and started to get dressed as quietly as possible. He didn’t want to wake up Jackie, sleeping on the sofa. God…recently he’d been wishing he’d gotten a different style of apartment, one with more…rooms. There wasn’t a lot of privacy in the studio design. Which hadn’t been a problem until Jackie came to stay.

Jackie, luckily, wasn’t awake. They hadn’t…interacted much since that incident.

Schneep stared at him for a while. Then, before he even knew what he was doing, he was leaving the apartment. Heading down to the bus stop. Not getting onto the line he’d take to work, but instead a different one, that would take him to the east side of the city.

It was still some walk to get to where he was going. He still wasn’t exactly sure why he was going there, he just knew that he needed…something.

Soon, he was knocking on a door, bouncing in place while he waited. Slow footsteps on the other side, and then it opened. “Oh hello—no, Mister, stay away from the door! Go back!—hello, Henrik. Anyt’ing I can do for you?” Marvin smiled.

“Hello, Marvin.” Schneep tried to smile. It didn’t work. “Um…may I come inside?”

“O’course.” Marvin stood to the side as Schneep brushed past him, quickly shutting the door behind him as Mr. Fluffington walked up close. “No. No cats outside, Mister.” He waved his cane in the cat’s general direction, and Fluffington responded by trotting away and weaving around Schneep’s legs. “Anyway, y’need somet’ing?”

“I just…” Schneep took a deep breath. “Am having trouble. Lately. With certain…things.”

He didn’t have to explain anything else. Marvin looked confused for a moment, but then nodded. “Well, y’can stay here for a while, I s’pose. Jems is in the parlor if you want t’talk to him.”

Schneep nodded, and ducked inside the other room. JJ was sitting on the sofa, leaning on an arm and scrolling through his phone. Upon hearing the footsteps, he looked up, surprised. Then he picked up a nearby pen and notebook and wrote down. 'Oh hello Volt. It’s nice to see you! Do you need anything?'

“I…need to just…” Another deep breath. “My medication. It…ran out. Unexpectedly. Last week.” He paused. “Can I just…stay with the two of you?”

JJ’s eyes widened, and he glanced over at Marvin standing in the doorway. Y'es, of course,' he wrote. 'Is there anything else?'

“No, it is fine.” Schneep sat down on the sofa next to Jameson, leaning back and closing his eyes. “Just some time, please.”

The two of them seemed to understand. And so some time passed in silence. It was…comfortable. Staying in the living room while JJ looked through his phone and Marvin read in his usual armchair. After a while Mr. Flufflington jumped onto Schneep’s lap and promptly fell asleep, preventing him from leaving even if he wanted to.

But soon, Schneep felt his phone start to buzz in his pocket. He didn’t look at it, not wanting to ruin the moment. Yet it kept buzzing.

Ding! A text tone went off. Schneep jumped and looked around, unsure if he really heard that or if it was just part of the noise. But then he saw Jameson typing something out and shrugged it off. Until Jameson gave him an odd look. And then a couple more as he continued the text conversation. After a while, he put the phone down and picked up the notebook, writing, 'Jackie was wondering where you were. Apparently you aren’t responding to his messages.'

“Oh.” Schneep squirmed, though that soon got an upset look from Fluffington, so he stopped. “Well…my phone is in my pocket. And there is a cat here.”

'Well I told him you were here, and he’s coming over.'

“What?!” The sudden startled motion definitely dislodged Fluffington, who jumped off and walked away. “Oh no, sorry kitty!” Schneep looked at JJ. “Why did you say that?!”

'He was worried,' Jameson explained. 'He thought you-know-who was behind it. So now he’s coming by, and Anti said he might come too because apparently Jackie sent him a few freaked-out messages before he texted me.'

Schneep looked down. Jackie was going to be so upset, knowing he made him worry over nothing. Well, no way to avoid it.

It seemed like only a few minutes later when the doorbell rang. Marvin got up to get it again. Schneep tried to sink further into the sofa cushions, and JJ put a hand on his leg as a show of support. Soon Jackie came bursting into the room. “Henrik! What happened?! Why’d you leave?! I mean I don’t mind if you have somewhere to go but usually you tell me. Is something wrong?”

Anti and Marvin appeared behind him. “Y’know I think something IS wrong,” Anti muttered. “Volt, you look like a kid heading to detention after school. What happened?”

Schneep was talking before he was even fully aware of it. “Jackie, I am so sorry, I made you worry for nothing, I do not even know why I came here, probably because these two already know, which would make it easier, and also they have a cat and that makes a lot better, but now I made you worry about nothing and I know I am a bad friend but I promise I would not hurt you ever, I really do, anyway I was on autopilot walking here, feeling sort of out of all sorts of energy and I don’t know, I thought it would help maybe—”

“Jesus fuck, man,” Anti said. “Slow down and breathe, maybe.”

“What are you talking about?” Jackie asked. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me. Is…is this still about the thing that happened yesterday?”

“It is not me!” Schneep stood up. “I promise you, this is not an indication of who I really am, you know who I am, I have not been hiding anything from you—well, yes, I have, but nothing that is any big indication of who I am, it is just that I ran out, and that changes things—”

“Ran out of what?” Jackie asked, baffled.

“My medication!” Schneep blurted out. “I take—it is called Zyprexa, or something like that, I cannot quite remember right now. I will have to ask Malcolm when I see him tomorrow, or I could just check the labelling—”

“Henrik, please, slow down,” Jackie said, laughing a bit. “I can’t keep up. You take something? I didn’t know that. But there’s nothing wrong with that, you know I do, too. And JJ does, right?” He glanced over at JJ, who nodded. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“It is different,” Schneep insisted. “Yours are to regulate your focus and such, this is…it is different.”

Jackie frowned. “It can’t be that different?”

“Uhh…” Anti coughed awkwardly. “I mean, not in principle, but I get the feeling this is…I don’t want to say ‘different’ again cause the two of you have said that enough.” He paused. “Zyprexa is an antipsychotic, and so it, you know, has different effects than your guys’ Dexedrine and Adderall and—”

“Anti, how do you know what I take?” Jackie asked.

“That’s beside the point,” Anti hurriedly said. “The point is that…Schneep is trying to say something.”

Schneep felt his breath shake, coming out shorter. “I—I—I—” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I cannot. Marvin, Jamie, I told you, you tell them.”

“Are you sure?” Marvin asked. He waited for Schneep to nod. “Well…if you know for sure.” And he turned to Jackie and Anti. “Henrik talked to me one day, I t’ink it was last winter. He said he…has a condition. And t’at he sometimes sees t’ings. Not real t’ings, just…in his head. I s’pose there are other symptoms, too.”

Jackie’s eyes slowly widened. His mouth formed a small O shape. Anti didn’t say anything.

Schneep opened his eyes. “I…could not say anything to you two,” he said slowly. “It is different with these ones, I thought…thought Marvin would understand, which he has. And Jamie just stumbled upon it, really. But I was not so bothered, I think, because I have not known them for so long.” Tears started to build. “You two—I-I care for you very much and—and now that you think the worst of me—”

“Wait, what the fuck?!” Anti burst in. “No! I don’t think the worst of you, what the hell?”

“I know how it is,” Schneep mumbled. “People always think, ‘you have this thing, you are dangerous.’ I am a little odd, perhaps, but I would never, ever—”

“Volt, for fuck’s sake.” Anti sounded exasperated, but not in a bad way. “First off, the stigma around psychosis is stupid. Always has been. I blame poorly-researched movies and shit. Second of all, that doesn’t change who you are. You are our friend.”

“But yesterday, I—Jackie, I—”

“That’s why you freaked out,” Jackie whispered. “You were—were seeing things that weren’t there.”

“I did not mean to hurt you,” Schneep said desperately. “And I am so, so sorry, I-I thought—” The tears were actively flowing now. “It was that Distorter, he took it to mess with me—a-and he might have been there, making it worse with his—his fucking illusions—I do not know, I can never tell if he is really there or if I am just—I am sorry—”

Jackie stepped forward and wrapped him in a tight hug.

All words left him. Schneep’s mind went blank. This was not…not what he was expecting at all.

“No, I’M sorry,” Jackie said. “I’m sorry you have to go through this. That you thought I would be anything but one hundred percent supportive. I am so sorry you felt like you had to hide this. You’re one of my best friends, Henrik. I’ll always be here for you.”

His breath hitched in his throat. “But…yes-yesterday, I must have scared you—”

“I won’t lie, I was a bit shocked,” Jackie said, laughing a bit. “But it was a mistake, Hen. I know this. And I forgive you for it. The circumstances weren’t exactly under your control.”

And with that, Schneep absolutely melted into the hug, now sobbing. For so long, he’d kept this to himself. Afraid of what would happen. How they would react. But now, seeing the two of them showing nothing but love and support…he couldn’t handle it.

The others crowded in closer. Jameson and Marvin joined in the hug. Anti opted for just putting a hand on Schneep’s shoulder, but it was essentially his equivalent of a hug. Schneep wasn’t sure how long they stayed there. A few minutes at least. Of course, it couldn’t last forever. Eventually they all pulled away, Marvin handed Schneep a handkerchief, and they moved on.

“Do you feel comfortable sharing details?” Anti asked tentatively. “Or is that too much too soon?”

“Well…” Schneep hesitated. “It feels like…disorienting, much of the time. Thoughts racing, but at the same time, I am very tired. It used to be I could not get out of bed for a few days at a time, then became very active. And of course, there are things and ideas that are not there. Very…unpleasant.”

“Should we, like, do anything for you?” Jackie asked. “Like, do you want us to help?”

“I…have heard a thing about taking a picture of something,” Schneep said slowly. “And sending it to others to see if it is really there.”

Anti suddenly slapped his own forehead. “That’s what you told me to do with Sam! Then you said it was a mean joke when I sent the picture of them! That’s how you knew to do it!”

“Yes,” Schneep said. “Anyway, I may do that sometimes. Usually I am better at telling the difference, but Distorter…his powers are just more hallucinations.”

“Oh my god.” Jackie covered his mouth. “I hadn’t even considered…that must be scary, Hen, I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you, Jackie.” Schneep smiled softly. “Ah…actually, there is another thing. Tomorrow the refill is supposed to come in. I have to go over to my therapist’s office to get it. Could one of you…drive me?”

