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Part Twenty of The Stitched AU
A JSE Fanfic
[This is part of a completed fanfic series of mine with 24 total chapters. I started this October of 2018 and finished it May of 2021. The group gains a couple of new allies, just in time for a new enemy to confront them.]
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“Sorry for dropping in on all of you like this. But we really need to talk.”

For a moment, everyone just stared at the person who’d just walked into the room. The same magician from…was it really just earlier that morning? One of the ones they’d fought with, the one named Delyth Mae. It took a moment to sink in. And then everything burst.

Schneep shot to his feet, wielding his scissors like a knife blade. JJ threw his hand in an arc, conjuring a shield right in front of Delyth, in case she tried to cast any spells. Chase cried out and tried to stand up but was dragged back down by Jackie still clinging to his arm. Jack scrambled backwards, tripping over the chair’s arm in an attempt to back away. “What are you doing here?!” Schneep snarled.

Delyth looked unfazed. She raised her hands like she was surrendering. “I said we need to talk,” she repeated calmly.

“You tried to kill us!” Chase squeaked.

“NO,” Delyth emphasized. “That was never the plan. It wasn’t even the plan to fight you unless you were hostile. Tavish and Nairne were out of line, and I’ve removed them from this team. Now, I hope to approach this diplomatically.”

Schneep barked out a laugh. “You think we are going to trust you—”

JJ lowered the shield.

“Jay what the fuck?!” Chase shouted.

“Wait, what? What just happened?” Schneep asked, suddenly shifting his mood to confused.

“Your friend seems to be reasonable,” Delyth said, stepping further into the room. “I’m so sorry to impose on you, Mr. Akela.”

“Uh…no, it’s fine,” Malcolm said, remaining in the doorway. “I’m just…gonna…wait here.” He looked visibly awkward, standing in the entrance to his own commandeered living room.

“Hey, uh, JJ, I appreciate your…trusty-ness,” Jack said, warily edging around the room. “But is this a good idea?”

'When the other two magicians were fighting us, she was trying to stop them,' JJ remembered. 'I think she’s willing to talk it out, at least.'

“She tried to stop the other two who were fighting us, huh?” Jack repeated. “I guess that makes sense.”

Schneep grumbled, but lowered his scissors. “Fine, but I will stay on my guard.”

Delyth walked yet further into the room, now standing in the center. She looked around, and her eyes landed on Jackie. “Oh hello.”

Jackie blinked. “Do I…? No, I definitely don’t know you.”

“Just say why you are here,” Schneep prompted.

“Well, last time, I told you about the unusually high levels of soul magic in the city.” Delyth folded her hands. “I believe you may know something about it. If you would give us information, I give you my promise, the ABIM will do everything we can to help you with any troubles you may have.”

“Huh…I guess that could be helpful,” Chase said reluctantly. “If you’re telling the truth.”

“Of course I am!” Delyth’s tone became suddenly impatient. “Look, we’ve been chasing this soul magic for a long time now, people above me want results. I’m sure we can help.”

“Uh…well I guess it might be good to have some magical knowledge when it comes to this.” Jack held up the water bottle with the duct-taped lid.

“Jack, please,” Schneep said, exasperated.

“Oh, sorry, Hen, I’m just talking about the strings,” Jack said.

“Well, I could get context clues, but still.” Schneep hummed. “I suppose you are right.”

“Well, I’m glad we’ve come to an agreement, then,” Delyth smiled. “Now. Can you please tell me what—wait, hold on a second.” She reached into a pocket and pulled out a small tape recorder. “I have to record this as a testimony. None of you mind, do you?”

'I would like to point out that you can’t record me,' JJ immediately said.

“Yeah, JJ uses sign language, how’s that gonna work?” Chase asked.

“Well I suppose one of you will have to translate,” Delyth said. “Other than that, is everything okay?” Everyone made sounds of agreement, though Schneep’s was a bit reluctant. “Great.” Delyth pressed a button on the recorder. “This is Delyth Mae, member of the Magi, Investigation Level 4. Case 3-10100703. Witness interview for information. Please state your names for the record.”

Uh…” Jack blinked, and glanced around at the others. “I’m, uh…Jack McLoughlin.”

“I’m Chase,” Chase says, now squirming to adjust positions while Jackie was still refusing to let go. “Chase Brody.”

“Dr. Henrik von Schneeplestein,” Schneep states clearly. “And this is our friend Jameson Jackson, who unfortunately cannot talk for your recorder.” JJ waved.

“Thank you. Now, two of you, Mr. McLoughlin and Mr. Schneeplestein—”

“Doctor,” Schneep said tersely.

“Sorry, Dr. Schneeplestein.” Delyth paused. “Out of curiosity, what are you a doctor of?”

“I…was a surgeon,” Schneep said slowly.

“Well, the two of you give off distinct signatures of soul magic, is that correct?”

“Apparently,” Jack laughed nervously.

“And on that basis, I thought that you may know something about the high levels of soul magic in the city.” Delyth seems to be providing an explanation for the tape recorder. “Now, can you tell me what that is, that you know?”

Nobody really wanted to start. But after a moment of admittedly awkward silence, Chase said, “Well, I guess it started with this guy and his roommate.” Chase pointed to Jackie. “This is…well, he’s a friend of ours.”

“What’s your name, sir?” Delyth asked.

Jackie blinked. “I’m—we’re—I’m Jackie. But I think I—we—I have more names than that.”

“Look, it’s a long story,” Chase interrupted. “Just…don’t say anything until we’re done.” And he started to explain.
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Someone was walking through the city streets. It was eleven o’clock in the morning, and a lot of people were out, pedestrians and drivers alike. But no one seemed to notice him. Which was unusual, you would think a man wearing half a mask, stained blue and shaped like a cat face, with green string stitching across his neck, eyes glimmering blue and green and occasionally red…you would think a man like that would be noticeable.

He was heading somewhere. He wasn’t sure where, but he could feel it tugging at him. Like a string pulling him to a destination. Though he didn’t know where he was going, he knew what would be on the other end of the string. More pieces of him. They were all together.

A woman was following him for a while. Until she noticed he was going in a straight line. Directly straight, cutting through alleyways and yards whenever he could. Puzzled, she opened up a map of the city on her phone, tracing a straight line in the direction he was heading. There wasn’t really anything important in that part of the city. Just a section of townhouses. But he might have been going to one of them. She hurried ahead, and halfway through running, poofed into a cloud of blue smoke. When it faded, she was gone.

The man hadn’t even noticed her disappearing. He hadn’t even noticed her following. All that was important were the missing pieces. And he was getting closer.

White noise flickered around his grinning face.
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The silence after the explanation was deafening. Delyth didn’t say anything as she processed what had just happened. Chase had done most of the explaining, though naturally, there were parts he didn’t know and the others had to fill in. Malcolm had left halfway through, muttering something about stupid crazy magic shit. Jackie had stayed, but he’d stayed silent the whole time, and after a while closed his eyes. Nobody thought he was sleeping.

“This is…frankly unbelievable,” Delyth finally said.

“Don’t worry, we know,” Jack muttered.

“It’s just—” She couldn’t even come up with words to describe it. “The four of you—well, the five of you—you knew Marvin Moore?”

None of them had expected her to grab onto that, out of the whole series of events. “Well, Jameson didn’t,” Jack said. JJ shook his head, but said nothing, aware it wouldn’t be picked up on the recorder. “But yeah, we all did.”

“You know me,” Jackie said, giggling. His eyes stayed firmly closed. “You know me̶.”

The others stared at him for a moment. After a while, when it was clear he wasn’t going to say anything else, Schneep cleared his throat. “Why is that significant?” he asked.

“Marvin Moore was one of only two soul magicians in this city,” Delyth said. “Both of them, coincidentally, had a history of subverting ABIM regulations.”

Chase blinked. “I…never knew Marvin was part of this magical organization. Or, uh, going around it, whatever. Though to be fair, we didn’t think Marvin’s magic was ACTUALLY magic until all this crazy shit started happening.”

“If what you say is true…” Delyth said slowly. “About this…together…fusion…thing…” She couldn’t help but give Jackie another wary glance. “Then this thing would probably have soul magic as well, thus accounting for the high amounts of trace soul magic in the city. Sounds like it was…active. Until recently.”

“Well, these string things might be…whatever’s left of him.” Jack shook the water bottle, hearing the faint sound of the strings inside. “And they’re very active.”

Delyth shook her head, visibly stunned. “Nothing like this has ever—ever—happened before. Not in all our records, and they go back quite a while. Influencing electricity, this intense hypnotism—opening the Nightmare, for god’s sake. ‘Black magic’ doesn’t even cover what this thing is. It’s—it is a magical abomination.”

Jackie’s eyes suddenly flew open. They seemed to flash red, and he growled, glaring at Delyth. She tensed, her eyes glowing a slight purple in return.

The tension was broken by the doorbell ringing. Malcolm, who’d been listening quietly, made a cry of frustration. “I swear, if it’s anyone else involved in this fucking stuff…” He muttered under his breath as he went to get the door.

“But even if you’ve never heard of something like this before, you can still…like, fix it, right?” Chase asked hopefully.

Delyth frowned. “That isn’t my area of expertise. I know some things about soul magic, but I haven’t studied it, exactly. We’d need to call in people who know more about experimental magic than I do, just to even figure out what we could do.”

“Okay,” Jack said. “So how do we do—”

“Hey!” Malcolm shouted.

Everyone looked towards the sound, just in time to see a young woman with purple and blue hair run into the room. “Mae! It is you!” she said, visibly relieved.

Malcolm ran into the room after her. “I’m sorry, she just pushed right past me, do any of you know her?”

Delyth blinked. She quickly turned off the tape recorder and stood up, shoving it in her pocket. “Yvonne Bell. What are you doing here?”

“It’s a long story, but basically—” Yvonne looked like she was starting with a conversation, but then she glanced around the room and stopped. She stared, wide-eyed, at the group. “Wait, who are you?”

“Bell, please,” Delyth said, exasperated. “You are on thin ice already—”

“Ohhhh no, wait, I get it now,” Yvonne covered her mouth with her hand. “You’re friends of his, right? Marvin.”

“Oh my god, how the fuck does everyone know Marvin?!” Schneep threw his hands in the air.

'Are you a magician too?' JJ asked.

“You—also—magician,” Yvonne said out loud, watching JJ’s hands move. “I’m assuming that’s what that is, I’m a bit rusty. Yes, I am.”

“Yvonne Bell is the second soul magician in the city,” Delyth explained. “It’s only natural that the two of them knew of each other.”

“Well, uh…yeah, you can say that,” Yvonne said, her voice slowly rising in pitch. “Hey, so uh, Mae, I ducked in here cause I thought it was a bit weird, sensing you in this area, I thought you might be able to help, but I think I ended up finding something more important. You are friends of Marv, right? I think I recognize you. Definitely recognize him.” She pointed at Jackie, who was now looking around as if searching for the source of a strange noise.

“Yeah, we knew him—know him,” Jack said. “Uh…why?”

Yvonne laughed, a bit hysterically. “Well so long story short I ran into him and he’s pretty off his rocker! And also he was heading in this direction last I saw so I tried to find where he was going and that might end up being here.”

Silence fell instantly. It stayed for a few seconds, and then Malcolm immediately turned around and left, muttering something under his breath. Everyone in the living room heard the sound of the stairs creaking. “You know honestly I don’t blame him for that,” Chase sighed. “Uh…Yvonne, is it? What do you mean he’s off his rocker?”

“H-he showed up at my shop last night,” Yvonne started. “And he—well, he was bleeding from this wound on his neck, and at first I thought he was acting weird ‘cause of the blood loss, but it wasn’t that big. He didn’t know where he was or who I was or who he was, kept switching from I to we, saying stuff about puppets, it was all really weird. Then there were these green strings—” Everyone stiffened. “—that showed up, and he, like, it was creepy how he acted with them, and some of them reached him and—and he was all hostile, and he headed out, and it was like he was looking for something, but that must be you, right?”

Another few moments of silence. “Jesus,” Chase muttered, and stood up, managing to push Jackie away only because he seemed more concerned with…something. “You’re not joking, right?”

“Why the shit would I joke about that?!” Yvonne yelled. “It was freaky as fuck!”

“So when you say ‘green strings,’” Jack said, “do you mean this collection of green, slightly glowing, pieces of thread that crawled across the ground like creepy worms?”

Yvonne blinked. “Yeah, why?”

Jack held up the water bottle and tapped the side. “They showed up here, too. We caught them, but…Jackie reacted weirdly to them.”

“Clearly, these strings are somehow connected to the both of them,” Delyth said.