“I could,” Jackie offered.

'And I could if that doesn’t work out,' JJ added. 'By the way, do you still want to stay here for a while longer?'

“I…if we all could,” Schneep said.

Everyone smiled, and assured him they’d stay. Jackie leaned close and said gently, “Hey. It’s going to be okay.”

And Schneep believed him.



Part Fifteen of the Switch AU
A JSE Fanfic
[This is part of an ongoing fic series I started in April 2019. Marvin is under some stress lately. Not only are the kids still missing, and he feels as though he's not doing enough to help them, but he's been having strange dreams of memories lately.]
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Nothing could be better on a rainy day than lying in bed with a book and a cup of tea. Marvin adjusted the pillows behind him as he propped up the book. But before he could take in a sentence, he heard a faint mrrp? Glancing at the door to his room, he saw Mr. Fluffington squeeze his way through the gap in the doorway. “Hey, Mister,” he said, smiling. “You here to keep me company? I woul’ appreciate it.”

Fluffington wandered over to the bed. Marvin lowered his hand, dangling it over the side. After sniffing it for a bit, Fluffington butted his head against it and hopped up onto the mattress. Correction: nothing could be better on a rainy day than lying in bed with a book, a cup of tea, and a cat. “Normally I’d warn ye against sittin’ on me and trappin’ me on my bed,” Marvin said, idly stroking Fluffington’s back. “But I’m not goin’ anywhere today, so feel free.”

Though Marvin did have to be honest with himself: he couldn’t shake the lingering feeling that he should be doing something. After all, the kids were still missing. Schneep was out almost every night looking for them, JJ was studying any spells that could help—at this very moment, in fact—and Jackie and Anti were…well, they were doing their best. The stress of having their respective kids missing for two weeks now was wearing on them both. Everyone was involved except for Marvin, and he couldn’t help but feel that he should be helping right now.

“Ridiculous feeling,” Marvin muttered to himself. “‘M doin’ all I can.” Fluffington made another mrrp sound, stretching out across Marvin’s legs. “Ah, you’re lucky, Mister. You don’ have t’do anyt’ing at all. We even take care of food for you. Maybe I shoul’ve been born a cat, t’at sounds amazing.”

He leaned back against the pillows, looking up at the ceiling. So tired today. Some days he woke up and could feel the fatigue dragging down at him like an anchor pulling him into the ocean. Inevitably, the guilt would come with it, telling him that he shouldn’t just be lying in bed. He should be productive! Nevermind if he physically couldn’t walk that far! Marvin did his best to ignore that part of him, but sometimes he couldn’t help it.

And as he tried and failed to focus on the story in the book before him, he found that this was one of those times. That niggling feeling was growing quickly in intensity. Sighing, he picked up the bookmark from the nightstand, slid it between the pages, and slowly sat up straight, trying not to disturb Fluffington. He managed to gently nudge the cat away, pulling off the miracle of moving without making him run away. With not a small amount of effort, he walked down the hall, and with some more effort and a few breaks, he climbed the stairs to the second story.

Ever since Marvin had turned the office on the first floor into his bedroom, JJ had started using the second upstairs bedroom to practice spells. He’d moved all his spellbooks and any other materials there, and recently he’d been considering somehow padding or reinforcing the walls in case any spells backfired in an explosive way.

Marvin stopped outside the room’s door, breathing heavily and leaning against the wall. His legs were trembling, but he only took a moment before standing up straight and knocking on the door. Only a few seconds later, JJ opened it, looking surprised.

“Hey Jems,” Marvin said, smiling. “I came to check on you.”

JJ nodded slowly, still looking surprised, and walked further back into the room. Marvin poked his head through the doorway, scanning the shelves full of books, the desk with yet more books, and the simple wooden table in the center of the room, free of books. “I see your collection is growin’ fast,” he whistled, impressed.

“Oh, are you Marvin?” There was a woman in the room, red-haired and wearing a pale yellow hoodie. She waved, friendly. “Hello. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Aoife.”

“Ah, you’re t’at other magician,” Marvin recalled. “The one who came to rescue Jems when he left the city an’ ran into—I shoul’ say thank you for t’at. Thank you. It’s a pleasure t’meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine,” Aoife said. “JJ’s told me a lot about you. Though I seem to have underestimated your Irish accent.”

Marvin laughed. “Well, I can pick up a trace o’the same in you. Especially your name, t’at’s a strong Irish name if I’ve ever heard one.”

JJ tapped the table, drawing Marvin’s attention back to him. He held up a notepad, which had apparently been left nearby, on which he’d written, 'I thought you were going to rest today.'

“It’s fine,” Marvin dismissed. “I jus’ wanted t’pop right in, see what you two were doin’, magic-wise.”

“Well, Jameson was just telling me about his attempts at animal transformation,” Aoife explained. “I’m impressed, in all honesty. It’s a very difficult spell.”

'I still haven’t done it,' JJ wrote, pouting a bit.

“But you’ve gotten close! Marvin, have you seen him?”

“Yes, apparently he’s s’posed to have someone t’ere when tryin’,” Marvin nodded. “T’ere was a lot of smoke. And feathers.” He paused, swaying on his feet for a moment. “Are you doin’ anyt’ing else? Is t’ere…t’ere anyt’ing I can do to help you?”

'Yes, you can go back to bed,' JJ said sternly.

“Aw, c’mon, Jems, don’ be like that.”

'I’m serious. You’ve gotten much paler in the last few minutes.'

“But—” Marvin wanted to protest, but saw JJ immediately writing again and stopped.

'I know you want to help. But you’re always telling me to take care of myself, shouldn’t you do the same for yourself?' JJ smiled. 'Hey, if you want something to do, are you up for practising some more sign? We still need to get the hang of it.'

“I s’pose I could,” Marvin mumbled. He took a step backwards, wobbling for a moment. “Hey, when you two are done with your magic, come tell me about it, alrigh’? It’s int’restin’.”

'Of course!'

Marvin waved goodbye awkwardly and headed back downstairs, thankfully finding it easier than heading up. He only had to stop twice: once on the stairs and once in the hallway. Entering his room again, he sighed and collapsed on the bed. Well. Looks like today was just going to be another one of those days.

A small cat face poked into his field of view and he chuckled. At least Mr. Fluffington was still here. Marvin patted him on the head, then reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a book. Not the one he had before. Instead, this one was titled: “Basics of BSL: Learn to Sign in Ten Chapters.” He opened to the spot he had marked and started to read intently.
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The room was freezing, bone-deep cold leeching the warmth from any exposed skin. He could see parts of the sky through the gaps in the boards across the window. It looked just as gray and cold as it was inside.

His breath rattled in his throat, and he coughed into the tattered pillowcase. Even though the door was ajar, he didn’t think he’d be able to make it off the bed and across the room. He was so…so tired. This was the sort of fatigue that left weakness in every limb, a fatigue that he was, unfortunately, all too familiar with. Sometimes when he felt like this, he couldn’t help but remember the first time: barely eight years old, lying in bed too tired to even move, terrified that it would stay that way for the rest of his life.

But at least back then, he had some family still there to stay with him. Now? He didn’t even know where he was or how he got here, and he’d much rather be alone than with this thing.

Speaking of which…he glanced over at the door again, just in time to see it start to creak open. A hand crept into the room, blackened and dead-looking. He immediately turned his head away, burying it in the pillow. Maybe if he pretended to be asleep, it would go away. Doubtful, but it’s worth trying.

He didn’t hear the footsteps, but he felt the sudden weight settle down on the edge of the bed. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to keep his breathing slow and even, difficult as it was. The silence in the room weighed down on him. And then he felt the weight shift, getting closer to him. “Still sick, then?” said that voice, that eerie voice with absolutely nothing memorable about it. “/Aww./”

The blanket was pulled back. It was thin, but it was a layer of warmth, and without it, he started shivering. “/Hey./” A hand grabbed his shoulder and started shaking. “/I know you’re not asleep. /Look at me. /LOOK AT ME./”

He didn’t want to think about what would happen if he didn’t, so he lifted up his head and glanced over his shoulder. There it was. Black eyes dripping. Face always smiling. “Leave me alone,” he whispered, voice rasping from disuse.

“/But I’m here to help you./” It sounded upset, but of course, he didn’t believe it for a second. “/See?/” In its hand, it held a small purplish bottle with a white cap. It held it up and waved it. “/I got you medicine./”

“N-no…” He pushed himself upward, but wasn’t able to completely get into a sitting position, so he ended up awkwardly scooting back against the bed’s headboard. “No, I-I don’ want…”

“/Don’t want what?/” It crawled closer, and he flinched, unable to get farther away. “/You should accept help from your friends, you know./”

“You’re not my friend,” he mumbled, turning his head away. And besides, he didn’t want anything that it would give him. Past experiences have proved that it wouldn’t be anything good.

“/Now that’s just mean./” He glanced toward it just in time to see it unscrewing the lid of the bottle. “/I just want the best for you./” Quickly, its hand shot out and grabbed him by the chin, turning his face toward it. He tried to push it away, but in this condition it just turned into weak flailing. “/Now help me help you, or I’ll have to do something drastic./”
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Marvin woke up with a start, still shivering from the cold. It took a solid minute for him to look around and ground himself in his surroundings. It was just his room. Everything was fine. Everything was okay. Slowly, half-expecting something to grab him from the shadows, he reached out and turned on the lamp on his nightstand.

The light was comforting. Nothing could hide in the light. But even with that, his eyes kept scanning the area for anything. After a few searches of the room, he sighed, leaning back against the pillows.

Why could he only remember things in dreams? Marvin didn’t know much about memory, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t how it worked. It wasn’t how it worked for Jackie. HE remembered every moment of the nine months he spent with Distorter. Meanwhile, Marvin didn’t even know how long he was with that…creature. But given how many dreams he’d had, it must have been quite a while.

He lay back down, but his eyes felt glued open. It was some time before sleep came again.
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Good Owl Books was a quiet shop. True, it received a steady stream of customers, but there was always a hush in the air, like stepping into a library. Except you could actually keep the books you got here. The shop owners were a pair of elderly women who were understanding of their employees’ needs, and always forgiving of absences. Not to mention the shop’s collection was extensive, mostly fiction but with an impressive set of nonfiction as well. They even had a small area of the shop that was taken up by a coffee stand. And it was for all these reasons that Marvin had taken a job here.