“Well no shit!” Schneep snapped. “Anti was held together by string, it is probably what is left of him!”

“Okay, look, we can discuss it later,” Yvonne said. “Right now we have to—”

Jameson happened to glance towards the window at just the right time. He stiffened, and threw out a shield. The window burst, glass flying inward. Most of it bounced off Jameson’s shield, which managed to cover Chase, Jack, and Jackie, all sitting close together. Schneep yelped, but was mostly blocked from the shards by Yvonne, who threw up her arms to try to protect herself. Delyth reacted as soon as she heard the sound, conjuring a personal shield of her own out of crystalline purple magic.

Strands of blue light started to crawl inside the broken window. Jackie suddenly snapped to attention and shot to his feet. Chase grabbed him, sure that this couldn’t be a good thing.

The blue light—blue STRINGS—wrapped around Jameson’s shield, twisting along the edges. Jameson took a step back, the magic flickering. Without warning, the strings shot towards him, wrapping around his torso and pinning his arms to his side. The shield died.

“What is this?!” Delyth asked, scrambling to her feet.

“Watch out!” Yvonne shouted.

Something jumped through the broken window, moving too fast to be anything but a blur. Jack was suddenly knocked to the ground, dropping the water bottle, which rolled across the floor. He gasped, partly because the breath was knocked out of him, partly because of the sight before him. It was recognizably Marvin, but…at the same time, too strange. He was wearing a mask that looked rather like his old cat-shaped one…if it was blue instead of white and snapped in half. Behind that mask, his eyes flickered between blue and green, teeth clenched in a snarl. Green stitches crossed a line across his throat.

Jackie shouted something, and pushed Chase away. He only took two steps forward before Chase tackled him to the floor. “Marvin!” Yvonne shouted, and ran over to pull him off Jack. Delyth quickly joined her. While they were doing that, Schneep was by Jameson’s side. Trying to pull at the magic strings proved unsuccessful, so he took out his scissors and cut, managing to slice right through them, though he got very close to Jameson’s skin a couple times.

There was a burst of light, and Yvonne and Delyth got thrown back, covered in blue strings that stuck to the walls. Schneep spun around. “What is happening?!”

Jack sat up, Marvin suddenly gone. He looked around for where he went, and caught sight of him just as he grabbed the water bottle with the strings inside. “Don’t let him grab the bottle!” Jack shouted, lunging forward and landing on Marvin’s back. He managed to startle him enough to make him let go, but as the bottle rolled away, Marvin hissed, and reached for it. Jack grabbed his arm. “Chase, help?!”

“Sorry bro, bit busy!” Chase was dealing with a struggling Jackie, who kept trying to get closer to Marvin and the bottle.

Jameson shook off the last of the magic strings, and flung a disc of magic forward. It rolled across the floor and hit the bottle, knocking it across the room. Marvin and Jackie shouted in identical unison.

Schneep finished cutting Delyth and Yvonne out of the magic strings, and Delyth yelled something in a strange language. The ground quaked, and a purple spike shot out of the ground directly under the water bottle, sending it flying into the air, in a perfect arc right into Delyth’s hands. She wiggled it, as if taunting Marvin and Jackie, then threw it out the window.

Marvin screamed, and disappeared in a flurry of white noise. Jackie’s eyes flashed red, and Chase was thrown backward, staggering, bleeding from a cut that went straight from his shoulder to his navel. Not even looking back, Jackie ran forward and jumped out the window.

“Come on, outside!” Delyth said to the room. “There’ll be more room to maneuver!”

It took a few moments for everyone to get their bearings, but they knew time was of the essence so they hurried. As a group, they all ran out the front door onto the street.

Marvin had picked up the water bottle, and was struggling with the duct tape holding the lid closed. Jackie was standing a few feet in front of him, eyes fixed on his face. After a moment, Marvin seemed to notice, and looked up as well. The two of them were frozen.

Just long enough for Jameson to throw a shield up between them. Jackie stepped back, his surprised expression turning to anger. He cried out, and red light started slicing at the shield. Marvin was smarter, and whirled to look at Jameson. He threw out his hands, and more blue strings shot forward. Chase pushed Jameson out of the way, but got entangled himself. Schneep ran to him, and upon feeling the strings, started cutting at those as well.

“Get the bottle!” Jack shouted, running forward. Marvin turned to him and scowled. More strings burst out of the ground, wrapping around his legs and stopping him in his tracks.

Jameson’s shield flickered and died, and Jackie ran forward, latching onto Marvin’s side. Marvin seemed to relax a bit, his eyes starting to glow a softer green. Jackie’s eyes glowed as well, the exact same color.

“No no no no no.” Yvonne ran forward, stopping right behind Jackie. She pressed her hands to either side of her head. “Dor me sonum,” she whispered, and Jackie’s eyes rolled back in his head. He crumpled to the floor, but then Marvin’s eyes instantly locked on Yvonne. She didn’t even have time to react before she was sent flying backwards, landing heavily on the asphalt of the street, and not moving again.

“Fuck this!” Schneep hissed under his breath, turning towards Marvin. Marvin laughed, static crackling along with the sound, and threw out another wave of strings. But Schneep disappeared. And between one step and the next, he was behind Marvin, grabbing at the bottle he was holding. He managed to wrench it out of his grasp, then stepped backwards and disappeared again.

Delyth turned to Jameson. “Can you keep him busy?” she asked. He looked surprised, but nodded. “Good.” She took a deep breath, and started muttering something.

Jameson stepped forward, throwing a disc of light at Marvin, who seemed stunned at the fact that he was no longer holding the water bottle. He didn’t recover in time to avoid the disc splashing in his face. He gasped, and stumbled back, then immediately glared at Jameson. He raised his hand, and a few more strings curled around his arm and shot outward. Jameson ducked just in time to avoid them, but another few quickly wrapped around his arms, pulling him downward. “Useless f͡a͟͝ke magician,” Marvin hissed. “W̵or͠thle͟s͞s replacement.”

“Leave him alone!” Chase shouted. In one swift motion, he pulled out his gun and BANG!

Marvin staggered backwards, more surprised than hurt. He glared at Chase and reached upward.

Delyth suddenly threw her hands out in front of her, eyes glowing bright purple. A wave of purple light flew out from her in a circle. Once it reached Marvin, pale lavender crystals started to grow out of the ground around his feet. He looked down, but the crystals accelerated, and soon they were covering him up to his armpits. There was only enough time for him to scream out in frustration before he was completely encased.

“We should hurry to get out of here,” Delyth said, not wasting any time. “That spell only lasts an hour at best. Quick, let’s all get in my car.”

“Your what?” Schneep asked.

“Yeah, what?” Chase repeated.

Delyth pointed to the side of the road. A blue car was parked there. “It should be a tight fit, but I think we can all squeeze in. Bring Bell and that…what was his name? Jackie?”

“Hang on!” Schneep had finished cutting Jack free of the strings, and was now standing up straight and glaring in Delyth’s general direction.

“I just pointed to it,” Delyth said, annoyed.

“I am fucking blind!” Schneep snapped. “Was that not obvious?!”

“…oh.” Delyth had the good grace to look embarrassed. “I suppose that would explain some things I noticed. I just thought that…nevermind. My apologies.”

“It’s okay, I’ll get you there,” Jack said to Schneep.

For his part, Schneep looked frustrated. “The first thing I am doing after everything settles down is getting one of those white canes. That way everyone will know and I can find what is around me without asking people.”

'Where are we going?' Jameson asked.

“Yeah, where are we going?” Chase repeated. “You’re a magician, are we going to some secret magic place?”

Delyth glanced uneasily at Marvin, still frozen. “I’ll explain on the way there.”
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The car ride was short, which was lucky, since it was also very cramped. Delyth drove and Chase was in the front seat, which left the other three to fill the backseat. It wouldn’t have been a problem if they didn’t also have to fit in Jackie and Yvonne’s unconscious bodies. So they ended up having those two partly on top of them.

True to her word, Delyth explained while she drove. “Marvin clearly means you harm. We need a place with strong wards to protect you from him. And somewhere to keep those…strings safe. To study them, as well as what happened to your friend Jackie. I know a place that fits all those qualifications, near the center of town.”

After a while, Delyth parked in front of what looked like an old bookstore. The sign had fallen off and the windows were dusty, but through the clouded glass you could see lines of shelves and empty displays. They all piled out of the car, watching Delyth as she ran her hand along the edge of the building’s front door frame. It lit up with purple light, which faded to white before disappearing entirely. And without an explanation, she opened the door and stepped inside. Confused, the others quickly followed, with Chase and Jack carrying Yvonne and Jackie.

The interior wasn’t at all what it looked like it would be from the outside. In fact, it looked more like a hotel lobby than anything, decorated in white and gold colors. “Wait, what?!” Chase blinked in surprise.

'We stepped into a TARDIS,' JJ said succinctly.

“Fancy,” Jack commented. “Looks like the entrance to a hotel or something.” This last statement was probably for Schneep, clinging to his arm.

“This is an ABIM Sanctuary,” Delyth explained. She walked over to a desk with a computer and started typing something in. “It’s for any Magi agents or employed wizards to stay while in town.”

“I…cannot take the phrase ‘employed wizards’ seriously,” Chase said.

Delyth huffed. “‘Wizard’ just means they study magic. It’s an actual term with a long history—you know what, I can explain later. Or maybe Bell can, when she wakes up. We should probably get one of the healers here to look at her, make sure the damage from that blow wasn’t too severe.”

“What about Jackie?” Jack asked.

“It looked like Bell hit him with a sleep spell,” Delyth said. “He should wake up any minute now.” She backed away from the computer. “There. I’ve checked you all in, as my guests, now I’ll show you to your assigned rooms.” And she headed towards a set of elevator doors in the back of the room.

'You said we needed strong wards,' JJ asked. 'Does that mean Marvin can’t find us here? And what about these strings? You said we could study them.' Jack translated the signs for Delyth.

“Yes, the wards here are very strong,” Delyth said, pressing the Up button next to the lift. “Tracking spells shouldn’t be able to break through them. And we’ll have to talk to some of the wizards here about the strings, I’m sure they can help. If not, I’ll call in for backup. Now come on.” The elevator doors dinged open.

Surprisingly, there were seven floors to the building, which had been just a single story from the outside. Delyth led them to the third floor and down a series of corridors, all lined with doors, until they reached one labelled 314. “I have two extra rooms, they all have two beds and a sleeper sofa. Bell can stay with me. You five can work out who stays in 312 and 313. Don’t worry, the doors aren’t locked to any of us; I put your names on the registry.”

“Uh…I’m gonna assume that’s some type of magic and say ‘thanks,’” Chase said. “Uh…well, if Jackie’s gonna wake up, I think I should stay with him? I-I don’t know, he might get upset if I don’t.”

“Okay, yes, but Jackie also became…aggressive,” Schneep said. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah…” Chase said, sighing.

'I can stay with you, Chase,' JJ offered. 'That way, if Jackie does try to attack, I can protect you.'

“Oh.” Chase blinked. “Um…thanks.”

“So it’s you three, then me and Schneep,” Jack summarized. “I guess we’ll take 312 then.”

“Excellent,” Delyth said. “Now can you please hand me Miss Bell so I can take her inside?”

“Oh yeah, sure.” Jack handed her off to Delyth in an awkward transition, and Delyth quickly went inside her room. “I guess we should just…check out our rooms, then.”

They all dispersed. Chase was mildly surprised when the door to room 313 opened without resistance; that didn’t seem very secure, but then again, it could be magic. He flipped on the lights, revealing what looked like a hotel suite, with a living room and kitchenette in view, two open doors showing the bathroom and bedroom. There were a pair of thick curtains on the opposite wall, no doubt hiding a window. Like the lobby downstairs, the room was mostly decorated in white with hints of gold. Chase walked over to the sofa and set Jackie down, breathing out slowly. He turned back to JJ, who was looking through the kitchenette’s cabinets. “I, uh…don’t know if they have food, bro.”

'Well, it can’t hurt to look,' JJ said.

“Haha, yeah…” Chase trailed off. He shifted awkwardly. “Hey can I uh…talk to you about something?”

Jameson stopped his investigation, and looked over at Chase curiously. He nodded.

“So, uh…about that…comment I made,” Chase said. “It was, like, a couple days ago. About you not having friends before we met you. I, uh, know I sorta apologized but it was really awkward, and…just, are you still mad about that? You probably are.”

'It did sting, to say the least,' JJ said. His expression was hard to read, but that might have been because he still had the scarf covering the lower half of his face.

Chase winced. “Yeah…look, I really didn’t mean it. I said it in the heat of the moment, I was frustrated about…just stuff, I guess. It was horrible and I’m really sorry, I…”

'Chase, it’s okay, I’ve forgiven you,' JJ interrupted.