He was working the register today. A simple enough task, so he was happy to take it whenever it was available. It was much easier than moving boxes of books from storage to the shelves. The manager allowed him to read when he wasn’t busy helping anyone, provided he keep an eye on his own book so it didn’t get mixed up with the wares. Also, they had chairs for the workers behind the registers. Now that was a definite improvement since Marvin’s own time.

The sound of soft footsteps on the shop carpet was familiar enough that Marvin instantly bookmarked his place and got ready to help the approaching customer. He slid the book under the counter and looked up. “Hello, how was your shoppi—wait.” Marvin blinked. “Miss Stacy?”

“Oh, so this is where you work.” Stacy looked mildly surprised at this. It was understandable, though. After all, she’d just run into an acquaintance in a place she wasn’t expecting at all. “Well, it, um…” She glanced around, clearly feeling awkward for once in her life. “It suits you.”

“T’ank you.” Marvin cleared his throat. “I haven’ seen you in here before. Just droppin’ by?”

“Yes, I figured if I’m going to be staying in town indefinitely, then I might as well get familiar with the area.” Stacy set a small stack of books on the counter. “And pick up some reading material while I’m here.”

“Great idea.” Marvin picked up the fancy scanner and started looking for the barcodes. “Ye much of a reader, Miss Stacy?”

“Just Stacy is fine,” she said. “And no, not really. My sister was always more into books than me.”

“Sister?” Marvin raised an eyebrow, curious, but then made his face blank as he decided not to push it. He wasn’t sure if the two of them were close enough to talk about that.

But nonetheless, Stacy WANTED to talk about it. “Yes, she lived here,” she explained. “Moved here for college, then decided to settle down with her boyfriend and get married. We visited each other as often as we could, but flights are expensive, unfortunately.”

Marvin nodded, trying to look understanding. He’d scanned about three of the books, and there were about five left.

“So…you like books, right?” Stacy asked.

“Woul’ I be workin’ here if I didn’?”

She chuckled a bit. “Well, I wasn’t sure. I thought maybe it was close enough by that your partner could drive you—”

“My what?” Marvin blinked, taken aback by the phrase.

“Your…partner,” Stacy said slowly. “You know, Jameson.”

It took a moment for ‘partner’ to register as something other than ‘for business,’ and the moment it did, he dropped the scanner in shock. “No! No, Jems and I aren’—not that way.”

“Oh my god I’m so sorry.” Stacy’s eyes widened and she covered her mouth in shock. “I shouldn’t have assumed—”

“Well, a lot of people t’ink t’at, but no, we’re not—not together.” Marvin felt his face grow flushed.

“I shouldn’t have thought—just because you live together—”

“It’s alrigh’, don’ worry.” Marvin picked up the scanner again. “We’re close friends, t’at’s all. I’m not Jems’s type, anyway, and he’s not mine.” He coughed awkwardly, and scanned another book. “What were ye goin’ t’say? About books?”

“I was…just going to ask if you had any suggestions,” Stacy muttered. “Based on these ones here.”

“Ah.” Marvin set down the book and looked over Stacy’s choices. Two biographies, one advice book, four realistic fiction novels, and one…well, that was odd. “Sorry to ask, but…did you mean t’get t’is picture book?”

“Oh. Um…yeah.” Stacy shifted awkwardly. “It’s stupid, it just reminded me of my niece.”

“T’at’s not stupid at all.” Marvin scanned the cover of the book. A simple drawing of three rabbits took up the cover, the art style soft and watery in pastel colors. “I t’ink it’s sweet t’at you’re t’inkin’ of her. She’d like it.”

“Oh…yeah, she did. It was her favorite.”

Marvin glanced up. He wasn’t all that great at judging tone of voice, but even he could hear the deep sadness in Stacy’s last sentence. Immediately, he felt bad for unknowingly bringing up something to cause that, so he cleared his throat again and moved on, scanning the picture book. “Well, I can’ really give you suggestions, t’be honest. I’m more of a fantasy type of reader. Maybe jus’ stick wit’ the section you found these in.”

“Right.” Stacy nodded.

Marvin finished scanning the rest of the books in silence. He hit a couple buttons on the cash register. “T’at’d be 147.25,” he said.

“Yes, yes.” Stacy took a wallet out of her purse and pulled out a debit card. As Marvin scanned it, she shifted awkwardly on her feet. As he handed her the receipt and a pen for her signature, she suddenly said, “Can I tell you something?”

Marvin looked up, surprised. “Ah…I s’pose so?”

“The reason I came to this country…wasn’t originally for a vacation,” she said slowly. “I come here every year, around the same date. Normally I don’t stay this long, but I was…I wanted to make sure everything worked out with you, after I found Jackie.”

“…Oh?” This felt deeply personal, and Marvin wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to hear it, but she seemed like she needed to say this.

“I come here to pay respects,” Stacy said, almost too quiet to even hear. “To…my sister. And her kids.”

“Oh.” Marvin’s stomach slowly sank. “My…my condolences, Miss Stacy.”

“It happened years ago, at this point, but I still remember them.” Stacy kept her eyes down at the counter. “They were my only family.”

“I…I’m so sorry.” Marvin shook his head slowly.

“Thank you.” Stacy took a deep breath, then picked up the pen and signed the receipt. She handed it back to Marvin, who put it into the appropriate slot in the cash register. “I’m sorry for suddenly bringing this up. I just…I’ve been thinking about them lately.”

“You had t’get it off your mind, it’s alrigh’,” Marvin nodded. “I just hope t’at you don’ do t’at wit’ every cashier.”

Stacy laughed suddenly. “No, don’t worry. I suppose that…because I recognized you, it just all came spilling out. I’m still so sorry. I promise I’m not usually like that.”

“It’s really alrigh’. Now, d’you need a bag?”

“Oh. Oh right. Yes, please.” Again, Stacy fell silent, watching as Marvin slid the books into a bag. “Thank you.” She took it from him, then cleared her throat. “Well…perhaps I’ll see you soon.”

“Perhaps. G’bye, Miss Stacy. Feel free to return anytime.”

Marvin turned to the cash register and pretended to mess with it while Stacy left. He didn’t move until he heard the bell at the store’s entrance chime merrily. Then he slumped. “Well.” It was all he could say. “Well.” That was…a very odd encounter. He wasn’t too familiar with Stacy, but he knew enough to know that was sort of out of character. It must have really been weighing on her. He couldn’t help but wonder if she had anyone she could talk to about this.

He shook his head. This wasn’t the time to think about this. He was at work, and in fact he could see another customer heading towards the till. Marvin straightened, put his best customer service smile on, and got back to work.
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The darkness was almost complete. Almost being the key word. There was a sliver of gray light coming from underneath the closet door. He pressed his face to the floor to peer out from under it. Why was everything in this place, even the light, tinted with gray? But gray was better than pure blackness, so he stayed close to the small bit of light.

It felt like the room was getting smaller. He knew it wasn’t, but he still couldn’t shake the feeling. And he could barely move as it was, his legs pressed against the wall. Maybe it was smaller than last time. Maybe that was why he thought it was shrinking.

Everything was cramped. His throat was dry, and his stomach clenched painfully. How long had it been? Must’ve been almost a day. A day since he…he couldn’t remember what he did, but he remembered that it got angry with him. “/If you’re going to be like that, then I’ll just leave you alone!/” It had shouted.

He didn’t want to be left alone anymore. Slowly, he reached up and knocked on the closet door. “Are you th…?” he asked, quieter than he wanted. He cleared his throat and hit the door again. “Are you here? Can you hear me? I…I’m sorry.” His voice broke on the last word. “Please, I’m sorry.”

There was no answer. He pushed himself into a sitting position, pausing for a moment as his head spun, and banged against the door as hard as he could. “Can you hear me?!” he yelled. “Please! I’m sorry, jus’…jus’ let me out!”

Long after his fists started to hurt, the voice came from the other side. “/Did I hear you asking for me?/”

He rested his forehead against the wood of the door. “Please…I-I’m sorry. Jus’ please, please let me out.”

“/Oh? /But didn’t you want to be alone?/” Its voice was mocking him. “/Didn’t you want me to go?/”

“No…” he whispered, slumping downward. “No, I don’ want t’at.”

“/Well, what do you want, then?/”

A sob escaped his throat. He wanted to know where he was and why he was here. He wanted to get out of this twisted house. He wanted his cards back. He wanted his life back. He wanted to see his friends and family again. He wanted to go home.

“/I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite catch that./”

But of course, it didn’t want to hear any of that. It only wanted to hear one thing. “I want…to be with you. Because…we’re friends.”

Silence. And then the door slowly opened. With his weight resting against it, he fell forward. Right into a pair of arms. He shuddered, but didn’t pull away. “/I’m glad you remembered that,/” the voice said cheerfully. “/We really shouldn’t fight like this, you know. B/ut you’re sorry, so it’s okay./”

He nodded, and closed his eyes.
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Marvin woke up, breathing hard. His throat hurt, like he’d been crying out without even knowing about it. Just like every other time he woke up, he turned on the light and scanned the bedroom.

“/Hello again./”

He tried to cry out, but it turned into a wheezy rasp. It was him. Distorter. Standing in the corner of his bedroom and grinning. Immediately, Marvin made to get away, scrambling out of bed and falling onto the floor. He grabbed the nightstand and pulled himself up, then ran for the door.

“/Ah ah ah./” Just as Marvin reached for the doorknob, a blackened hand grabbed his wrist, and then the other, pulling his arms back. “/I need a favor, Marvy./”

“Don’t call me—!”

He wasn’t able to finish the sentence. Distorter yanked him backwards and threw him to the ground, slamming him hard against the floor. While Marvin was still dazed, he wrapped his hand around his neck and pressed down. Marvin choked and instinctively grabbed Distorter’s hand to try and stop him. “/Now that I have your attention,/” Distorter said calmly. “/I want you to deliver a message. /Because he probably won’t listen to me, so I’ll ask you./”

Eyes wide, Marvin shook his head. “I’d never—”

“/It’s just a small favor. /Calm down./” Distorter pressed his other hand against Marvin’s mouth. “/You look so upset./ You should smile more./” He leaned closer, the blood from his eyes dripping onto Marvin’s face. “/Listen to me./ Only listen to me. /No room for anything else./”

Thoughts were becoming difficult. Marvin struggled to move, but he kept…kept forgetting. Forgetting…something. Did it really…did it really matter? What was happening…?

“/Listen to me./”
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There was a door. He knew it, recognized it, but the details couldn’t pierce the thick gray fog in his brain. His hand reached out, and he watched it, as if it wasn’t his at all, but someone else’s. And the hand knocked.

When nobody answered, he knocked again.

And again. Much harder.

That one finally got a response: “Alright, I’m fucking coming, don’t break the door down!”

Footsteps from the inside, and then the door opened. A man was standing there, brown hair and green-and-blue eyes, wearing a black long-sleeved shirt with some sort of band logo on it. The man was familiar, very familiar, and he struggled to remember. But the gears of his mind were clogged up with gray cotton, and he fell back down into the fog. “Marvin?” The man asked, surprised. “What are you—your eyes!”

He took a step forward, staggered, and fell against the man, who stumbled in turn but caught him. “…hhhnntsseeeyuhh.” A garble of sounds fell out of his mouth.

“M-Marv? What…?” The man stepped backwards and awkwardly reached around to close the door. “It’s him, isn’t it? What did he do?”

He blinked, and the motion caused two streams of warm red liquid to slip from his eyes. Those eyes locked onto the man’s face. 'That’s him,' whispered a voice. 'Tell him what I told you.' A voice that didn’t stand out at all, yet he couldn’t stop listening to it. 'Give him the message.' The only thing in the gray fog that gave him a purpose, so he listened. He stared at the man, looking at him so worried, and said, “He wants to see you.”

The man was silent. “He does, huh? Well, he could’ve told me himself instead of…this.”

A light appeared in the corner of his vision. A green light. He glanced in that direction. A small green sphere was floating in the air, flicking a tail. An eyeball. It came closer, and the light was…piercing. Shining through the fog. He stared at it, transfixed.

“You don’t look so good. Here, sit down.” The man pulled him toward a sofa and set him down, crouching down across from him so their eyes were level. “Did this fucker have anything else to say to me?”

'The address.' The return of the voice made him look away from the green light from the eyeball. Strange, it sounded quieter when he was staring at the light. “68 Aspen Street,” he said, monotone. “Three days from now, at noon.”

“68 on Aspen?” The man repeated, confused. Then his eyes widened. “That’s the—Are you sure?”

“68 Aspen Street. Three days from now, at noon.”

“Goddammit, Marvin, snap out of this!” The man grabbed his shoulders and shook him. “He’s treating you like a fucking puppet, it’s sick! You’re so much more than that. Wake up!”

He blinked again. Those words…they were echoing through the fog, but muffled. Still, he felt like he should focus on them. On this man.

“C’mon, c’mon.” The man shook him again. “How’d you get here? Jackson couldn’t have driven you. Did you walk?”

Jackson? Jackson, Jackson…J…JJ? Did he walk here without him? He’d be upset about that…about him pushing himself.

That eyeball appeared in front of him again, shining even brighter. He heard the man—he knew him he knew him—gasp, but he was too focused on the light. It hurt his eyes, hurt his head—no, it hurt the fog inside his head. It was…burning it away.

Wait, where was he? He’d been here before. It was a friend’s home, wasn’t it? A friend…who was staring at him.

Something suddenly snapped. Marvin gasped. “Anti!”

“Oh thank god,” Anti sighed, relieved. The small eyeball—Sam, it was Sam—flew forward and bopped against Marvin’s forehead. “What happened?”

“I…don’t quite remember.” Marvin shook his head. “‘T’s all…foggy.”

“Well. That’s okay.” Anti leaned back. “Do you want me to call someone?”

“I…Jems. Can you call him?” Marvin’s voice sounded very small. “I want to go home.”

“Right. I’ll text him.” Anti took his phone out of his pocket and started typing.

“Right.” Marvin felt himself slowly listing to the side, and he let it happen, lying on the sofa. Sam flew down and settled on his head, their glow slowly pulsing. He didn’t really notice.

“So…you’re alright?” Anti asked.

Marvin didn’t answer for a while. Anti waited, but eventually got up and started to walk away. It was then that Marvin spoke up. “Why…do I never do enough?”

Anti turned back to him. “You do what you can. I mean, who would be Jackson’s best friend if you weren’t here? Who’d I go to the pub with? Who’d look after Mr. Flufflington?” He paused. “If you ask me, all that sounds like enough.”

Marvin stared at him. He nodded. “Alrigh’.”

“Alright.” Anti turned away again. “I’ll leave you to it.”

“T’anks.” Marvin let his eyes fall shut.

Maybe he should just rest. He was so tired. He should let himself rest.



Part Twenty of the Inverted AU
A JSE Fanfic
[This is part of a fic series I wrote from December 2018 to August 2021. Jack finds himself staying in a strange house, full of people who are also strange, but seem friendly and willing to help. Still, he's not sure he belongs there.]
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Waking up was a slow process. Jack first became aware of the soft, heavy blanket and the pillows his head was sinking into. Then the quiet silence, accompanied by the creaking you’d find in an old house. And the minute he registered that, Jack realized he didn’t know where he was.

His eyes shot open and he bolted upright. The movement was accompanied by a piercing pain in his abdomen and a sudden rush of wooziness. He doubled over briefly, but then immediately started flailing as he tried to get out of the bed.

“Wḩoa͝, calm down, Jack.” A familiar hand reached out, making like it’s about to push him back down but instead stopping just before hitting his chest. “It’s okay. You’re fine.”

Jack stops, feeling his heart pounding. “Anti.” He looks over to see the glitch sitting in a chair next to the bed, his eye wide. Then he looks around the room. “Wh’re…where’re we?” It looked like a bedroom, but quite fancy. Sunlight filtered through wide windows with gauzy white curtains. Jack saw a clock—not an analog clock, but still rather old-fashioned—on the nightstand nearby reading 6:18pm. His hoodie was folded on top of the stand, with Sam resting on top of that, a pink bandaid wrapped around their nerve-tail.

“You know that address your friend Mark gave you? For the place called the House?” Anti shrugged. “Well. Here we are. It was the closest place that could offer help after you got stabbed.”

“…oh.” Jack fell back into the pillows as he remembered the incident at the bus station. “…how long’ve I been ‘sleep?”

“Four hours and six minutes,” Anti said immediately. “Blood loss combined with panic attack leads to bad things.”

Jack hummed and blinked slowly. Blood loss would explain the swimming feeling in his head. And why he was kinda chilly. “So…how—who fixed the—”

At that moment, a man opened the room to the door and poked his head through the gap. His eyes landed on Jack and he smiled, coming all the way into the room. “Oh, glad to see you’re awake. You’re Jack, right? Welcome to the House.”

Jack stared at the man for a moment. There was no way… “Mark?”

“My name is Edward, actually,” the man said. “But I know Mark, and I can see why you’d be confused. It’s nice to meet you.”

Upon looking closer, there were notable differences between him and Mark. Edward’s hair was shorter, and he was a bit thinner as well. His eyes seemed to be a darker shade of brown. “Yeah…nice t’meet you too,” Jack said. He tried to sit up further in the bed, only to lie back down as another head rush overcame him. He pressed a hand to his forehead. “You…you fixed the stab thing?”

“Yeah, I’m a doc—” Edward cut off when he saw the death glare Anti was giving him. “I mean, it’s what I do.” He rolled his eyes. “These guys get into all sorts of shit, I’m used to it.”

“Well…thanks.” Jack said.

“No problem. But I advise against making any sudden movements or standing up quickly. You still lost a lot of blood. I wanted to give you an IV with supplements but your, uh, friend advised against it. Also I had to stitch it shut, so try not to exert yourself too much or you might tear through the stitches, and that would REALLY hurt.”

Jack nodded. “Got it.” He was starting to relax a bit when he realized three things. One, Sam was out in plain view. Two, Anti was out in plain view, and he was also glitching, just slightly, enough to be noticeable. Three. Edward could one hundred percent see these things. He bolted upright. “I have an explanation for—aaah…” He started tilting sideways as the dizziness decided to assault him again. Anti pushed him back into position.

“I JUST said—” Edward sighed and shook his head. “If you’re worried about your eye friend and the…effects this guy has, don’t be. I’ve seen stuff just as weird.”

Jack’s brows furrowed. “Really.” It came out more as a disbelieving statement than a question.

“Really,” Edward confirmed. “If you’re going to stay here—which obviously, you don’t have to, but I really fucking think you should until your stab wound heals—then you’ll see.”

“I’ve already seen,” Anti mumbled. He turned to Jack. “These guys knew we were coming even before I̡͠ knew we were coming. The…person who first talked to me when I arrived had a really w͟e̶i͏rd͠ electric signature, and acted fucking strange. And there’s a mirror in the entrance that’s freaking me out.”

Jack laughed. “You? Freaked out? Normally people are freaked out by you.”

“E͠x͝ąctly̸.” Anti scowled and looked away. “I break the rules. I don’t like it when other things do too.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Edward said. “And G’s really not that bad once you get to know him.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Anti said. He looked back over to Jack. “I’m going to look around this place. Text me if you want anything.”

Jack’s eyes widened slightly. Anti was going to leave, while he was alone in a strange house with a strange man? Jack trampled down the rising anxiety. It was going to be fine, Anti was just a text away. And he really should get used to being on his own, he’s been doing good with that lately. “Alright,” he said. It came out a bit strangled. “While you do that, I…” Jack shook his head slowly. It felt like soup inside was swirling about. Just that simple motion was enough to make him fall back down into the pillow. “…’m gonna pass out again.”

Anti cracked a smile. “You do that. I’ll see you later.”

Jack might’ve mumbled a reply. He wasn’t sure, because inky darkness was already overcoming his vision and soon he was unconscious again.
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Jack ended up staying in the bedroom in the House for the rest of the day, slowly recovering from the blood loss. He didn’t leave the bed, but Edward was very helpful in bringing him anything he needed. At one point Sam stopped resting, only to float over and curl up on the pillow next to his head. Anti showed up once more late at night, mumbling about the weirdness of this place. He stayed until Jack fell asleep for the night.