“R-really?” Chase breathed.

'Like you said, it was in the heat of the moment,' JJ said. 'You were upset about the possibility of never seeing Jackie or Marvin again. And, well…you’re not technically wrong. I wasn’t too good at getting to know people. I’m still not, really.'

“Yeah, but that didn’t mean I had to say it,” Chase said. “Really, I’m so, so sorry, a-and I really appreciate that you’re staying with me to protect me even though I said it—”

'Of course I am, we’re still friends, right?' JJ asked.

“Yeah, of course.”

'One fight isn’t going to change that.' JJ’s eyes crinkled like he was smiling under the scarf.

Chase chuckled. “Well, yeah. I’ve fought all the time with Schneep and Jack, and we still hang out.” He sighed. “It was still just…a bad thing to say.”

'It’s water under the bridge,' JJ assured him.

After a moment, Chase reached forward and grabbed JJ’s hand, squeezing it. “Thanks.”

There was the sound of rustling fabric, and a groan. Chase and Jameson looked around, and saw Jackie sitting up. He seemed confused as he glanced around. The confusion soon gave way to some sort of frantic panicking. “Where am I? Where am I?!”

“Whoa, hey, Jackie, it’s fine.” Chase ran on over. “You’re in a safe place, okay? It’s fine.”

“But where am I?!” Jackie insisted, scrambling to his feet. “Where is the rest of me?! We were here, all of me, and now not anymore. Where is the other me?!”

Chase felt his heart sinking. “It’s fine,” he repeated. “We’ll…figure it out.”

Jackie’s eyes locked onto him. “Chase! Do you know where I am?”

“Uh…no, but we’ll figure it out.” He didn’t have much else to say.

“Figure it out, out, out,” Jackie muttered. He started walking around the perimeter of the room. Aimlessly, automatically, like he was just looking for something to do. “We’ll find me, we’ll find me.”

“Um…yeah.” Chase glanced at JJ, who gave him an uneasy look in return. “For now, let’s just…relax. It’s been a long day, and it’s only noon.”

'Sounds good,' JJ said, and turned back to the cabinets, looking through them again.

Chase collapsed on the sofa, and watched as Jackie continued to walk, walk, walk. Hopefully these magic people could figure out what to do about him And those strings. True, Delyth had said that nothing like this had ever happened before, but he believed there was a solution. One that would save everyone. And he did mean everyone.

He had to keep believing that. He wasn’t sure what would happen if he stopped believing.



Part Five of the Switch AU
A JSE Fanfic
[This is part of an ongoing fic series I started in April 2019. The group meets to discuss the odd goings-on, only to realize that they aren't alone.]
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Weekday mornings were always a bit of a rush for Jackie. But at least it was the same routine most days. Wake up, get ready, make breakfast for Michelle, help her get ready, drive her to school, come back home to make sure he had everything for work, and then drive to work. Some days his shift started later, some days Michelle had to be early for a field trip, but the routine varied very little. In all honesty, Jackie kind of liked it that way. Which might be why he ignored the first phone call, rationing it away as probably being a spam number. But by the third call, it was obvious it wasn’t just spam.

After making sure Michelle was munching happily on her toast for breakfast, Jackie finally picked up the phone to check the ID, and was immediately overwhelmed by an emotion that was combination annoyance, exasperation, and a little worry. “You ever notice how you’re the one who always calls people?” He commented upon answering the phone. “Why don’t people ever call you?”

“What?” Schneep was clearly not expecting that answer. “Never mind. Jackie, we need to talk.”

Jackie glanced over toward the dining room table where Michelle was sitting. “Well, make this quick, I have to take Michelle to school.”

“No, I mean in person. And I mean we ALL need to talk.”

Jackie blinked. “Who’s ‘we all’?”

“You, me, Anti, and JJ and Marvin,” Schneep clarified. “It’s very important. Can you meet up with us soon?”

“I—I JUST told you I need to take my daughter to school. And then after that I work until two today.”

“We can do it in the evening.”

“Henrik,” Jackie sighed. “YOU work this evening, remember? You said you traded your shift yesterday for one today.”

“Fuck, I forgot.”

“You forgot…about your job.”

“To be fair, last night was eventful,” Schneep said defensively.

“Did. Did you go to sleep at all last night?” Jackie thought he already knew the answer, so he continued anyway. “Dude. Take a nap or something before you work. Even if you don’t fall asleep and instead just lie there, it’ll do you good.”

“Ah, whatever, whatever,” Schneep said dismissively. “So we have to meet tomorrow. Do you work then, too?”

“Yeah, until two again.”

On the other side of the line, Schneep’s voice became momentarily muffled like he was covering the receiver with his hand and talking to someone else. Jackie waited patiently, tapping his fingers against the dining room table with a satisfying clacking pattern.

“Daaaad!” Michelle called, even though she was just on the other side of the table. “I finished.”

Jackie glanced over. “You have to eat the crusts, Michelle.”

“Awwwww!” Michelle set her head on the table and groaned. “Ren lets me skip the crusts.”

“Well, you can skip then when I’m not here, then.” Jackie smiled a bit. “But I hear bread crusts make your hair curly.”

Michelle’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“It’s what I hear.”

Michelle looked down at the bread crusts on her plate and began shoving them in her mouth.

“Hey slow down, you might choke!” Jackie warned.

“What?” Schneep’s voice on the phone returned.

“No, I’m talking to Michelle, Schneep, not you,” Jackie said.

“Ah, I see. Anyway, we are now planning to meet at my apartment tomorrow at four. Would that work?”

“Well, that depends. What’s this even about?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” Schneep laughed nervously. “It…remember the window incident a while ago?”

“How could I forget?” Jackie shivered internally. He still couldn’t quite believed that happened.

“Yes, well. It is about that. The creature that did that…it…all the rest of us have seen it too. And we need to talk about it.”

Jackie went suddenly cold, as if a bucket of ice water had been dunked over his head. “Okay,” he said quietly. “I’ll see you then.” And then he hung up. He stared blankly at the phone for a bit longer.

“Dad?” Michelle asked. “Are you okay? You lost all your color.”

Jackie shook his head. He smiled at his daughter. “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you finished?”

“Mm-hmm.” Michelle played with the ends of her hair. “Is it curly now?”

“Well, it doesn’t work instantly, but I think it is a little wavier. Now come on.” Jackie walked over to stand next to her while she hopped off the chair. “Let’s finish up and get you to school.”
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Jackie couldn’t concentrate the rest of the day. His work at the hospital slipped up enough for his coworkers to notice something was wrong, but he denied anything, just saying he was tired. If any of them noticed he was avoiding the second floor, they didn’t say anything. He’d never told them he nearly got pulled out a window. Because honestly, if one of them told him that a strange creature nearly killed him and that they couldn’t even really remember what the creature looked like, he would probably recommend they see a therapist.

He got off work at two like usual, then just as usual he drove over to the school to pick up Michelle at two-thirty. Upon coming home, he immediately excused himself to his room, where he lied down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

A few minutes later, the door to the bedroom burst open. “Jackie if I wanted to stab someone in the stomach area how quickly would they have to be rescued?!”

Jackie burst out laughing; he couldn’t help it. A question like that would be suspect, if it wasn’t coming from Rama, who was a crime fiction writer and also Jackie’s spouse. “Hi to you too. I’m home.”

“Yep, I heard you and Michelle come in.” Rama walked over and sat down on the mattress next to Jackie. Their black shoulder-length hair was tucked under their red beanie, and Jackie noticed they were wearing one of their favorite shirts: it had a picture of Shakespeare with sunglasses on with the caption ‘It’s hard to be the Bard.’ “Soooo?” They poked his arm. “Stomach stab wound?”

“Well I mean, it depends on where it happened and how deep it was. There are, like, organs in your torso.”

“Oh I didn’t think of that. Uhhh…it’s like, this-ish area I guess?” Rama made a circle with their fingers around a spot a little bit left of their belly button. “And pretty deep, I dunno, a switchblade went all the way in there.”

“Uh, okay, there aren’t any organs that are too dangerous to hit there. But if it’s a switchblade going all the way in…” Jackie scrunched his eyes closed as he thought. “That’s probably still going to puncture something, not to mention the blood loss. Maybe between one to three hours?” If Jackie was being honest, he was partially drawing on experience of having to patch up Schneep’s wounds after a fight, which happened way too often.

“Alright, that’s enough time,” Rama nodded.

“Are you going to stab Alice again?” Jackie asked, referencing the main character of Rama’s short stories.

“No, I’m stabbing her brother.”

“Noooooo!” Jackie whined. “You put him in danger too much, give him a break!”

Rama grinned. “Neverrr!” Their grin faded when Jackie only smiled lightly, and proceeded to drop the subject. “Hey. You okay, Jackieboy?” they asked.

“…I don’t know,” Jackie admitted. “I feel a bit…I don’t know.”

Rama stood up, walked over to the dresser, picked something up, then returned to their spot on the bed, handing the item to Jackie. It was a black-and-red fidget cube. Jackie took it and began idly pressing the buttons. “You have any idea what could be causing that?” Rama asked.

He did have an idea. Because he kept thinking about the window incident, and every thought tied to it was accompanied by a worm of anxiety in his stomach. “…yeah,” he said, and didn’t elaborate.

“Hmm.” Rama pursed their lips. “Well, you don’t have to talk about it. Anything I can do to help?”

Jackie shrugged awkwardly, still lying down. He traced the patterns in the ceiling with his eyes.

“How about we watch a movie? I’m gonna get my laptop, we’re gonna power it up, and find something that can distract you.”

“…yeah, that sounds good.”

The rest of the night was spent curled up on the bed watching Disney animated movies on Netflix. Michelle joined at one point, squeezing in between her two parents. And Jackie started to feel better, surrounded by his family. When night fell, it wasn’t too hard to fall asleep.
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And then the next morning dawned and it started again as he had to go through another shift at the hospital where he had to suffer through repeated instances of anxious thoughts assaulting him. What even was that creature? What did it want with him and the others? Was it going to kill them? Why were so many details about it fuzzy? Did it somehow affect your mind? That prospect caused Jackie to shudder every time he imagined it.

When four o’clock finally rolled around, Jackie had managed to calm down again. They were lacking in information, but if they all pooled their knowledge, they had to come up with something. They HAD to. Didn’t they?

Jackie texted Schneep when he was outside the front door of the apartment building. About a minute later, Schneep opened the door. “Jackie!” He brightened. “Come in, come in, you are the last to arrive, we were waiting for you.”

“Well, thanks for waiting, then,” Jackie smiled. He followed Schneep down the hall and up a single flight of stairs to the second floor. He’d been here many times before, to the point where he didn’t even have to look at the apartment numbers to know which one was Schneep’s.

The layout of the apartment was familiar as well. It was a simple studio apartment, with an attached bathroom and a single wall separating the sleeping area from the rest of the apartment. A corner of the floor was taken up with a kitchenette, while the rest was a combination living/working/dining area. There was a section for the dining table and chairs. There was a section taken up with a couch, two chairs, a coffee table, and a TV. And there was a desk with a computer shoved against a wall, next to a bunch of shelves overflowing with various stuff. Other than the shelves, everything in the apartment was very neat and clean, modern-style furniture in shades of blue. There were also a couple potted plants that Jackie knew from experience not to touch unless he wanted Schneep to freak out on him.

Currently, the other three of the group were scattered about the apartment. Anti was sprawled on the couch, eyes closed and probably half-asleep. JJ was looking about the kitchen section, opening cabinets, though he looked embarrassed about it when Schneep and Jackie appeared. Marvin was sitting in the desk chair, playing with the computer but honestly looking like he had no idea what he was doing.

“Alright, everyone is here!” Schneep said. He was trying to sound enthusiastic, but it fell flat. “Now we can start.”

“Well, WHERE do we start?” Jackie asked, sitting down in the nearest chair, not relaxing.

JJ approached the living area, choosing to sit in the other chair. “Well, I guess we should put all our cards on the table. We don’t know much about whatever this…person is, but I bet that if we shared all our encounters, we’re bound to figure something out.”

Anti opened his eyes. “Well, then I think you and Marvin should go first. You saw him first, right?”

“You did?” Jackie asked, surprised. “When was this?”

“Oh. Well, you remember that night I texted you because Marvin was acting strange and wandered off?” JJ looked over at Marvin, who remained silent, over by the desk.

“Yeah?”