By the next day, he thought he felt well enough to get up and explore the House. Edward advised against it, but said, “I can’t really stop you. If you have to, be sure to take rests every so often and for the love of god, don’t do anything more than a walk, otherwise you’ll reopen the wound, which would be like being stabbed again and that’s gonna suck. So don’t do that.” Jack was starting to like this guy.

The bedroom was on the second floor. Jack knew this because he saw a pair of stairs leading down, but he never actually went down them. He explored the upper floor first. It was mostly bedrooms, and when he peeked inside the ones with open doors he saw most of them looked well-lived in. He…wasn’t actually sure how many there were. More than expected. They just kept popping up.

He started to understand why this place was so “weird” when he walked out onto a second-story balcony, looked over the view of the grounds and the small forest beyond, then came back inside to a hallway that he had most definitely not been the one he’d left from. He stared, spun around to look behind him, then said, “Sam? What just happened?”

Sam, hiding in his hoodie pocket, replied that they had no idea. This was a strange place, but maybe they needed to be here.

“…okay, guess we’re looking around this area now,” Jack mumbled. “Anti was right. This isn’t a normal place.” Anti, meanwhile, was gone for the day. Jack wasn’t sure where he was, but it wasn’t his business. Maybe he had glitch stuff to attend to.

Jack turned a corner and found a wide archway serving as a kitchen entrance. Two people were inside talking to each other. The taller one was a woman with her red hair in an undercut, wearing a t-shirt and jeans. The shorter one also had red hair, but theirs was clearly dyed, and they wore a short pleated skirt.

“I just want to go for a walk on the grounds!” The shorter one was saying. “I don’t get why I need it!”

“Yan, trust me, you will thank me later,” the taller one said sternly. Jack frowned. Her voice sounded…somehow familiar… “Now.” The woman opened the nearest cupboard and pulled something out. She shoved it toward the shorter one—Yan, apparently. “Take it, and leave for your walk.” She smiled to soften the harsh tone of her voice. “I hope you do have fun.”

Yan seemed to lighten up at that. “Thank you, Voight-san. I’m looking forward to staying here.”

“We are looking forward to having you! There is a glass sliding door you can use right here, see?” The woman pointed toward said glass door.

“Oh thank you again! I’ll be back to help with dinner!” Yan smiled, then pulled open the door and left.

The woman laughed quietly, in that way you do when you’re fond of someone. She then turned around, and caught sight of Jack. Her face paled. Before Jack could say anything, she lunged over to the counter, grabbed the nearest item, a cutting board, and threw it at him.

“Whoa!” Jack ducked behind the archway, watching the cutting board fly past where he’d just been. “Hey! I’m sorry, I don’t know what I did, but I didn’t mean it!” He closed his eyes, covered his head, and braced himself for something else to be thrown.

Instead, there was silence. Jack opened his eyes just in time to catch the woman poking her head around the archway to look at him. She seemed…confused, but also relieved. “Oh, I am sorry, I thought you were someone else,” she explained. “I did not hit you?”

Jack relaxed. “No, it missed.” Her voice was REALLY familiar.

“Good, good.” She walked over to him. “I have not seen you before. Are you staying here, or are you a volunteer?”

“Uh…guess I’m staying here. I don’t know for how long, though.”

“I see. That is fine, many people come and go.” She stuck out her hand. “I am Gretchen Voight, I am a volunteer here. I do cleaning and work with their computer department.”

Jack didn’t shake her hand. The moment she said her name, he realized why her voice—her accent—sounded familiar. “I’m Jack,” he said. “And, uh, I think I know who you were confusing me for.”

Gretchen’s expression soured, and she lowered her hand. “Oh, you do?”

“Yeah, uh…” Jack coughed awkwardly. “I used to live with him. He, uh, mentioned you. A lot. Your ex-husband, right?”

He didn’t think Gretchen’s expression could get any more unpleasant. He was proven wrong when it started to resemble a storm cloud. “We did not officially divorce,” she said, folding her arms. “But I think leaving the country after he was arrested gets the same point across.” She stared him down. “You…knew him? Lived with him?”

“Yeah…” Jack nodded. “I didn’t…actually know about any of the things he did for the longest time. Thought he was just a regular doctor. I…left…the minute I found out.” That was sort of the truth.

“It seems we have similar stories then.” Gretchen smiled slightly, but it faded away. “I am so sorry.”

Jack couldn’t stop the surprise from crossing his face. “Th-thanks, I guess.” Why did that…why were his eyes tearing up?

“Well, we can discuss this at a later time, if you want to,” Gretchen continued. “Do you need any help with anything? I would offer to give you a tour, but that is not so applicable in the House.”

“Yeah, I,uh,” Jack turned around, looking behind him before turning back. “I was just on the upper floor. And I didn’t go down the stairs.”

“The House takes you where you need to be,” Gretchen said cryptically. “I have been volunteering here for a year now, and things get even stranger. You have not met the owners yet, I think?”

“No. Why, what’s up with them?”

“They are very…unusual.” Gretchen said the word like she wasn’t sure of a nicer one.

“I’m used to unusual,” Jack assured her. Of course he was, he literally had a living eyeball in his pocket right now. Sam peeked out, but Gretchen didn’t seem to notice.

“That is fantastic!” Gretchen grinned. “I hope you will enjoy your stay here, Jack. If you need anything, I am always available to talk. I can give you my phone, if you wish.”

“Uh…maybe later. Sorry.”

“Don’t worry, it is fine.” Gretchen’s response honestly surprised Jack. He realized he’d been expecting her to insist. “You do not need anything else?”

“I’m good, thanks.” Jack smiled waveringly. “I’m just going to keep looking around. This place is interesting.”

“Oh! If you plan to go out on the grounds, you need to come back here first.” Gretchen gestured toward the sliding glass door. “There are some animals that live in the surrounding trees, and sometimes they come into the grounds. You need to pick up food to make sure they do not bother you.”

Jack narrowed his eyes warily. “What kind of animals?”

Gretchen chewed her lip. “I forget the word in English. Many Eichhörnchen. Small, brown, with big teeth and bush tails. They like nuts.”

“…squirrels?”

“Yes, that is it!” Gretchen clapped her hands. “I know they sound tiny and harmless, but these ones are very ready to fight. They like peanut butter, so if you see some, give some to them and they will leave you alone.”

Well. Even though everyone had been telling him how weird this place was, he wasn’t expecting…that. Jack had to take a moment to process this, understand it, and accept it before he could talk again. “Okay then. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Make sure you do. I will see you around, Jack?”

“Yeah…for a while, at least.” Jack tried not to shift uncomfortably. He turned to go. “Well. Goodbye, then.”

“Goodbye!” Gretchen waved at him as he left.
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As the week progressed, Jack grew familiar with the House. Or, as familiar as someone could be when the layout seemed to change at will. As his wound healed, he ventured out more and more. Anti stuck around, appearing and disappearing at will just as he always had. He seemed…busy, somehow. But Jack didn’t ask about it.

The House seemed to run on a simple system. There were people who stayed here, and then there were people who worked here. The staff was mostly volunteers, who worked for little or no pay, and a small subsection of full-time workers. They kept the house in order, ran the business parts of the organization, provided food and tended the grounds, and generally helped out the people visiting. The residents would stay here for any number of days, from a single night to indefinitely. Edward, apparently one of the full-time workers, mentioned they had a couple people who stayed in the House permanently. He also explained that the House was owned and headed by a pair of men, who Jack had yet to see. In fact, he wasn’t even sure how many people worked or stayed here. The number seemed to shift as often as the House’s layout.

It was…a nice place. The residents were friendly, or at least civil, and the staff were happy to help with anything. Nobody asked any questions beyond how long he would stay, and they didn’t make any suggestions about how long that should be when he replied that he didn’t know. They always asked him if he needed anything, and always said they were available to talk.

It was so nice, that Jack wasn’t sure why he was uncomfortable here.

He kept telling himself that he really shouldn’t be. If anything, this was an upgrade from the hotel he’d been staying in. And apparently safer too, as everyone kept repeating the place couldn’t be found without the address. Maybe because of more weirdness. But…well, he didn’t know. All he knew was that the idea of everyone being so eager to help…the idea of help itself…didn’t quite sit well with him.

Seven days passed, and Jack was starting to think he should leave. He could do it at any moment. All he had to do was wear the same outfit he wore the day he got here instead of any of the clothes the House had been providing him, grab his phone and Sam, and walk right out. No one would stop him, or ask him where he was going, which…he was honestly still getting used to. Maybe he should.

That morning, while sitting in the bedroom he’d almost started to consider his, Jack texted Anti. "Where are you?"

The reply was immediate. "Som̸e͞wher̢e͟ ͞i͠n̨ ̢t̕h͏i͟s͢ f͝u̢c͝ki͡nģ ͢ma͏ze o̷f a h͏ou͞se. Why,͞ ̨you nee͢d somethi̢ng?"

That’s right, Anti had been hanging around today. He was still endlessly frustrated with the strangeness of the House, and doing his best to learn how it works. Honestly? Jack was half-convinced that the House liked to mess with Anti, and would purposefully mix up the rooms just for him. "I’m thinking about leaving today," Jack texted.

"Is̵ ͏tha͡t͝ ̛what͢ y̵o̶u̸ want?"

Jack hesitated. "I don’t know."

"T̶ry lea͡ving ̧for ͢a͝ l͏i̢t͠tle, s̢e͟e̡ if͞ y̕o̡u̴ w͠an͞t ţo come̸ ̧back.̷ ̛I'l͢l͢ ̡mee͟t u̢p ̸with y̵o̕u in̴ a ͢bit."

That seemed like a good idea. Jack put his phone away, let Sam know he was about to leave so they could fly over and perch on his shoulder, and walked out the bedroom door and into a hallway. Not the hallway the bedroom was attached to. He sighed. Looked like he’d have to wander for the entrance today.

A few moments of trying to find the entrance later, Jack stopped. He could hear…he could hear piano music. Notes drifting through the air, sounding a bit muffled. He’d never heard music before. Was there even a piano here? Apparently there was. But maybe the House hadn’t wanted him to find it yet.

He turned toward the nearest door and creaked it open, peering inside. The room beyond looked a bit like a lounge, or maybe a parlor, he wasn’t sure what the difference was. In the center of this room was a piano. And at the piano, a woman was playing.

Jack stepped fully into the room. The notes filled the air, dancing around and across every surface. The woman playing had short dark hair and dark eyes as well, and she wore a simple black suit. Her delicate fingers drifted across the ivory keys with ease. The song was beautiful, a melancholy melody. Though there was a ring of hope buried in there somewhere.

The woman played for a couple minutes more, and Jack stood in the doorway and listened until it slowed to a stop and the last note faded, leaving just a faint feeling behind. Without looking away from the piano, the woman said, “Did you enjoy it?”

Jack jumped. “Oh, sorry, it’s just—just the door was open, and it was very pretty, but I-I should’ve realized you wanted to be alone, I’ll just—”

“I didn’t say that.” The woman looked toward him. “I asked you if you enjoyed it.”

Jack hesitated. “…yeah. I did.”

She chuckled, standing up. “If I didn’t want anyone to listen to it, I would’ve played in my room. It’s open for anyone who happens to pass by.” She began folding up the sheet music on the stand. Maybe it was the dull lighting in the room, but her skin looked oddly gray… “I think I know you. You’re a friend of Mark’s, correct?”

“Yeah.” Jack nodded.

“He’s a good man,” she mused. Then she turned to face Jack fully for the first time. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Jack tensed at that phrase. He’d been hearing it everywhere, all the time from the House’s staff. “No, I’m fine—I mean, I’m okay.”

She stared at him. Her eyes really were very dark. “Do you mind if I talk with you?”

“I-I mean, I guess not.”

“Perfect.” She leaned over to the side of the piano and grabbed a cane that leaned there. Black, with a silver topper. “Come on, follow me.” She spun around and walked over to the perimeter of the room, where a glass door could be seen set in the wall. She swung it open, and went outside. Jack followed.

The light blinded him at first, and when he blinked it out of his eyes he saw they were out on the back patio of the House. He looked around for the woman, but couldn’t see her. Instead, he saw a man leaning on the wall dividing the patio from the grounds, looking out over the gardens. He had dark hair and dark eyes as well, and he wore a simple black suit. His skin looked oddly gray, and he held a black cane with a silver topper in one hand. The man looked back over his shoulder toward Jack, and said, “Well?”

Jack walked right up next to the man, leaning on the wall as well. “So, uh…” he said awkwardly. “You were that woman, huh? And…now you look like…”

“Like your friend Mark, I’m aware.” The man nodded. “He’s a friend of mine as well. He told me about you, you know. Not too much, just mentioned in passing that he gave you the address for the House.”

“Ah, I get it,” said Jack, only really sort of getting it. He turned to face the gardens. They were quite nice. Empty, as of right now. “So…this might be a little rude, but…you’re not human?”

“I was, a long time ago,” the man said, looking up towards the sky. For a moment, his eyes seemed to catch the light, bits of red and blue skimming along the edge of his dark iris. “But not anymore, due to one night a long, long time ago. This doesn’t seem strange to you?”

“Well, yeah, but I’ve seen a lot of weird things,” Jack shrugged. “My two best friends aren’t human either, and my housemates—” He stopped.

“Do you want to talk about your housemates, Jack?” The man asked gently.

Jack didn’t say anything, just shook his head.

“I see.” He paused. “Then, perhaps you would like to explain why you were planning on leaving.”

Jack jumped, looking over at him. “How did you—”

“The House told me. They’re an old friend of mine. And we’ve been…connected ever since that night I mentioned. If you ever wish to talk to them yourself, you only need to visit the mirror in the foyer.” Another pause. A breeze has started up, gently swaying the trees and flowers of the gardens. “So? Would you like to talk about it?”

Jack watched the movement of the trees for a while. Sam, sitting on his shoulder, edged a bit closer to his neck, offering silent support. “I…I guess. But I can’t. Can’t explain, I mean. Because I…I don’t know why. I hadn’t even really decided…I might’ve, though.”

“Hmm…” The man’s fingers tapped a pattern on the top of the cane. “Do you not like it here? Has anyone been unkind?”

“No! No, that’s not what I mean at all,” Jack hurried to say. “Everyone’s great. The people are nice, the workers—not that they’re not people, but you know, the ones who aren’t staying here, they’re…they’re so helpful.” He fell silent for a moment. “And…and I think that’s what’s wrong.”

“That we wish to help?”

“I guess. Sort of. It’s just…” He took a moment to gather his thoughts. “Everyone wants to help, you’re right. But…I don’t think you can help some things.”

The man said nothing, but made a small gesture as if asking Jack to continue.

“I…I’ve seen some things,” Jack said softly. “I know that sounds like a cliche line from a movie, but I have. And I…I forgot those things. People made me forget those things. They tried to control me, and I thought they were my friends for—for so long, but—” He took a deep breath. “And I’ve been trying to go back to normal. To how I was before. But…I don’t know if I remember how it was before. I’ve been doing as good as I can but…” There were warm tears welling in his eyes. “…but I think maybe a part of me will always be—”

“Broken.”

Jack looked over at the man, blinking away the tears. The man, in turn, looked at him.

“That may not be the exact word you were going to say, but it conveys the idea, doesn’t it?” The man nodded. “It’s a reasonable fear, Jack. After anything that has hurt you as deeply as you are describing, how can you pick up the pieces and continue on as usual? How can you put yourself back together? It may seem impossible.”

Jack wiped at his eyes. “But it’s all going to work out, isn’t it? All going to go back to usual?”

“Oh, no. Not exactly.”

Jack looked back up, startled.

“A vase that’s been shattered will never look the same, even if all the shards are found and glued back together. But it is still a beautiful vase. It is still a functional vase worthy of being cared for. It’s been changed. There are marks left, some invisible to the naked eye. And that doesn’t make it any less of what it is.” The man paused. “Some things can’t be fixed,” he said softly. “And that’s okay.”

For a long moment, Jack couldn’t say anything. He noticed the tears slowly falling down his face, but he paid them no mind. “So…is it going to be alright?”

“Of course it is. You say you don’t know if you can go back to normal. But the normal you had before has now changed. You can make a new normal, one that embraces the changes and pain you’ve gone through. And it will be just as good, as beautiful, as life was before.” The man tilted his head. “Of course…you can’t remake a whole without trying to place the pieces together again.”

“No…no, you can’t.” Jack looked up at the sky. The sky that had been there for so long, that had seen so much change and disaster. The saying was that time healed all wounds. There might be a scar, but who said that was a bad thing? “Thanks,” he said. “I needed that, uh…” His face turned a bit red. “I just realized I never got your name.”

The man chuckled. “You can call me Dark. Most people do.”

“Dark…” Jack tried out the name. It was sort of fitting, with the man’s appearance, but…also not, in other ways. “Thanks, Dark.”

“You’re welcome.” Dark then frowned. “I have the strangest feeling…” He turned around.

Jack did too. “Oh. Hi, Anti. How long have you been standing there?”

Anti was standing in the middle of the patio, arms folded. “Not long,” he said. “I just heard that thing about remaking a whole.” His form shimmered like he was about to glitch, but then he stopped and simply walked up to Jack. “You…still want to leave?”

Jack thought about it. “No, I…I think I’ll stay. You, uh, you wouldn’t mind getting my stuff from the hotel over to here, would you?”

“Sure. I’ll check you out too, probably for the best.” Anti then looked over to Dark. “So, you’re the guy who runs this place?”

“I am one of them, yes,” Dark said.

“Ah. So the other one’s your boyfriend, then?”

“Wil is NOT my boyfriend,” Dark said firmly. “And he never was.”

Anti raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes, I am sure.” He sighed. “Why do I expect you to know the difference between romance and close friendship? When you’ve never felt the former, as far as I know?”

“Wait.” Jack took a step back, looking in between the two of them. “You guys know each other?!”

“Yes,” Anti said bluntly.

“We’ve had a few encounters over the years…” Dark mused. “You’re still as inelegant and irreverent as always.”

“Thank you.” Anti grinned. “You’re still as fancy and oh-so-clever as always.”

Dark smiled, and tipped his head.

Jack looked at Anti. “You are going to explain this to me later.”

“Alright, alright, but I make no promises to go into detail.” Anti glitched back over to the patio entrance. “You coming inside?” he called.

Jack took a slight step backwards, looking over the silhouette of the House. It felt like it was watching him. But with a fond eye. “Yeah, I’m coming.” And he hurried to catch up as Anti went back into the house, Sam still perched on his shoulder happily.



Part Nineteen of the Inverted AU
A JSE Fanfic
[This is part of a fic series I wrote from December 2018 to August 2021. Jackie, determinedly fed-up with Marvin and Jameson's attempts to find Jack, starts enacting his own plan. Meanwhile, Jack tries to go out on a small trip for fun. Unfortunately, it takes a sharp turn.]
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Jackie was already regretting this idea. It seemed like a good plan two days ago when he came up with it. But now, standing in the bedroom doorway and making uncomfortable eye contact with Jameson standing on the other side, he was having second thoughts. But he couldn’t back away now. “Sorry for, uh, interrupting you,” Jackie said, shifting on his feet. “I just…wanted to talk to you.”

{Well, there’s nothing wrong with that,} Jameson said. {Please, come inside.} He moved out of the doorway so Jackie could get past him.

Jackie tried his best to trample his nerves as he stepped inside. The house had four bedrooms, so some of the boys had to double up. Jameson shared with Schneep, and Jackie had previously shared with Jack, leaving Chase and Marvin with their own. Jackie had been inside Jameson and Schneep’s joint room before, but never alone with Jameson. And because of that, he was SUPER on edge right now. His eyes kept unintentionally darting back towards the door, expecting it to close at any minute.

“So…I’ve been thinking about the situation with Jack.” Jackie was very proud of how steady his voice was.

Jameson didn’t say anything, merely raising an eyebrow. Wait, did that mean he was listening in on what Jackie was thinking? What if he was slowly changing his mind on what he had to say? What if he already knew about the plan?

Jackie shook himself internally to get rid of the paranoia. “And I’ve…decided that…maybe it would be a good idea to get him back.”