JJ kept looking at Marvin, raising an eyebrow. But when Marvin didn’t say anything, he sighed and stopped. “Well, most of what I told you was true. Marvin did disappear, and I did find him in an entirely different part of town. And everything that you said might be dissociation, that happened too, but—”

“I’m still not quite sure what happen’d,” Marvin said suddenly. “I t’ink at some point I…I’m not sure, but…I remember seeing a man dressed in gray, whose eyes were bleedin’.” He looked down, as if worried they might not believe him.

Jackie cleared his throat. “I know who—or what—you’re talking about. I saw it, not too long after you.”

As the minutes passed, the pieces were puzzled together. Marvin and JJ’s unplanned walk that night, Jackie’s encounter at the window, and Anti’s recent stint of nightmares and sleepwalking.

“I’ve been running into this…person,” Schneep said. At some point, he’d moved to sit on the couch, forcibly pushing Anti’s legs out of the way. “Not very often, perhaps once a week, but it has occurred enough. He has tried to kill me.”

“What? Does he, like, stab you or something?” Anti asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, no.” Schneep shook his head. “It is…really whatever is available. The first time I saw him, we were in a construction site, I almost got impaled on that steel rebar. Then again, we were on a high building, and he tricked me into stepping off. I was lucky no bones were broken.”

Jackie furrowed his brow. “Wait, was that the night you broke into my house looking like you’d been hit by a car?”

“Ah…no?” Schneep said unconvincingly.

“How do you just step off a building?” Anti mumble-asked.

“Well, I did not know the edge of the building was so close!” Schneep snapped. He folded his arms. “It was like a hallucination, an illusion. It looked like I was in the middle of the roof, but I was on the edge, and I did not know.”

“So, this thing can create illusions, hypnotize people, and give them nightmares that make them try to kill themselves,” JJ summarized. “And he doesn’t seem to get hurt, if he can fall out a second story window and walk away.”

“It’s like a brain demon,” Jackie said, playing with his hoodie strings.

“Yeah, it messes with your mind,” Anti agreed. “But here’s the thing I’m wondering: can I stab it?”

“Anti!” Jackie gasped. “Is this the time?” Meanwhile, Schneep sighed.

“No, really, this is relevant. Because how the fuck are we supposed to get rid of it?” Anti scowled. “If it falls out a window and skips off afterward, how do we kill it?”

“Maybe we don’t need to,” JJ said. “Maybe we can ward it off, somehow.”

“What, with like garlic or something?”

“Maybe, we don’t know,” JJ shrugged. “I’ve never heard of a creature like this, but there has to be some sort of records of something like it. If not, I could probably set up some sort of protection spells.”

Anti blinked. “Oh yeah, I forgot you could do that.”

“It’s fine, to be fair you did only find out yesterday,” JJ smiled.

“But can you even set up protection from this thing?” Jackie said, looking down at his lap and pulling his fingers. “What if it just slips through your defenses? If it can make illusions, what if it can make you think you set something up, but you didn’t?”

“Well, there has to be a way to double-check,” Schneep said casually.

“And besides, wouldn’t we, like, see him nearby whenever he showed up to trick us?” Anti asked. “So we could like, stab on sight. Arm ourselves, you can all borrow my knives.”

Marvin, who’d been mostly silent this whole conversation, suddenly spoke up. “T’is might sound strange, but bear with me for a moment.” He waited until he was sure the others were paying attention before continuing. “T’is…t’ing t’at’s been following us…what color is his hair?”

Anti rolled his eyes. “What does this have to do with—”

“Answer. The question.” The others had never seen Marvin so serious.

Jackie responded first. “Well, okay, it’s…” He blinked. “It’s…” He frowned, scrunching his eyes closed as he tried to picture the gray man in his mind. “…I…don’t remember.” He could clearly see the man in his mind, yet somehow…that detail was not part of the image. Jackie opened his eyes. “Volt? What about you?”

Schneep crossed his arms, brows furrowing. Gradually, his look of concentration turned to one of discomfort. “I-I do not know. I do not know, how is that possible?”

“Alrigh’,” Marvin stood up, walking from the desk to the living area with the others. “How about how tall he is? Does anyone r’member how tall he is?”

“He’s…” Jackie trailed off. Anti stood up straight, making gestures with his hand like he was measuring someone’s height. Jameson shook his head, baffled. Schneep made an odd choking sound and covered his mouth, eyes wide.

“No, we don’,” Marvin said. “None of us know anyt’ing about what he looks like. Oh, sure, we got the monstrous swathes of it, but we cannae r’member the details. Now, Jackie.” Marvin turned to look at him. “How did t’is man get into your hospital, looking as odd as he does, and have no one even mention it?”

“That…I don’t know,” Jackie said slowly.

“Exactly!” Marvin threw his hand in the air.

“Wait, Marvin, are you saying that this…sort of illusion-casting this person can do,” JJ asked, “could possibly mean he can…make it seem like he’s not there at all? Like, maybe like the Silence from Doctor Who?”

Marvin frowned. “I don’ know what t’at is.”

“Oh. Right. That’s on me, remind me to show you that some time.” JJ laughed nervously. “Anyway, the Silence are…well, they’re sort of supernatural creatures that make it so that, while you’re looking directly at them, you know they’re there and what they are. But when you look away, you forget all about them.”

“Ah. T’en yes, t’ats what I’m tryin’ t’say. He migh’ be able to do somet’ing to t’at effect.”

Schneep visibly paled. “Well, what would we do in that situation? If that was true, then…mein Gott, then he could be anywhere. And we would not even know.”

“But…that doesn’t mean it WOULD be anywhere, right?” Anti’s eyes darted back and forth between the others’ faces.

Everyone was silent.

And then they heard the laughing.

Everyone who’d been sitting down shot to their feet. Anti reached into his jacket and pulled out a handgun. Schneep leapt into a defensive stance, hands half-raised in front of him. Jameson’s eyes changed color to a brighter blue than usual.

“/Lock the doors and close the blinds, we’re going for a ride!/”

“What the fuck?!” Jackie was the first to see him, and practically tripped over himself in an effort to put the chair between himself and the gray man—who was just casually sitting on top of the dining table, one leg folded over the other, as if it was the most natural place in the world for him to be.

Schneep stepped forward. “How did you get into my apartment?” he demanded.

“/You mean you didn’t notice?/” The man pressed a hand to his chest as if he was offended. The attempt at expression was ruined by the grin on his face. “/I was right behind you the entire time, Zaps./”

“Jesus,” Marvin muttered, inching closer to the rest of the group.

“Yeah, okay, that’s nice to hear,” Anti growled. “But you know what? I don’t care. You are going to get out of here or there’s going to suddenly be a new hole in your head.”

“/Oh, I’m afraid I beat you to the punch there./” Even though the smile never wavered, the man’s tone suddenly became a lot colder. “/So your threats are poor excuses for threats, just like how you’re a poor excuse of a person. /Works out perfectly, you know?/”

Anti took a step back. For a moment, true hurt flashed across his face.

“You have no right to say such things!” Jameson suddenly shouted. “Not when you are just as poor. You’re not even human, why do you have such authority to speak on others? And why should we listen to a distorter of minds?”

The man sat up straight. “/A distorter of minds? /I love it, I’m going to use that from now on./”

“Good try, Jems, but don’t encourage him,” Marvin hissed.

/“Aw, I’m hurt, Marvin!/” The man—Distorter—seemed to smile wider at the way Marvin jumped when he said his name. “/I wouldn’t expect such dismissive words from YOU!/”

“Wh—” Marvin visibly flinched, stepping back. “What do you…?”

“/Oh well. /Guess nothing lasts forever. /Unless you make it./” Distorter stood up. He raised one blackened hand and snapped his fingers, tilting his head to the side. “/Smile for me./”

Something clattered to the floor. Everyone sharply turned to look over at Marvin—Marvin, who had dropped his cane. He’d suddenly gone limp, posture slacking and a blank expression on his face. His eyes were empty.

“/That’s better./”

“Marvin?” Jameson was by his side before he even knew it, shaking him gently, trying to get a response. To no avail. “Marvin, wh…what…?”

“What…what did you do?!” Jackie was emboldened by the sight of his friend in distress, forgetting all previous fears about Distorter’s unnatural powers. He rushed to Marvin’s side as well, immediately jumping into assessment mode.

“/He’s fine,/” Distorter dismissed. “/If anything, this is better. /You don’t have to worry about anything if you can’t feel anything./”

“Okay, that is it.” Schneep’s expression was more than stormy—it was outright thunderous. He quickly closed the distance between him and Distorter and grabbed the gray man by the shirt. “I am getting you out of here if you will not leave yourself.”

Distorter seemed untroubled by being grabbed, though maybe that was just his unchanging smile. “/Oh, come on./” He wrapped a hand around Schneep’s wrist, nails digging into skin. “/The fun part’s just about to start./”

Everyone tensed. Jameson and Jackie were momentarily distracted by the statement, looking away from Marvin for just a moment. Anti did the opposite: he happened to glance toward Marvin at the exact time the other two looked away. And because of that, he saw when Marvin stiffened, a flash of something—something not exactly friendly—entering his eyes. “Watch out!” Anti cried, suddenly lunging across the room.

The following sequence of events happened very quickly. Marvin bent over, grabbing his cane from where it had fallen to the floor. At the same time, Schneep shrieked and stumbled back, the sleeve of his shirt now shredded as long slices leaked blood through the fabric. Distorter laughed, the nails of his hand dripping red. Immediately after, Marvin stood up and swung his cane until the topper connected solidly with the side of Jameson’s head, who cried out and staggered backwards, falling against the nearest chair. Marvin wound up for another swing at Jackie, but Anti arrived just in time, grabbing the cane and attempting to wrench it out of Marvin’s hands.

Marvin’s head whipped toward Anti. His eyes were unusually wide, and thin streams of blood began to drip from them. He hissed, and instead of trying to pull the cane back toward him, pushed with a surprising amount of force. Anti was shocked enough at the movement to lose his footing, and next thing he knew his head hit the ground and he was lying on the floor. Marvin pressed his advantage—quite literally. He knelt on the floor and began pushing the cane down on Anti’s throat, the length immediately cutting off air supply. Anti made a choked sort of gasp, and tried to push the cane away, but Marvin showed no sign of letting up.

“No!” Jackie sprung into action, grabbing Marvin around the torso and trying to pull him away. Marvin resisted, continuing to press down, but Jackie wasn’t about to give up, and was slowly winning.

Jameson climbed to his feet, pressing a hand to his head where the topper had hit it. There was a bit of warm liquid soaking his hair, but this wasn’t the time to focus on that. He was about to help Jackie, when he heard a cry of pain. He spun around to see Schneep on the floor in the dining area, scrambling backwards and clutching his bleeding arm. He looked unhurt apart from that arm injury, but his head was turning wildly on a swivel, seeming to latch onto things that weren’t there at all. Distorter approached him slowly, his grin wider than ever.

“Oh no you don’t,” Jameson muttered to himself. He cupped his hand and let the magic flow down his arm, until he was holding a handful of swimming blue light. He tossed the light, and it scattered into droplets. The drops arced across the room until they hit Distorter, each drop making a surprisingly solid impact that made him reel back, until he was finally knocked over. Jameson ran to Schneep as soon as Distorter was out of the way, murmuring vague reassurances as he patted him down for further sign of injuries.

Schneep shook his head like he was clearing it of ghosts. “What..?” He blinked several times, looking around.

Distorter stood up in one single motion, flicking away remaining drops of blue magic. “/And here I thought you might be alright, magic man./”

Jameson threw an arm in front of Schneep, shielding him. “To you? No, I’m afraid not while you’re trying to kill my friends.”

“/Who said I was going to kill ALL of them?/” Distorter spread his arms. “/What would that do for me, hmm?/”

Jameson’s hand curled into a fist, streams of magic responding to the motion. “Then what do you want?”

For a moment, Distorter’s smile shrank. “/I just want companionship. /Friends./ Well, and to get rid of anyone who’s going to stop me from getting that. /Which, unfortunately, includes some of your—/”

BANG!

Distorter staggered back, looking down at the sudden red staining his shirt, the vivid crimson standing out against the gray. Jameson blinked, then looked over to were the other three had been scuffling in the living area. Jackie had his arms wrapped tight around Marvin, who was squirming and struggling to get free. Anti was half-standing, half-kneeling, his hand extended and pointing his handgun directly at Distorter. “There’s more where that came from,” he said.

Distorter stared at him. And then he began laughing again. “/Weren’t you paying attention earlier?! /I told you that wouldn’t do anything! /Or did you not bother to check?/” His head turned to the side, farther than it should’ve been able to, with a crack. Everyone in the room was able to see that which none of them had, somehow, never noticed before. A neat hole in the side of Distorter’s head, going all the way through and dripping thick red blood.

Everyone stared; they couldn’t help it. It was like a car wreck. Some things you just couldn’t tear your eyes from, no matter how gruesome it was. “…how?” Jackie finally whispered.

“/You can’t kill what’s already dead./” Distorter chuckled. “/But I’ll give you points for trying. /This has been fun, hasn’t it?/ Hasn’t this been fun? /I can’t wait until next time./”

None of them could say what happened next. All they knew was that one moment Distorter was there, the next their heads were filled with fuzz, and he was gone.

Anti was the first to recover. “What…was that?” He scrambled to his feet. “Where did he go?!”

“That…really happened, yes?” Schneep asked.

“Yes, it did,” JJ said, nodding. “I’m not sure where he—”

A scream. Marvin pushed Jackie away, practically falling over himself in trying to get away. He ended up crawling over to the nearest chair and pressing his back to it, wiping at the trails of blood on his face and breathing quickly.

“Marvin!” JJ grabbed Schneep by the hand and pulled him to his feet before running over to where Marvin was and kneeling next to him. “Are you okay?”

“No! What? No, what? T'at wasn’—no!” Marvin was pulling at his hair with one hand, while using the other to grab for his cane. He was shaking his head.

“Hey, I know it’s a lot, but it’s going to be okay,” JJ said in a gentle voice. “Do you need anything right now? Anything I can get you?”

A strange sort of half-whimper half-yell escaped Marvin’s throat. He was holding the cane close to his body, running his fingers along the designs in the topper. “I-I dunna—I dunnae. I-I dun…t’at didn’ feel…good.”

Jackie had appeared at one point, leaning over JJ’s shoulder. He pursed his lips. “Hang on a second, let me try…” He reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a small black cube with various attachments in red. He handed it to Marvin. “Here, just look at the for a bit, okay?”

Marvin seemed doubtful, but he took it anyway. Within only a few moments he was engrossed in the various parts of the cube. He seemed to especially like the switches and the rolling ball. JJ looked at Jackie and gave him a smile, which Jackie returned before standing up to go look at Schneep’s injured arm.
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It took a few minutes, but eventually they all settled down. They were all back in the living area, with Jackie and Schneep on the couch, Anti in one of the chairs and Marvin in the other, JJ standing nearby Marvin’s chair. Jackie had found Schneep’s first aid kit in one of the kitchen cabinets, and managed to bandage up the cuts on Schneep’s arm.

“I’m going to say it: I’m super paranoid that he’s just…somewhere.” Anti looked around the apartment.

“I think he left,” JJ said. “Otherwise why would he make that comment about ‘next time’?”

Anti nodded. “Good point. Still…maybe he’s always there. Always watching.”

“Please don’,” Marvin muttered. JJ and Jackie glared at Anti.

Schneep cleared his throat. “Marvin…are you ready to talk about…what that was back there?”

“I-I don’ know what it was,” Marvin said simply. “It was just…t'ere was not’ing. Just a daze. But also, t’ere was…I-I don’ know. An…urge…to do certain t’ings. An I know it was coming from him.”

“Mind control?” Jackie asked. He looked at JJ. “Is that possible?”

“Um…” JJ folded his arms. “I know that there are spells out there that can do that. And strange creatures that can influence your thoughts. But I’ve never even heard of something like…him.”

“Um, Marvin?” Anti asked tentatively. “Is it okay to ask how you know that…thing?”

Marvin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I don’ know how I know him. I just know he’s familiar. I don’ r’member much, and I know less. I don’t even know how I got to now—to here!”

Schneep blinked. “I’m sorry, did you say—”

“Not!…now,” Marvin interrupted, opening his eyes. “I’ll explain it to you t’ree anot’er time, righ’ now it’s…too many t’ings.”

Jackie nodded. He looked around the room quickly. Everyone was tense, uneasy, and/or upset. “Well!” He clapped his hands. “I think that’s too many things for all of us today. We need to do something to calm down.”

They all looked at him in surprise. But none of them disagreed. Or, well, Anti did, but he just liked to disagree. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Don’t you need to get home soon?”

“Rama and Michelle could do with some time together,” Jackie shrugged. “Why? Are you worried about Will?”

“I mean, I paid the sitter for the whole afternoon because I didn’t know how long this would take, so I guess I could technically stay a bit longer?”

“Good. So we’re going to do that.” Jackie stood up and walked over to the TV. He began rummaging through the cabinet under it. “Trust me, sometimes you just need a distraction. And I think we all need one right now. I don’t know what kind of movies people like, so you’re going to have to tell me so we can pick something everyone likes.”

It’s surprising how quickly a mood can change.

It’s surprising, sometimes, how easy it is to bounce back to reality after being in a grayed-out zone for a while.

Maybe all it really takes are five friends laughing and shouting so loud that you can’t really hear to movie, until someone makes popcorn and someone else takes out the spare blankets, and eventually everything seems right again.



Part Eight of the Inverted AU
A JSE Fanfic
[This is part of a fic series I wrote from December 2018 to August 2021. Continuing the trend of flashbacks from the last chapter, we see things from the perspective of our little eye friend, Sam. We learn about their life, and how they've reacted to recent events in their friend Jack's life.]
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Like most beings, Sam couldn’t remember the moment they came into existence. But their first memory was still very vivid. They were lying on a flat wooden surface, looking at a big metal thing with a fabric top that was standing next to them. Later on, they realized that was a lamp. They remembered flicking their nerve and swiveling around to see a big face staring down at them, and they instinctively knew who it was. His name was Jack.

Jack was ten years old. He was a human with brown hair and blue eyes. Or, well, Sam could only see one of them. His right eye was hidden by a bandage. Sam somehow knew that he was shocked to see them. “Hey little guy,” he whispered. “You’re—you’re alive! Can you hear me?”

Sam squished their iris. They wanted to tell Jack that they could hear him. And just by thinking they wanted to tell him, they did. Jack gasped, and leaned back. “Oh my gosh,” he said. “Oh my god. I just—that was you?”

Sam told him it was. They wriggled. They rolled across the wooden surface. Somehow, they knew it was a desk. Jack’s desk. “Whoa, watch out! You might fall off!” Jack gently reached out and pushed them back from the edge. “This is—wow, this is a lot. Do you have a name?”

They didn’t. Not yet. They told Jack he could give them one if he wanted. Upon receiving this information, however that happened, Jack leaned back, thinking. “…Sam,” he said after a long moment. “Do you like that?”

The newly-christened Sam perked up, wagging their nerve. “Okay, I guess you do.” Jack shrugged. “I just don’t know if you’re a boy or a girl, so I thought that could work for both. Are you gonna…stay here long?”

Sam didn’t know. They didn’t know a lot, but somehow, at the same time, they knew a whole bunch. It was strange. “Well, you can stay here until you decide you don’t want to.” Jack laughed. “I mean, you’re sorta part of me. That’s weird. But, uh, I’ll have to hide you. Just in case my parents decide to call the government about you or somethin’.”

So that was how it all began. Jack repurposed an old shoe box and a hoodie he didn’t wear anymore, making a bed with a soft bottom for Sam to stay in. It also had a lid that he could put on top of the box to hide Sam from view if he needed to. At first, Sam was tiny, only the size of a normal eye (which was apparently still bigger than Jack thought it was). They couldn’t move much except spinning around to look at things and wriggling to make themself roll. Jack carried them around in his pocket, giving them a tour of the house when his parents and siblings weren’t around. He showed them the area outside too, including pointing out the woods you were never supposed to go in after dark.

Sam liked Jack a lot. He kept them safe, and talked with them about cool things. Jack explained to Sam about where they came from. Apparently, this was not a normal thing, and Jack didn’t know why it happened. Especially since he got a new one the next night, somehow. But Sam didn’t care. The point was that they were here now, and they were with Jack.

A few years passed. Jack’s family never found out about his little friend. Sam sometimes wondered if hiding was the best idea. Jack didn’t spend time with a lot of other humans. Occasionally, some that were his age would come over and hang out, but those visits never really lasted long. Sam wondered if, maybe, they introduced themself to at least his family, then Jack would have something cool to talk about. They worried that he wasn’t talking to a lot of people.

Until one day, about four years after Sam came around, Jack started tapping on the lid of their shoe box bed. “Sam! Are you awake?” he whispered. Sam reminded them that they didn’t really sleep, only rested. “Okay. There’s someone you need to meet. I’m gonna take the lid off now.” The cardboard was lifted away, letting in the familiar light of the lamp in Jack’s bedroom. Jack was looking into the box with an excited smile.

Sam was a bit bigger than they’d been, about the size of a golf ball. They’d also learned to jump, and were starting to figure out how to hover. So they leaped onto Jack’s outstretched hand and looked up at him expectantly. “I dunno why weird things always happen to me, but this is pretty cool. Ready?” Sam told him they were. “Okay.” He turned around.

There was someone sitting on Jack’s bed. Someone who looked just like Jack, but dressed darker, and with an eye patch. But Sam could tell something was different. They could feel a hum in the air, coming from the copy of Jack. A tingling sort of energy. It seemed…dark, but not bad. And Sam knew who it was.

“Sam, this is Anti,” Jack said. “I met him in the woods. Anti, this is Sam.”

“ Hęllo,” Anti said, nodding.

“I thought you two would get along!” Jack chattered. “Because Sam’s an eye, it’s like they’re a septic eye, and that matches your name! I think you’re also the only ones of…well, whatever you are. And mysterious. I still dunno why Sam exists, but they do, and they’re like, my child or something.”

Anti just stared. Sam bounced happily, trying to get him to smile. They got the feeling that he didn’t do that much. Then Sam asked Jack if Anti would be staying with them. “I dunno,” Jack said, shrugging. “Hey Anti, Sam wants to know if you’re gonna be staying.”

“Y͏es,” Anti said simply. “I ͢ha͟v͡e ͏t̴o. I t̸hink, it's̕ bee͏n a long̡ ̵t̶ime. ͞But if ̶you d̢on̷’t w̸a͏nt to se͟e̶ m͡e, I can̡ hide.”

“I mean, Sam’s been hiding from my family and friends for years, but you don’t have to hide from me.” Jack’s eyes were alight. “I’d be happy to spend time with you. Do you play video games?”

Anti looked a bit taken aback at Jack’s eagerness. “I͞…do͟n’t͞ kn̨o͢w̴ wh͠at̕ those͟ ar̵e,” he said.

“I’ll show you, then! If you’re anything like me, you’ll love them.”

Sam watched Jack go on with enthusiasm. They hadn’t seen him this animated with others in a long, long time. Hopefully Anti would be good for him. At the very least, they knew he wouldn’t be bad.

And for the longest time, it was just the three of them. Anti gradually began warming up to Jack, reflecting his energy and slowly coming to life. Jack and Sam found out that Anti could affect electronics, including hacking consoles to win while playing fighting games. He took a special interest in computers, liking the possibilities they presented and the way they connected so easily to each other. He even started looking a bit like a computer glitch at times. Sam liked him. He was a bit strange, and they weren’t sure how he felt about them, but it was clear that he cared about Jack.

Then Jack went off to college. Sam wanted to come, but Jack wouldn’t let them. “Dorms are a lot smaller than the house,” he explained. “And we’ll be around a lot more people. I don’t want to risk it. Anti’s insisting on coming, but he has his thing where he ghost-disappears. But you’d have to spend almost all your time in the box.”

Sam didn’t like it, but they understood. Jack fixed up their box bed, and told them they could have the run of his room while he was away. Then he left, and Sam was alone.

It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Sam figured out a lot about themself. For example, they learned how to fly. They practiced every day so they could show Jack when he came back for the winter holidays. And something else…Sam realized they knew things. A lot of things that they shouldn’t be able to. One day, when they were flying through the halls of Jack’s house, they got the feeling that they needed to hide or something bad would happen. And sure enough, as soon as they ducked under a lampshade, Jack’s mom came walking down the hall with no warning at all. And that wasn’t the last time something like that happened. It took a while before Sam realized that, while they didn’t exactly know why, they knew what things they should do in order to make things go right.

Sam was really excited to tell Jack about this, but it didn’t exactly go according to plan. When Jack came home for winter holidays, after saying hi to his family and unpacking, he immediately went outside around the back of the house. Sam knew they should follow him, so they did. And once they were a long way from the house, on the edge of the woods, they heard shouting.

“You can’t fucking chill for even one second, can you?!” Jack was yelling. “Can’t let me go live my life, huh?!”

“Not if ‘living your life’ means hanging out with people like that!” It also sounded like Jack’s voice. That meant it was Anti.

“‘Like that’?! You don’t know anything about him! You always run off the moment he appears!”