Jameson folded his arms and leaned against the nearest wall. {Well, that’s a sudden change of mind. Any particular reason?}

“Uh…a couple.” Thank god he’d come up with reasons beforehand. “I’m, uh, kind of tired of fighting you two. I’m honestly half-expecting Marvin to murder me in my sleep one day.”

{Don’t be ridiculous, he wouldn’t kill you in your sleep,} Jameson said casually. {If he ever gets to the point where he wants to get rid of you, he’d want you to know exactly what was happening.}

“…right. Well, thanks for that.” Jackie swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. “Anyway, the other reason is that I’ve been thinking, and I really don’t want to get arrested. And Jack…Jack could tell the police any day. So…yeah…”

Silence for a while. Jackie continued to awkwardly shift on his feet while Jameson took out his phone and checked a text message. He started to type a reply, then said, {That never seemed to bother you before. Did something happen?}

Jackie felt a lurch in his stomach. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he said simply, folding his arms and looking away. Then quickly he added, “Suffice to say that I had a close call last night.” All of this was utter bullshit. But hopefully if he said it with enough confidence, then Jameson wouldn’t get suspicious, and therefore wouldn’t see a need to look inside his mind.

Apparently it worked, because Jameson shrugged and replied, {Very well, that’s your own business. It would be very helpful to have your aid. You’ve said before that you’re able to hack with some skill, do you think you could apply those abilities to our search?}

He tried not to wilt in relief. “I mean, maybe. But I don’t know how much I could do against the bitch. I’m sure I can get information…somehow.”

Jameson smiled at him. {Well, either way, it’s always good to have more hands on deck. If you find anything, please come to me. I’ll not ask you to talk to Marvin.}

“Probably a good idea. Anyway, uh, thanks. That’s all I wanted to say.” Jackie turned around to leave and ran straight into Schneep.

“Ahk!” Schneep took a step back. “Jackie, you startled me. What are you doing inside my room?”

“I was talking to Jameson,” Jackie explained calmly. “Oh hey, by the way, are we still on for the coffee run later today? Or are you going to crash after an all-nighter again?”

Schneep chuckled. “I will be fine, I came home early last night. I wanted to take one of the naps, but you can wake me up when you are ready.”

“Alright. I’ll see you later, then.” Jackie sidled past and down the hall towards his own room, disappearing inside.

It seemed that so far the plan was going well. Assuming Jameson didn’t find out about it, he was sure he could carry it through.

Step one: convince Jameson and Marvin he agreed with their goal of getting Jack back. Step two: somehow convince Schneep that it would be better to let Jack go, thus bringing him over to his side. Step three: “help” the others get Jack, though maybe it would be a good idea to feed some misinformation. He was still considering that part. Step four: once they’ve managed to find Jack, get Schneep’s help to get him the hell away from these two, and maybe leave themselves as well. Actually, definitely leave themselves, and take Chase with him. Also try to find a way to wake him up.

It was a simple plan, or so Jackie thought. But it was made extra complicated with the addition of a telepath. He’d just have to make sure he wasn’t giving Jameson a reason to be suspicious, and hopefully that would be enough.
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A week had passed, and Jack was finally starting to calm down a bit. He didn’t lower his guard, but he stopped expecting the others to pop up at any minute. According to Anti, they’d been running a few online searches, but he blocked every attempt. Jack was half-convinced that they wouldn’t even get close anyway, but Anti was messing with them out of some sort of spiteful vindication. Which, Jack had to admit, was sort of justified.

With the gradual relaxation, Jack had started exploring more or the American city. Though he took Mark’s advice and only explored during the daytime; he wasn’t currently keen on seeing how “weird” the city got. He started with the tourist spots and as the week progressed he grew more familiar with the layout and locations. He wasn’t up to the level of the locals, but he was confident. Confident enough to begin to wonder about what was more on the outskirts of the town.

He decided to bring up the subject one night in the hotel room. He was sitting on the bed, skimming through one of the brochures the front desk kept when he said, “Anti…how do you feel about going out a little ways out of town?”

The television flickered red, green, and blue, and suddenly Anti was sitting across from him, cross-legged. “I don’t know, how do YOU feel?”

“I…want to go see,” Jack answered. “I think it would be fun. And probably helpful, if we ever needed to flee in the night like outlaws. But do you want to…come with me?” Anti had been coming with him on most of his explorations of the city, usually in a solid form, sometimes as bursts of static inside his phone. To make sure he was being safe. But occasionally he let Jack go out on his own—no, “let” wasn’t the right word. That implied that Anti had the final say, when it had always been Jack. Rather, he didn’t come with him on his explorations. And it was nice to be alone sometimes.

Anti shrugged. “Sure. Where were you thinking of going?”

“I…didn’t think that far,” Jack admitted. “I don’t know, maybe we could rent a car and go travel the roads.”

“Jack.” Anti raised an eyebrow. “You can’t drive.”

“Well, yeah, but I was kind of assuming you could.” Jack stared at him. “Can you?”

“Do I look like I know how to fucking drive?”

“I don’t know! You have like, the entire Internet at your fingertips, I bet there’s a ‘how to drive’ video on YouTube. There are ‘how to’ videos on YouTube for everything.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’m automatically going to gain the experience needed to be a good driver. I’d probably crash the car in the parking lot.” Anti fuzzed out for a moment, glitching holographically. “There are a few bus routes that go beyond the city, we can take that.”

“Alright, that sounds like it could work.” Jack twisted where he was sitting and looked over to the room’s desk. “Hey Sam! Do you want to come?”

Sam peeked out from the nest they’d made from one of Jack’s hoodie. Their nerve-tail wagged as they said they really wanted to come, that sounded exciting!

Jack laughed. “Alright. Now let’s talk about these bus routes, find one that works.”
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It was about ten o’clock the next morning when Jack embarked on his next adventure. It may have seen a small thing, taking a bus and following it wherever it would go, but Jack hadn’t been able to wander aimlessly for a long time, so even this small thing was something he enjoyed. He liked planning his own schedule for the route, he liked looking out the window at the new landscape, he liked listening to the prerecorded voice on the bus calling out the stops. As if he knew this, Anti was quiet for pretty much the whole of the trip, only sometimes taking a solid form and preferring to remain electricity in the air. Sam had to stay hidden in his pocket, of course, but they peeked out every so often and swished their nerve-tail.

The landscape outside the bus windows changed from tall, modern skyscrapers to smaller clusters of shorter buildings, and from there as the bus traveled down long roads to what must’ve been the suburbs of the city. Jack didn’t even know Los Angeles had suburbs, but apparently it did. He then made a transfer to an outbound bus from the city, and watched as the buildings faded into long stretches of flat, dry land.

Jack got off the bus around two, and that was because he was starting to get hungry. The bus stop he chose to stop at was alone on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, except for a gas station and a convenience store. Was this really how things worked in this country? Seemed a bit odd to have something like this just by itself. But there was an intersection nearby, so maybe this was somehow a transfer point for buses. Not that there were a lot of those. Or many cars, even. Aside from a few in the attached parking lot, the road was empty.

With a slight buzz, Anti materialized next to him. “When were you thinking of heading back? Or are we just moving on entirely? Could’ve let me checked out first.”

“No, we’re going back. Probably soon.” Jack checked the time on his phone, coordinating it with the bus routes he’d looked up. Or trying to, at least. “God, the wifi here sucks.”

“T͠el͏l ̸me̴ ab̷out it,” Anti muttered.

Jack waited for the bus schedule to load up. “Okay, uh, the bus back should come in a half an hour, if it’s on time. Meanwhile, I’m going to go buy snacks. I know you don’t eat, but do you want me to get you anything else?”

“I’ll pass.” Anti turned to look around the small patch of asphalt. “I’m going to try and find a stronger signal anywhere. Just in case something happens.”

“Well, good luck,” Jack shrugged. “I’ll meet you back here. Or you can meet me in the store.”

“Mm-hmm.” Anti made an OK sign with his fingers before fizzling away.

Jack reached inside his hoodie pocket to check on Sam. At some point, the long, flat landscape must’ve bored them. They were currently resting. Once he was sure they were secure, he took a deep breath, and walked inside the store.

Turns out the store was air-conditioned, like ever other building in America. Jack took a moment to adjust to the sudden temperature change and look around. Fluorescent lights, aisles lined with various packaged foods and other small items for road trips, and coolers in the back. There was one bored-looking employee standing behind a counter and checking his phone, and one customer browsing the rows who glanced over at Jack as he entered, then looked away.

Jack headed over to the nearest aisle, looking over the snacks for sale. He didn’t have too much American cash on him, and didn’t want to risk using a card of any sort, regardless of Anti supposedly protecting his whereabouts from being tracked. How much could he get?

“Hi.”

Jack jumped, and looked over to see the customer from before had entered his aisle. She was smiling at him. “Hi,” he said.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just kinda bored. See, I’m supposed to meet my friends here, but they’re late.” The woman tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and sighed.

“Oh, that sucks. I’m sorry.” Jack grabbed a bag of chips and continued down the aisle, looking to see if there was anything else. The woman followed him. He looked over at her. “You, uh, from around here?”

“Yes, we all are. We make this trip all the time, it’s practically our job now.” She laughed. “Anyway, YOU'RE not from around here, are you? I can tell by your accent. Are you Scottish?”

“Irish, actually. I get that a lot, though, so don’t worry.” She seemed friendly enough. But he was still a bit uneasy. She apparently didn’t recognize him, which was good, but you never know what might end up online.

“Oh cool! What brings you to the US?”

“I’m visiting a friend.” Jack picked up a pack of cookies and kept heading toward the back.

“Nice, we’re friend-meeting buddies. So, you’re going to visit this friend now? Or did they come with you?”

“Uh, no, he didn’t come with me. And I didn’t actually tell him I was…taking this trip.” Jack shrugged. “I mean, he knows I’m here, but I wanted to go on a bus ride, see the local sights, you know?”

“Got a bit carried away, if you’re all the way out here.” The woman laughed again.

“Yeah maybe, but it was nice.” By this point, Jack had picked up a soda to go with the cookies and chips. Not the healthiest treats, but what else were you going to find in a convenience store? “Well, I’m gonna…go buy this now.”

“Cool, cool. I should probably text my friends, see what’s keeping them. You have fun.”

“Thanks.”