“Oh, well, forgive me if I don’t want to associate! You shouldn’t either!”

“He’s my roommate! He’s literally done nothing wrong, NOTHING to make you freak out like this! I think you’re just jealous.”

“I am not—look, maybe he hasn’t done anything yet, but I just know he will one day. He’s got that vibe. Sure, he’s a decent guy now, but I don’t think he’ll stay that way for long.”

“And do you have any proof of this besides a weird feeling?”

Silence.

“That’s what I thought. Look, if he bothers you that much, just don’t come up to campus with me next semester. Stay here with Sam.”

“Ņo̢.”

“Well, alright then. But until something bad happens, stop ragging on Chase. I’ve got to go say hi to Sam now. I…I miss them.”

“You won’t have to go all the way up to the house. They’ve been listening this whole time.”

“Wh—”

The jig was up. Sam poked out from around the tree they were hiding behind, being met with a very startled Jack and a very grumpy Anti. They said hello to Jack.

“Hey, Sam!” Jack beamed as his eye landed on his shoulder, snuggling into his jumper. “You—you’re flying! That’s so cool! When did you learn how to do that?”

Sam told him they figured it out about two months ago. But that wasn’t important. They wanted to know what Jack was so upset about.

“Oh. That.” Jack glanced over to Anti, who scowled and disappeared in his computer-glitch way. “Well, Anti doesn’t like my roommate up on campus. For completely unjustified reasons. Chase is a good guy, and Anti keeps messing with the electrical systems whenever I hang out with him, then claiming that it’s for my own good.”

Sam thought that Anti was a bit jealous. But, they told Jack, they also had a bad feeling. Not like something was wrong, but like something could go wrong at any given moment. They advised Jack to be careful.

“Thanks, buddy. Hey, tell me about everything that happened while I was gone. Did I miss out on anything?”

In the end, Anti admitted to being a bit envious and protective of Jack. He just hadn’t wanted him to get hurt and freaked out. But he stubbornly held on to his bad feeling about the whole situation. He ended up following Jack back to college for the next semester, and for the whole school year after that. Until Jack’s parents finally moved out of the house and gave it to Jack, who decided to commute to campus for the last two years.

And then, Jack had an idea. It was a simple idea, one inspired by seeing others do the same. He started a YouTube channel. It was called ‘jacksepticeye,’ as sort of a reference to both Sam and Anti, and he played video games on it. And…it made him happy. Jack came alive whenever the cameras were rolling, and Sam was in turn so happy to see it.

Things changed. The channel grew. Jack moved out of the house in the woods and into an apartment in the city. Naturally, Sam and Anti followed. Jack started making friends online, and this time Anti didn’t interfere. He kept up interaction with the viewers, gradually growing them into a community.

Then there was a phone call. Sam listened as Jack talked. “Hello, it’s Jack. Wait. Chase?!” Jack smiled. “Oh my god, how are you? How’s Stacy?…Really? When did you have a second one?…Damn, you should’ve invited me to the baby shower…Not much, today I’ve just been making videos for YouTube…Yeah, dude! It’s pretty fun, you should try it sometime…Oh yeah, sure. Where do you live now?…No way, that’s where I am!…Yes!…Well, I’m free this weekend. What about you?…Yeah, that works for me. How about we meet in the park and figure out what to do from there?…See you then, dude.” When Jack hung up, he noticed Sam watching him. “You okay, Sam? Your glow kinda faded.”

Sam didn’t know what to say. How could they tell him that their “something bad could happen” feeling had suddenly changed into a “something bad is probably coming soon” feeling? They’d never even told him about how much they knew, and they figured out they knew a lot since that first semester of college. So, in the end, they merely told Jack to be careful.

But he wasn’t.

Maybe he just couldn’t see. Maybe his optimism was blinding him. But things were different now. Chase had changed. Jack didn’t notice, but Sam did. And so did Anti. But of course, that only gave rise to the old tensions, to Jack once again thinking Anti wanted Jack all to himself.

Still, as time passes, people begin to drift apart. Jack, despite feeling sorry for everything that happened to Chase, found himself spending less time with him, or any of Chase’s new housemates. Sam was sure this was a good thing, but if that was the case, then why was the “something bad” getting closer?

And one night, Jack disappeared. Sam hadn’t seen what had happened, they’d been resting, but when they came out of their newest box bed, there was a day-old pumpkin on a table in Jack’s recording room, and a knife with blood on it.

They waited for Jack to come back. Maybe they waited too long. But they weren’t an impulsive eye, just a patient one. Which turned out to work against them this time. A month and a half after Halloween, they set off to find Jack. They knew they would be able to; they were a part of him, and could always sense where he was. They followed the invisible tie between the two of them, ending up at a big house on the edge of town that creeped them out. They flew up to one of the second-story windows and looked through the glass to see Jack, asleep in a bed.

The bad feeling was there. Like dread, but instead of waiting for something to happen, they felt a confirmation of the worst news. They screamed at Jack, and he bolted upright, looking around the room. When he saw the little green eye at the window, he gasped, then rushed over to open it.

“Sam!” He said the name like it was an old friend he’d forgotten, but just met again. “There you are! I was wondering if I should go back to get you, but maybe it wasn’t the best idea to move you here, after all, we’ve kept you hidden this long, haven’t we? And eventually I must have…forgotten…” the grin that had been on his face slid off, but he found it again. “Great to see you, buddy!”

Jack had a dull look in his eyes. It was subtle, not something you would notice if you didn’t know Jack well. But Sam was on the same wavelength as him. They asked Jack where he’d gone, and why.

“Oh. I uh…Chase and his friends needed help with the rent. And I figured, hey why not, it doesn’t cost anymore than the apartment. I…I should have told you. I’m sorry.” He perked up. “But you’re here now! We can be together again!”

Sam asked about Anti.

“Oh, don’t worry, he can’t find us here. We’ll be safe.”

That set off instant alarm bells. Sam shrank back a bit. Jack wouldn’t say something like that about his friend. What had happened while they were away?

“Hey, it’s fine, everything is fine,” Jack said softly. “We’re safe, and we’re together. You can come inside, and everything will be fine.”

Sam was a bit scared. They had to admit it. But…something was wrong with Jack. They had to figure out what that was. They had to undo it. So, with a flick of their nerve-tail, they darted inside.
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Maybe the whole thing had been a bad idea. But they knew it had been their best option at the time. Even if, nearly two years later, they were stuck in a tank of greenish liquid in a house full of people who gave Sam bad vibes every time they looked at them. They were sure that the other possible futures had been worse, even if they didn’t know exactly what those were.

It was the third day of May when Sam decided that they finally needed to do something.

The house was quiet. Sam was resting at the bottom of the tank. They never truly slept, just stopped moving and went into a sort of easily-disturbed chance. Which was why they were instantly on high alert the moment the house’s front door unlocked. It was two o’clock a.m. Someone was home early. It wasn’t Chase or the mustache one, those two hadn’t left today. Sam curled their nerve-tail around them and waited.

The door creaked open, shutting quickly the moment the man walked inside. He sighed, taking off his glasses and polishing them on the edge of his shirt before replacing them. Then he threw the bag he’d been carrying over onto the couch. It landed with a light thump, making Sam flinch, floating up about a foot in the liquid before settling down again. They didn’t think it was enough for him to notice, but apparently it was. The man’s eyes instantly locked onto the tank. He grinned, walking right over.

Sam didn’t like the doctor one. To be fair, they didn’t like any of them, but at least Chase, the hoodie one, and the mustache one were nice to them, and mostly to Jack. The masked one also freaked them out at times, but he wasn’t around very often. Granted, the doctor one also spent a lot of time out of the house, but he was around just enough to give Sam the creeps.

The doctor kneeled on the floor and tapped on the glass of the tank. “I think it was asleep before,” he muttered. He wasn’t talking to Sam, he never did. “Did we figure out if it sleeps? There are times when it does not move.”

And this small tidbit was a prime example of why the doctor one scared Sam. One, he never called them “they,” or even any other pronoun besides just “it.” Two, he was way too interested in how Sam worked for the curiosity to be merely a wondering. And three, he just. Kept. Staring at them.

“It maybe heard me come inside,” the doctor said conversationally. “I’m thinking that maybe the nerve ending has been adapted to take up other senses, like hearing and smell. No, no, no, it definitely has, it has smelled food in those times Jack has taken it out of the tank.” He tilted his head, watching as Sam rose up and started swimming in small circles around the bottom of the tank, still doing their best to keep looking at him while also working off nervous energy. “It doesn’t have a problem with being in the liquid, so I do not think it needs to breathe. Or maybe it can breathe through this, somehow. But if it breathes, then what does it take in? Does it have a little heart system that pumps the oxygen blood? Does it have blood?”

Slowly, his eyes drifted back over to the bag he’d tossed onto the sofa. Then, he looked around the empty room. Once he’d determined that it was clear of whoever he was looking for, he stood up and walked over to the bag, unzipping it and digging around inside. “No, I know that, Jack,” he said. “But you are not here right now. And so you cannot stop me, can you? You have to wake up and get down here, and not just lecture thoughts.” The doctor managed to find what he was looking for. He smiled, then half-ran back over to the tank in the corner.

Sam’s pupil widened as they realized what the doctor was holding. That—that was a long needle. And now the doctor was unlatching the hatch on the top of the tank. They dove down to the bottom, curling their nerve-tail over their top. The tank was a little shorter than chest-level for everyone in the house, he wouldn’t be able to reach the bottom. Right?

Nothing happened. The tank lid was open, but the doctor hadn’t even tried to get to them. Sam peeked out from underneath their nerve-tail. They floated up to take a better look. He’d…gone? He wouldn’t do that, would he?

Nope, he was coming back. He’d just gone into the kitchen for a moment, and now he was returning with something new in his hands. Sam dove back down to the bottom, resuming their position.

He was talking. “Do not say that to me, if it works, then it works. The same thing will happen in the end regardless of tools. You will see. I know what I am doing, I am good doctor. And when I show you these things I will find out, you will not tell me otherwise again.” He was right next to the tank. Sam curled up tighter.

There was a splash. Sam briefly glanced up to see a pair of metal things reaching for them. They panicked, fleeing. But seeing as they couldn’t go up or risk getting caught, it wasn’t a long chase. The things clamped down on them, pulling them up, up, up out of the liquid.

“Ack! Maybe this was not the best idea, I am wet now.” The doctor shrugged. “But does not matter, I got it out, didn’t I? Though I will have to wash these tongs afterward.”

Sam wriggled, nerve-tail flailing in panic. It did absolutely nothing. The tongs were holding them so tight, they were sure they would have bruises afterward.

“And now, for the sample.” With one quick jab, the doctor plunged the needle into Sam’s body, right on their top. They stopped struggling, if only in pure and utter shock at the piercing pain. Tears began forming along their iris.

It could’ve only lasted a few seconds, but it was a few seconds too long. Eventually, the needle was retracted, and Sam was dropped unceremoniously back into the tank. They drifted to the bottom and lay there, tears mixing with the fluid around them. The lid slammed shut.

The doctor paid them no mind. He was more interested in the glowing, bright green fluid that now filled the plastic part of the needle. “What? I have never seen anything like this!” He was tapping the needle urgently, practically bouncing with a big smile on his face. “We need to figure it out right now. Nevermind that, we can go back to the back rooms without opening the clinic. This is—is—is very important!” And without another word, he grabbed his bag and left through the front door once again.

Sam couldn’t do it. They couldn’t stay here. They’d be no use to Jack if these guys kept sticking needles in them. And they were sure that it was going to continue. Even though it was a large needle, it still didn’t hold a lot of liquid. The doctor would be back, maybe soon.

But how could they get out of here? The tank only opened from the outside. They’d tried to lift up the lid on their own, but it was too heavy, and latched shut. They’d need someone else. But who would help them?

After a moment of quiet shuddering, it hit Sam like a bolt of lightning. They’d forgotten about him. Even though he kept causing trouble for the people in the house, they’d completely forgotten him. They’d been so worried about keeping Jack safe and trying to get him out, that they hadn’t stopped to think about the other person trying to get Jack out.

Sam had never tried contacting someone other than Jack before. There had never been a reason. But now, limp on the bottom of the tank, they tried to switch frequencies. They thought about the ever-present hum they sensed whenever he was around, about the feeling of static racing along their nerves, about dark impossibility and green light. Then, they reached out like they would with Jack, sending out a cry for help, a plea for anything. For a moment, nothing happened. And then, with an electric snap, something connected. It was only a second before the connection broke, but Sam was sure it was enough.

And only a few moments later, there was a CRACK of the wards breaking, and between one glance and the next, Anti was standing in the middle of the living room, looking around like he had no idea what he was doing there. He looked…different. Not only because of the new scarf, but…actually, he looked pretty close to how he was when Sam first met him. All jagged edges and blank stares.

Anti finally caught sight of the tank. He didn’t bother walking over, just did his glitch thing and ended up sitting next to it. “…Sam?” he asked, a note of surprise in his voice. “You…that was you? I knew it was important, but…” Silence. “…Guess you could only do it once? In a moment of desperation, maybe. Well, are you hurt?”

Sam weakly swished their nerve-tail. It was the best they could manage.

Anti’s eye hardened. “B̢a͡s͏tąr̷d̴s,” he muttered. “Okay, Sam, do that again if you want me to get you out of there.” After a moment, another, weaker swish. “Fuck, it’s that bad, huh? That you have to leave him? Well, fine then. Maybe this’ll finally snap him out of it. “

He stood up, giving the tank a quick examination. He grinned impishly. His hand glitched, and there was a knife there. It twirled into a stabbing position, and then—

It shattered. It shouldn’t have, the glass was strong enough to take a stab. But it completely broke, and green liquid rushed out, soaking Anti’s clothes. But that didn’t matter, as they were dry again with another glitch. Completely ignoring the jagged edges of the hole he’d created, Anti reached inside, breaking off a few more pieces, and single-handedly scooped Sam up. He held them close to his chest, and their dim glow brightened a bit. The two of them were opposites, but they were on the same spectrum instead of opposing ones. Thus, just being close could help charge Sam up. They had always been glad of that. Other Sams had Antis that had the reverse effect.

Upstairs, someone was yelling. Anti’s head snapped toward the staircase. He could hear footsteps coming. “Well, we’re gonna leave now,” he said.

He glitched out of the house and ended up on a city street a few blocks away. It was empty, which he was glad of. He looked down at the little eye in his hand. “I’m gonna give you time to recharge a bit,” he explained, “before I take you to where I’ve been staying. Got it?” Sam’s tail flicked, already a bit more energized. “Okay.” Anti reached to the side. His hand disappeared into a glitch in the world, pulling out a backpack like he’d just taken it out of an open school locker. “Gonna have to hide you in here in case someone sees us. Got it?” Another flick. Anti unzipped the top of the backpack and gently placed Sam inside before swinging it over his back.

Where to go now? Well, there was a chance that they’d send someone after Sam, though he couldn’t imagine what they even wanted with them. So somewhere a bit off the beaten path, but still public. A few of them had issues with being caught in public.

Choosing a direction at random, Anti started off. He’d find somewhere. And then he’d get Sam safe. Which, even though they weren’t Jack, was clearly a victory. That’d show them to mess with his…well. To mess with Jack and Sam. And it was a step in the right direction.



Part Nineteen of the PW Timeline
A JSE Fanfic
[This is part of a complete series I wrote from July 2019 to July of 2022. Anti makes a move, leaving everyone in danger.]
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It was a bright morning outside, but Chase didn’t know that. He was inside, sitting at a hastily-done computer setup inside his closet. It was cramped and dark and honestly kind of dusty. But he hadn’t wanted to keep this setup out in the open. Because this was the computer he’d been using to access Anti’s website, and if he kept it out in any other room of the house, he knew he’d keep glancing towards the windows and doors, waiting for something to happen.

Though…nothing HAD happened in the past week or so since he’d first found the website. He’d told the police about it, contacting that detective, Nix, who was in charge of the search for Jackie and JJ. Nix had been really appreciative, saying that this was a helpful clue and the police would be right on it, but he’d warned Chase to not go looking at any websites like this again. “These are dangerous,” he’d said. “And many of them use trackers to gather information or worse.”

Yet here he was. First thing in the morning. Staring at a creepy hitman website while sitting in his closet.

Part of his mind was yelling at him to stop. That even though he’d waited a few days before accessing the site again, that didn’t mean anything. This was dangerous. But…he couldn’t help it. This was the first time he felt like he was doing something, like he was actually helping the search for his friends. So, he stayed there.

His study of the website mostly consisted of scrolling through the anonymous reviews and trying to find ways to look at the source code. Chase…wasn’t that good with computers. Despite the fact that recording videos and putting them on the Internet was his job. He’d basically absorbed all his knowledge from Jack and his editor and only knew how to do things like editing because of that. Anything beyond what was required for YouTube was a mystery to him. But he was trying.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he gasped, then felt silly. It was just a text notification. Sighing at his own jumpiness, he took out his phone and looked at the message on the screen. It was from Marvin. "Hey do you know any quick ways to get food? Other than ordering."

"Oh?" Chase responded. "Are you out of bed this early? Thats a 1st." And he didn’t just mean because Marvin was having trouble getting out of bed recently. Marvin never woke up before ten, even before JJ disappeared, so this was strange.

"Luna was yelling at me because i forgot to fill her bowl last night and i couldnt deal with it anymore so i got up and thought i might as well get breakfast."

"Thats great bro. As for food I bought you some microwave mac n cheese and noodles."

Marvin instantly replied, "I’m not eating fucking noodles for breakfast. That’s weird."

Chase laughed a bit. "Sorry, Marv. I know your sense of order is a big thing for you, but sometimes you need exceptions."

This time, the reply was slow. The typing bubbles appeared and disappeared a couple times before finally: "i just cant. maybe another time."

Ah. Of course, even if he was out of bed, Marvin was still struggling. Chase thought for a moment, then said, "Alright, Marvin. No problem. How bout toast and butter? It takes five to ten minutes depending on how much you want it burnt." That was a frequent go-to for him. "I know u have bread and butter, too."

"Alright. Thanks."

"No problem." Chase paused, then added, "Hey I was gonna go visit Jack again later today. Do u think youd be up for coming with?"

Another long pause. "I dunno. Ask me again when it’s closer to time."

"Got it." And with that, Chase set his phone down and returned his attention to the website.

About an hour later, he gave up. He couldn’t find any clues at all, and reading this was really starting to get to him. Carefully standing up, so as to not knock over the computer setup in the tiny closet, he turned off the monitor and CPU, then edged around to the closet door. He hesitated, feeling uneasy anxiety rolling in his stomach, then slowly opened the door.

Nobody was outside. Well, of course not. He took a deep breath, and stepped out into the hallway. It was time to get ready for the day.

But still, that anxiety followed him. And he couldn’t help but remember the notice that Anti had put at the top of the website. Something about business being closed until something was “taken care of.” That just…sounded very bad. And Chase couldn’t help but think about what might be happening to Jameson and Jackie.
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Nearly a month had passed since Anti had taken JJ. For nearly a month, Jameson had been stuck in this room with Jackie. And with no means of escape that he could see. He’d looked, of course. But even with Jackie’s help, they couldn’t find a way out of the room. The closest thing he could think of was somehow unscrewing the door hinges, and he’d actually spent about a week trying to do that, but without any tools, there was no way those hinges would budge.

The only opportunity that he could see was when Anti visited, which he did often. But even that would be difficult to pull off. Jameson and Jackie might have numbers on their side, but Jackie was pretty weak after almost a year of captivity, and JJ had never been that athletic. Still, he was starting to consider it. Maybe Anti wouldn’t be expecting it, if he could just convince Jackie that they could do it, and if they could find an opportunity…

But even if they were going to try, today would not be the day. Anti had come into the room for one of his visits, which were becoming worryingly frequent, and Jackie had decided to hide in the attached bathroom. Jameson refused to look at Anti, in the vain hope that he’d go away if he didn’t engage.

“Jamie.” Anti pulled a chair away from the table, and then indicated the one across from him. “Come s…sit down.”

Jameson shook his head. He folded his arms, and stayed where he was, standing next to the bunk bed.

Anti stared at him for a while, then sat down. It didn’t ease the tension at all. For some reason, Jameson still felt like he was looming over him. “Alright. F-fine.” He paused. Waiting. Watching him with his mismatched eyes. Today, the fake one was brown, not green. Odd, but it didn’t lessen the intensity of his gaze.

After a few silent moments, Jameson couldn’t take it anymore. He slowly walked over to the table and sat down. God damn it. Why was just the silence enough to get him to respond?

“Ah, there we are.” Anti smiled. “About time. You’re always so…so tense, Jamie, when you really shouldn’t be. I won’t h-hurt you.”

'What do you want this time?' Jameson signed stiffly.

“Why do you keep asking that? I don’t want…anything, I just want to…talk.” Anti leaned back in the chair. “I don’t understand th-this. You’re so…different. And I’m trying, you know. Know. You know—I know, by now, that this wasn’t the best starting point. But I’m trying to…to get everything back to the way it was. You want that, don’t you?” His voice was soft, like he was talking to an easily startled animal. Or a child.

'No, I don’t.' Jameson said firmly. 'I don’t want everything to go back to how it was, because back then, you were making me help you throw bodies in the river.'

“That was a mistake, okay? Oka-ay?” Anti sighed. “I shouldn’t…should never have gotten you involved in all this. So, I’m not going to, ever again.”

Jameson laughed. 'You’re a bit late for that! Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you kidnapped me!'

“That was another mistake, and I’m sorry that you f-f-feel I was out of line. I can see what you…what you mean. But you’d never talk to me otherwise, let alone go anywhere with me.” Anti’s fingers tapped an irregular rhythm on the table. “But I can pr-promise you, no more dead bodies. Ever. Ever again. You’ll be safe.”

He sounded genuine, and JJ had to admit that at least there was still a part of him that cared about—no! Jameson stiffened and pushed away that softening feeling. It didn’t change any of this. Anti still abducted him, and he was willing to bet that ‘safe’ to Anti wasn’t the same as ‘safe’ to him. It would be more of this, most likely. Trapped inside, unable to go anywhere, always under Anti’s watchful eye. Why was he even continuing this conversation? Jameson balled up his hands and shoved them under his arms, physically preventing him from saying anything more.

Anti’s expression shifted slightly. “You’re being so difficult, my god. We’ve been doing this for a-a-a month and gotten nowhere. If you would just li-listen, we could go—past—move past this.” The tapping rhythm increased slightly, nails on wood. “But alright—okay. Fine. Yes. I-I-I have a pro—” And then the tapping stopped. Anti’s eyes suddenly widened. “Oh. That’s it.”

Jameson leaned back a bit, waiting for something. Those last words sounded like a threat. But—

Out of nowhere, Anti slumped forward onto the table. JJ gasped and stood up. In an instant, he was moving automatically, rolling Anti’s head to the side and looking for anything dangerous nearby. There was nothing. Could he breathe? Was this a good position, or should he move him? He should’ve recognized it, Anti was having difficulty with his words, he knew that was a sign—Wait, the watch. The watch he was wearing around his neck, the chain it was on had tightened a bit. JJ grabbed the chain and adjusted it so it was more loose.

A few seconds later, Anti gasped, and pushed JJ away. He stepped back.

“I…fuck.” Anti blinked, eyes glancing around the room. For a moment, he was confused. JJ could see the recognition slowly fade back into his expression. “Thwshnnbad.”

JJ watched anxiously. For a moment, he glanced over towards the door. But…he just couldn’t. Not now. Maybe he was too nice, but it just felt cruel to try and leave after that.

Anti took a few deep breaths, then looked over at JJ. “You helped.”

Jameson hesitated, then nodded.

“Hmm.” Anti didn’t say anything, but there was a look on his face that made Jameson squirm a bit. Almost smug. Almost. There was a fair share of gratitude that prevented it from being fully self-satisfied. Anti reached for his pocket, and after a few tries, pulled out his phone. “That was…not that long?”

'Just a few seconds. Maybe fifteen or so,' JJ said. 'No twitching or jerking.'

Nodding, Anti tapped on his phone for a bit. “It’s…been a while,” he said quietly. “They’re not that bad anymore, you know.”

Unsure what to say, Jameson just nodded again.

A few moments later, Anti took a deep breath, and returned his phone to his pocket. “Anyway. As…I was saying. I have a proposal.”

Immediately, all Jameson’s sympathy was gone, replaced by cold fear. 'What is it?' he asked warily.

Anti didn’t answer for a bit. Instead, he reached inside his jacket, and pulled out a small keycard. “Do you know what this is?”

'A card? Like…for a hotel?'

“No, not for a hotel.” Anti smiled a bit. “Though I guess…it’s sort of like it.” His eyes darted towards the bathroom door, slightly ajar. “He’s been telling you about what happened. With him and the doctor.” It wasn’t a question. So Jameson didn’t answer. But he didn’t have to. “Did you ever meet that doctor?”

Jameson started to shake his head, then reconsidered. 'Once,' he said. 'He thought I was you.'