As he was paying for the snacks, Jack couldn’t help but glance over at the woman a few times. She was…maybe a little too friendly, but she seemed harmless, fiddling with her phone. Hopefully she wouldn’t post this on Twitter or anything.

Outside, he took a seat on the bench by the bus stop, setting the snacks next to him. Anti still wasn’t back. Or maybe he was and was just staying in a more intangible form. The road was still empty. Jack checked the time. The bus should arrive in about twenty minutes. He sighed, looking down at the pavement.

“Excuse me.”

Jack looked up again to see a group of three approaching him. Two men and a woman. “Hi?”

“Hello!” The man in front smiled. “Sorry, I’m just wondering if you’ve seen my sister around? Long brown hair, brown eyes? She said she’d be wearing a purple top.”

“Oh…oh yeah, I saw her just inside the store.” Jack pointed. “She said she was waiting for friends, guess that’s you.”

“Great.” The man began digging around in his pocket. “Actually, I was wondering if you could do one more thing for me, that is, uh—” He pulled something out, and when he flipped it open Jack could feel his heart stop. “—if you’d just give me your wallet, that would be nice.”

Jack kept his eyes on the switchblade and slowly raised his hands, instinctively shrinking back and flattening against the back of the bench. “I—I don’t have a lot of American money,” he said slowly.

“Well, currency exchanges exist.” Jack didn’t like the way the man was still smiling. Or the way his two companions were edging around to the left and right. “And I’m sure you have credit cards or something you can hand over too.”

“You want my—I can’t give you my bank card!”

“No, I think you can.” The man walked closer. Jack leaned back further as the point of his blade drew near, as it pointed right at his throat. To the left and the right, the other two were pulling out items as well, but Jack was preoccupied with the imminent danger. “Because I have no problem just taking it from you and leaving a body for the cops to find.”

Given the choice between death or the possibility of the others finding him, Jack decided that death was the worse option. “Alright…fine…” he breathed. “I-I need to get it, it’s in my pocket.”

“Alright, stand up.” When Jack balked, the man gestured with the switchblade, the first hint of impatience. Jack slowly stood up from the bench, in the process getting even closer to the man and his knife. He started searching through his pocket one-handed. The blade point was inches from his throat. He was scared to move too much, scared to even breathe, in case that caused the blade to nick.

When he managed to pull out his wallet, the man snatched it away immediately, then backed off. Jack exhaled, but quickly tensed again as he realized there were still two others pointing deadly weapons at him. He glanced at them as the man in front flipped through his wallet. The woman to the left had another knife, a bigger one, and the man to the right had—he had a GUN. Jack’s eyes locked onto the barrel. Somewhere in the distance, he was hearing a deafening bang, feeling the kickback and the terrible mental fog that had suddenly caused everything to shut down—

“What’s in it?!”

It was the voice of the woman from before. Jack didn’t look away from the gun, but he heard her footsteps approaching and saw her walk up to the man with the blade out of the corner of his eye.

“Well, not a lot of dollar bills, but we have a couple of cards. No driver’s license.”

Laughter. “Europeans don’t DRIVE. Why do you think he took the bus?”

“Well, good point. Either way, still not a lot. What do you think? Should we take him?”

Jack’s head whipped around. “What?”

“I mean, might as well.” The woman shrugged. “Didn’t sound like anyone was expecting him back.”

“You—no, you can’t do that!” Jack nearly tripped over the bench in his haste to back away. The woman with the knife and the man with the gun closed in. His heart froze as his eyes flashed between the two of them.

“Well if that’s the case,” the man said idly, “you’re right, might as well.”

“No!” Jack darted toward a small gap in the group, only to be yanked backwards by the back of his hoodie. Still, he tried to pull away. But the man with the gun just wrapped one arm around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides, and pressing the gun barrel to the side of his head. Jack froze immediately. Tears were threatening to spill over, and he could barely get enough air from how quickly he was breathing. He couldn’t—he just got out of a situation like this, he couldn’t go back to one!

“Alright, back to the car!” The man said. “Bring him with us.”

Jack yanked his head away, doing his best to stomp on the man’s feet as he was dragged away. It was a few steps before he landed a hard enough hit to make the man yell and let go. Jack lunged forward, only to end up directly in front of the woman with the knife. He tried to push her out of the way, and the two of them struggled for a moment, until—

He thought he’d been punched at first. But then there was a sudden flare of pain as a spot on his stomach started to feel rather wet. It shocked him enough to stop fighting, just long enough for the man with the gun to grab him again.

“Oh my god, again?” The woman from before sighed. “This is the last time you use a knife, Catherine.”

“Sorry…” the woman with the knife mumbled.

“Whatever, it’s fine, we can fix it in the car,” the other sighed. “Let’s hurry, they might have fixed the security cam—”

She was cut off by a sudden electric screech. Like the sound of lightning striking a metal sheet and sheering it in two. The criminals froze, looking around. And that was all they had time to do.

The first man was thrown to the ground, dropping his switchblade and Jack’s wallet. The air shivered brokenly and the light seemed to turn a bit red. The black-green shadow of a man burst into existence, lunging at the woman with the knife. She shrieked, throwing up her blade to defend herself, but then it wasn’t in her hand, it was in the shadow’s, and there was a thin line of red dripping across her face. Even before she had finished stumbling back the knife was in the air again, barely able to be seen as a silver fan cut through the air and landed in the wrist of the man with the gun. He once again yelled and let go of Jack, who slid to the ground quietly. The first woman had barely processed the scene when the shadow of pixels was in her face, grabbing her by the shirt and pulling her close as it growled. Or, not growled. The sound came out as a series of static-laced electric bursts that could’ve been a growl, or could’ve been low, threatening laughter. The shadow threw her on top of the first man, and followed her over. The shadow’s hand fell apart into distortion, and then it plunged the hand right through the woman and man’s chests. They screamed simultaneously.

The shadow withdrew, crouching by the fallen Jack. It stared at the group, then reached up to its face and seemed to remove something for just a moment. There was a flash of green, and all the criminals watching felt icy terror run through their veins. They scrambled to stand up and sprinted away. A few minutes later, a single white car screeched away from the parking lot, leaving the smell of burning rubber behind.

Anti settled into a solid form, smiling. Maybe he went overboard with that, but he was on high guard, maybe even a little paranoid. Had been ever since they arrived in this city. Well, enough of that. Anti turned his attention to the man lying on the pavement. “Jack? Jack, are you alright?”

Jack didn’t answer. He didn’t even look at Anti. He was shaking slightly, eyes closed, arms pulled close to him. There was a small movement in his pocket, and Sam emerged. They flicked their nerve-tail, showing Anti the small nick in it that was leaking glowing green fluid. They then used it to point at a spot on Jack’s hoodie that hadn’t been that dark before.

“Fu̸c̨k̡!” Anti reached to turn Jack over so he could see the problem better, but Jack curled up tighter, shaking his head. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, tears travelling down his face. Alright, fine, Anti had seen enough of what happened to know what was happening. He should never have left.

“Sam?” The little eye jolted to attention, flying crookedly up to Anti’s eye level. They were having trouble keeping balance with the small injury. “What do we do?”

Sam hesitated, then flicked their tail nerve-three times. The symbol for ‘I don’t know.’

“Alright, alright.” Anti reached over and grabbed one of Jack’s hands. Jack clung to it, but he didn’t seem to be getting any calmer. “He’s having a panic attack, and he’s been stabbed. We need to get help, but we’re in the middle of nowhere.” Anti bit his lip as he thought. “I can’t glitch living organisms, so we can’t get there instantaneously. I can maybe open a shortcut. But there’s still a problem there. That being the longer the distance the shortcut covers, the more difficult it is to open.” He sighed. “But I guess we don’t have a choice, huh? I can open a shortcut to the hospital.”

“N-n-no!” Jack opened his eyes wide. “No, no no, no hospitals. No d-doctors. Please. Please? Please?”

“Okay, no doctors,” Anti promised. “But we have to do something! I can’t fix this!” The stain on Jack’s hoodie was spreading fast. Dangerously fast.

Sam perked up. They flew down, disappearing back inside Jack’s hoodie pocket for a second. They emerged holding a small card in their nerve-tail. They petered over to Anti and dropped the card in his lap. He hurriedly picked it up.

“This…this is the card that Jack’s friend gave him. Mark, right?” Anti read the address, coordinating it with the maps he’d found online of their location. “It is closer…but do you really think they can help?”

Sam flicked their nerve-tail once, decisively.

Anti narrowed his eye at them. “This is one of your ‘feelings,’ isn’t it? The ones that are usually right about what we should do?” Sam flicked it again. “Alright, it’s a plan.”

He glitched to a standing position, reaching up and pulling off his eye-patch. He needed full power for a shortcut. Then he bent over and carefully picked up Jack. He wasn’t usually fond of touching humans, with the way their bones creaked and their blood flowed. He didn’t know how they could stand it. But Jack clearly couldn’t walk on his own. Anti could feel his trembling even through his hoodie. “Close your eyes, Jack,” he said, shifting Jack in his arms so his eyes were facing away from the outside, just in case he didn’t. Sam settled down on Anti’s shoulder.

And Anti took a deep breath, and stepped forward.
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A few miles away, a little over a minute later, a man seemed to step out of nowhere and onto the front steps of a large house. Almost a manor. The man looked around, and suddenly there was a glitch in reality and the man was wearing an eye-patch. He looked down at the other man he was holding in his arms. His eyes were fluttering, and he seemed to be on the verge of unconsciousness. Though it was unclear if that was because of the blood loss on its own or if the panic attack had helped it along.

The House opened its front door, and the glitch on the steps tensed, static distortion running along his body. There was another man on the other side of the door. One with black hair, and electric blue eyes hidden behind glasses. He looked eerily similar to someone the glitch had seen before, someone who had identified himself as a friend. And he seemed totally unfazed by the strange sight before him.

The man inside said calmly, “Welcome to the House. We were notified of your arrival. How may I be of assistance?”

The glitch narrowed his eye. And silently, he gestured his head to the man in his arms.

The man’s electric blue eyes widened as he took in the situation, yet still his voice was calm. “That seems to be a problem. Please step inside.”

After a moment of hesitation, the glitch did so. And the House closed its door, waiting until it needed to be open once again.