“We do look similar. Even more so than all these…these doppelgangers do to each other.” Anti tried to twirl the keycard around his fingers, but failed. It fell to the table, and he quickly picked it up again. “So, you only met him once. Hmm…I expected you to interact with him more. You’re part of this…this friend group now. I thought, surely, they’d introduce you to each other. Well, I guess they tried. I’m assuming it didn’t go well.” He paused. “But still. You’re a good person, Jamie.”

'What are you saying?' Jameson almost didn’t want to ask.

“You wouldn’t want anything to happen to him, right?”

Anti fell silent, but Jameson didn’t dare to answer. He couldn’t.

“This keycard happens to give me…access to the hospital where he’s staying,” Anti continued. “I’ve already been there. I know how to get him out.”

'Don’t hurt him,' Jameson said, all color gone from his face. 'Please.'

“That depends on you. Well, and our friend in there.” Anti indicated the bathroom door again. “Originally, I was going to use him, but then I thought, that didn’t stop that doctor woman from leaving. But he might try to leave himself, especially with the two of you…here. Together. So I thought I’d use something that’ll affect both of you.”

'He hasn’t done anything to you. Leave him alone.'

“That doesn’t mean he’ll never do anything,” Anti suddenly snapped. “The cops know I exist now. It’s only a matter of time before they start to ask him questions.” The anger drained away. Now his face was still, unreadable. “Besides, that didn’t stop me before.”

'Why did you even take him in the first place?' Jameson asked. 'Why? It wasn’t for your…work. All of this could’ve been avoided.'

“I was…curious. He thought I was his friend Jack, you know. When I ran into him that night. And I thought to myself, this man is clearly delusional. But I figured it would be easier to play along. After he realized what happened, he explained his whole condition to me, and I wondered. I wondered how I could use that.” Anti’s smile was sharp. “It’s not every day an opportunity like that runs into you on the street.”

Jameson backed away, horrified. Too late, Anti noticed his reaction. And for a moment, he looked hurt. Then angry. Sad. And finally, determined. “Think about what I said.” He stood up, and headed towards the door. For a moment, Jameson considered following him. But he hesitated for a second too long, and Anti was gone, the door locked behind him.

The room was silent. Jameson stood there for what felt like forever. Then he moved, walking towards the bathroom. He slowly pushed open the door, peering inside. “Hmm?” he hummed.

“Down here.” Jackie was sitting on the tile floor, up against the shower in the corner of the room. The bathroom was sparse and small, containing only the necessities of a toilet, sink, and shower, along with a bonus medicine cabinet that was empty. There was nowhere to sit except the floor.

JJ stepped inside. 'Did you hear all of that?'

Jackie nodded silently. His hands were covering his head, fingers digging into his scalp. Tears threatened to spill out of his eyes, and judging by the tracks, a few already had. “H-he can’t—Schneep is going to—he won’t be able to—”

'It’s going to be fine,' JJ said, kneeling next to him. 'We won’t let anything happen to him.'

“The—the only way to make sure of that is—but you can’t—you could get away if you—but not if he’s—”

'It’s going to be fine,' Jameson repeated uncertainly. 'I’ll make sure that it’ll work out. Maybe I can get Anti to listen to me. We can find a way. The police would notice Henrik disappearing, they’ll find us.'

Jackie choked on a sob. He pulled his knees up to his chest and folded his arms on top of them. “They haven’t,” he said quietly. “They’re…not going to.” And he buried his face in his arms, shoulders shaking.

Jameson didn’t have anything to say to that. All he could do was stay close, and hold Jackie tight as he cried.
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It was a lovely day outside. For late-November-near-December, that is. Though the sun shone bright in a cloudless sky, there was still a chill to the air that forced people to wear jackets, or even coats. But Schneep didn’t mind. He hadn’t been outside in so long that anything would feel refreshing.

Silver Hills had itself a back garden where some patients could spend time. It was fenced in, for safety, but it was still quite large. Dr. Laurens had told him the news at the end of yesterday’s session: she’d gotten approval for some supervised time outside. Schneep had been hesitant at first. Some of his old paranoia and fear resurfacing. When he’d been with Anti, he hadn’t been allowed out without permission. And even when he had permission, Anti always found a way to keep an eye on him, either via cameras and GPS or by accompanying him himself. What if—what if this was another trick? A test? And if he failed the test—

No, of course not. Everything was alright here. There were other patients out and about, going on walks along the paths and stopping to look at flowers nearby. Schneep watched them from where he was sitting on one of the garden’s benches. He twirled his medical bracelet around his wrist. They’d also finally decided that he could wear clothes—besides the standard issue white shirt and pants—again. As long as they didn’t have any hard fastenings or dangly bits like strings, but that was understandable. So now the bracelet was the only sign that he was a patient here. Which was the same as everyone else. That…helped, actually. Somehow.

“Schneep? Is everything alright?”

“Hmm?” Schneep blinked, realizing he’d been gone for a while there. Oliver was nearby, as always. In this case, sitting at another bench nearby, far enough away to give Schneep his own space but close enough in case of an emergency. “Yes, I am fine. It is just a bit chilly.”

“Well…you’re not wrong there,” Oliver muttered. The orderly uniform was short-sleeved, and evidently, they weren’t allowed to wear anything over it. His arms were covered in raised goosebumps. “Anything else?”

“No, I was just thinking.” Schneep looked down at his lap. Laurens had given him one of her notebooks and a box of markers. He’d said that he wanted to try drawing, like they’d done in one of their sessions, and she’d been encouraging. So now he was trying to draw the gardens. It was hard. He wasn’t particularly artistic, and he was pretty sure a twelve-year-old could do better than him. But it was…nice. Focusing. Grounding.

Oliver nodded, and went silent. Schneep returned to his paper. The markers were a bit annoying, since they couldn’t be erased. But it was fine. He worked around the mistakes.

Quite a bit of time passed before he was ready to go inside. A few clouds had appeared in the clear sky. Schneep stood up, closing the notebook. Oliver looked over at him again. “Ready to go?”

“Yes, I’m going back to my room.”

“Alright, then.” Oliver stood up as well. “Let’s go.”

They made their way inside, winding through the halls and then up the stairs. It was so good to have his old room back, from before that tiny, featureless room on the first floor. Apparently those rooms weren’t supposed to be lived in for that long, a fact that the lovely Dr. Newson had neglected to mention. But that was in the past. Now he had a window! And some battery-powered lamps, and a bathroom joined to the room, and more furniture than a bed and a single table. It was amazing.

“Alright, here we are.” They stopped outside Room 309 and Oliver unlocked it with a swipe of the key card. It was only ever unlocked when nobody was inside; another difference between this one and the tiny first-floor room. “You remember to push the button if you need anything?”

“Yes, yes.” There was a call button on the wall inside. Pressing it would bring an orderly to the room, hopefully within minutes. “I remember.”

“Great. I’ll be around.”

“Thank you.” Schneep opened the door, adjusting his grip on the notebook and box of markers before heading inside. “I will be seeing you, then.”

Oliver smiled a bit. “Of course. See you.” He waved a bit, then walked off, disappearing down the hallway. Schneep waved after him, pulling the room door closed shortly before he started to turn the corner.

By now, it was solidly in the afternoon, and the sun was shining its beams directly into the window. Schneep blinked in the sudden brightness, then once his eyes adjusted, he walked over to the table and put down the notebook and markers. He opened up to the page with the garden drawing and considered it. Not bad, really. For someone who wasn’t an artist. Jackie and Marvin would’ve done much better. Maybe they could have given him advice, if they were here.

It would be some time before dinner. A little over an hour, judging by the numbers on the digital clock on the table. In the meantime, he could get some reading done. The room had a shelf, and Laurens had been providing him with some books for it. He was just barely starting a new novel, but it had already sucked him in. Yes, that was a good idea. Get through a few chapters of that.

Schneep headed over to the shelf, running his fingers over the spines of the books until he reached the one he was looking for. He was just about to pull it off the shelf when there was a movement in his peripheral vision.

He stiffened instinctually. Even though he’d been seeing strange movement in his vision for years now, he’d only been uneasy about it ever since his time with Anti. But he wasn’t supposed to acknowledge it. It was better that way. Just ignore it, just ignore it, just ignore—

There were footsteps behind him. And he couldn’t help but turn around. The first thing he saw as he turned was the door to the adjoining bathroom. It was open. Hadn’t he left it closed? Could he have not closed it all the way? Then some sort of shift in the air could’ve opened it, causing the movement he saw?

No, that theory was disproved when he saw the second thing of note in the room: a man. Who hadn’t been there before. He was wearing the orderly uniform, but Schneep didn’t recognize him.

No.

No, he DID recognize him.

His eyes were a different color, and his face wasn’t scarred, but there could be no mistaking him. Anti.

Schneep froze. No. No, it wasn’t real. He was just hallucinating. He’d done the same a few days ago, thought he’d seen Anti in the rec room. That couldn’t have been real. So this couldn’t be real. So it wasn’t. If he just ignored the hallucination, it couldn’t do anything to him. Slowly, he turned back around. He reached with trembling hands to take the book off the shelf.

More footstep sounds. He saw in the corner of his vision the image of Anti again. Anti was circling around him to his left, staring, watching, staring, watching—WHY IS EVERYONE ALWAYS WATCHING HIM?!—No, no, don’t let it get to him. It wasn’t real. He pulled the book off the shelf, and knocked down its two neighbors in the process, grabbing those as they fell. It was fine. Everything was fine.

He took a few deep breaths and turned away, taking the three books to an armchair near the window of the room. The image of Anti watched him, watched him with interest, curiosity. He always did that. He’d done it in the beginning, when he’d trapped Schneep in that house with him, always curious about how far he could push his limits.

“Es ist nicht real,” Schneep said to himself. Just a reminder. It couldn’t be real. How’d he get into the room? The front door hadn’t opened, and it was impossible for him to be inside beforehand. The room had been locked. Nobody could get in without unlocking it with a keycard. “Es ist nicht real. Es ist nicht real.” It was impossible.

Footstep sounds. Schneep could see the image of Anti approaching out of the corner of his vision. He didn’t turn his head, and focused on stacking the three books on the window sill. “Es ist nicht real, ist nicht real, ist nicht real, nicht real, nicht real,” he continued to whisper under his breath. “Nicht real, nicht real, nicht real.”

The image reached out and—

It grabbed his arm.

He felt a sharp pain.

Panic flooded his system. Schneep screamed and spun around, picking up one of the books and throwing it at the man. The book connected solidly, hitting with enough force to snap the man’s head back and cause him to let go. He yelled out in pain.

No, someone was here. It wasn’t a hallucination. Someone was here and THEY WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE. Schneep ran across the room, heading for the door.

“You—!” The man recovered quickly, and ran to the door as well. He was faster, and Schneep skidded to a halt as the strange man who looked like Anti blocked the door.

Okay, no door then. Schneep’s eyes scanned the room, and—the call button! Of course! He lunged to the side. The man saw where he was going, and pounced.

Schneep’s hand landed on the button for a split second before the man grabbed his wrist. He started to yell for help, but the man covered his mouth. “Shush,” his voice hissed as he wrapped his other arm around Schneep’s torso.

No! Schneep immediately started struggling, kicking his legs and trying to wriggle free. For a moment, his right arm pulled away, and he hit the strange man in the face. But the man was quick, and recaptured the escaped hand before it could do any damage. “Calm down, you’re going to be asleep in a few moments anyway,” the man said. “Don’t make this hard on yourself.”

That voice—it was—but it couldn’t be. It was impossible—how would he get inside? That—no. Schneep’s thoughts swirled in broken fragments, unable or unwilling to finish and come to the natural conclusion. He shook his head and continued to struggle. The man’s grip was firm. Unbreakable. It was…a familiar feeling.

There was something on his hand. Something powdery, chalky. Like…some sort of makeup. Like…something that could be used to hide blemishes. Or scars. It was on his right hand, the one he’d used to hit the man’s face.

Where Anti’s scars would be.

No…it wasn’t possible. This couldn’t be happening! It wouldn’t be—was it all a trick? All of it? Was he always planning to come back? Or maybe it was all in his head—no. He refused to believe that one.

Strangely, the longer he struggled, the slower his movement became. Sluggish…weak. And Schneep recognized these effects immediately. A sedative? But when…oh. Oh, that sharp pain he’d felt when he had grabbed him…that was a needle, wasn’t it? It was too late, wasn’t it?

Too late…yes, his vision was starting to waver. Schneep gave up on the weak escape attempts. They weren’t doing any good, anyway. Maybe he’d managed to hit the call button, and someone would be coming. Maybe…maybe they could…stop this…help him…please…please…

He looked up into the eyes of his captor and the world faded away.