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Chapter Four of Fantasy Masks
A JSE Fanfic
[This is the first part of an ongoing fic series I started in June 2021. As Chase gets more familiar with the Masked Phantoms and warms up to Jackie and Henrik, they soon give him his first mission as a member of the group. But something...strange...happens.]
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By the time the sun set and everyone started to head towards the cooking fires for dinner, Chase’s arms were aching from the effort of shooting a bow for hours. They felt less like part of him and more like useless things hanging from his shoulders. He was glad the day was over. The whole thing had been a lot to take in, and that training at the end had just made him exhausted physically as well as mentally.

Just like the previous night, Chase lingered around the edges of the cooking fires, instead of actually doing much mingling. It looked like almost all of the Phantoms were here, either getting food or doing the cooking themselves. Most had taken their masks off and had them in their hands or around their necks as they chattered in groups with each other. Chase, however, just waited for more people to clear up so he could feel comfortable getting food. He headed over towards the dragon leg bones that were in the area and sat down near the end, on one of the smaller bones that could serve as a bench. Some time passed, and more and more people arrived.

“Are you actually going to get something, or just sit and stare?”

Chase yelped, and twisted around to see Henrik standing behind him. “Oh. Hello.” He’d almost forgotten that Henrik had said he’d meet up with him at dinner. “How are you doing?”

“I am alright.” Henrik sat down next to him. “I would ask you the same, but I think I can tell everything by the expression on your face.”

“Do I look that bad?” Chase groaned.

“No, not bad. Just tired.” Henrik paused. “Am I right?”

“You’re right.” Chase rubbed his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m still…trying to understand everything. All this about medicine and magic and everything else. And having to prepare for combat, you know? I may be a hunter, but I’ve never fought a person. Unless you count getting into squabbles when I was a kid, and even then, it never came to blows.”

“Oh.” Henrik looked away. “Maybe I should not have insisted you do everything at once. I’m sorry. I thought it would help you to be part of the group, if you knew what you needed sooner, instead of later.”

“No, it’s fine, it’s not you,” Chase hurried to say. “It’s the whole situation. I just need time.”

“Right.” Henrik hesitated, looking like he wanted to say more. But then he shook his head a little, and said nothing.

“What? What is it?” Chase asked.

“Nevermind, if you are feeling overwhelmed, I do not want to add to it—”

“No, please, if there’s anything else, say it now. You’re right, I’d rather have everything laid out at once.”

Henrik sighed. “Well…you see, now that you are all caught up, we usually have you choose where you want to fit in. We have these—here.” His mask was hanging off his belt, and he reached down and picked it up. “You’ve noticed the symbols on the forehead by now, yes? That tells everyone what you do. It’s a helpful shortcut, since we all have different skills.”

“Ah.” Chase nods, recalling the different symbols he’d seen. There was the straight line with the curved lines wrapped around it, the circle with two dots, the X with two dots, and the card suits. “There are four, right?”

“Five, actually,” Henrik corrected. “You probably haven’t seen the fifth up close, ah…” He turned towards everyone else gathered around the cooking fires. “See, look, over there. It’s on Ana’s mask.” And he gestured towards a nearby redheaded woman, wearing a mask in the shape of a floppy-eared dog. The symbol on her forehead was a five-pointed star.

“Alright, five,” Chase nodded. “What do they mean?”

“The one I have here means medicine,” Henrik said, tapping his mask. “Or otherwise, support. We are also all birds so that we can be picked out easily in an emergency. Then the circle and cross are for combat, those are the types who go out on missions.”

“Why are there two?” Chase asked, raising an eyebrow.

Henrik shrugged. “Different skill sets. I’m not sure on the specifics, that is Jackie’s area of expertise. But circles are more direct, I believe. Like warriors. Then the star is for organization, things like records and messengers. And the card symbols mean you are a magic-wielder.”

“And why use the card suits for magic?” Chase pressed. “To my knowledge, card games aren’t magical.”

“Ah—well—w-we didn’t choose that particular symbol,” Henrik said, and then quickly moved on. “Of course, you do not have to choose now. We can put this on the shelf and you can think it over. Oh, but I should tell you now, you cannot have your own mask just yet, with your own chosen animal. You will have to use one of our extras until we get some plaster.”

“That’s fine. I don’t know what animal I’d want to be, anyway.” Chase fell silent for a minute, watching the others gathered around the fires. Someone had started playing an instrument, and the sound of strumming was soon joined in by a few people singing along. Many of them were clearly missing the notes, but they made up for that with the joy in their voices. “Yea, I’ll think about it.”

Henrik nodded, and said nothing, joining him in on watching the others. After a moment, he took a small flask out of a pouch on his belt and drank.

“That can’t hold that much ale,” Chase said. “You wouldn’t get anything out of that.”

At that remark, Henrik spluttered, and almost choked before managing to swallow the mouthful of liquid he’d just taken. “It’s not ale,” he said, voice a bit hoarse. “I-I do not—drink anything of that sort.”

“Oh. Sorry,” Chase said, embarrassed. “I was going to joke about having some, but, um, sounds like it’s…just water, then?”

“No, no.” Henrik capped the flask and put it back in the pouch. “Is medicine, actually. You would not want any.”

“Oh,” Chase repeated. He could tell that Henrik didn’t want the issue pressed any further. And who could blame him, really? Something like that was fairly personal. “Hmm…you know, I was thinking, and…I don’t actually know that much about you, do I?”

“I assure you, you know more than anyone here except Jackie,” Henrik said drily. “Most of the Phantoms know I am a doctor, but not that I travel.”

“I don’t just mean your occupation, I mean a lot more than that. Like, for example, how old are you? Do you have any family? Are you courting anyone? Things like that.”

Henrik started to smile a bit. “I am twenty-nine years old.”

“You’re a year younger than me?!” Chase gasped.

“Hey, I don’t look THAT old, do I?” Henrik nudged his shoulder.

“No, you don’t, really. I just…guess you SEEM it,” Chase said slowly. “You sound and act like you have a lot of experience.”

“Well, thank you,” Henrik said, flattered. “As for family, my parents still live in Alterde. I used to write to them, but not anymore.”

“Why? What happened?”

“Hmm.” Henrik pursed his lips. “It is a long story. What about your family?”

Chase shook his head. “Mam and Dad are gone, have been for years now. I don’t have any siblings. Stacia had a sister, but she went down into the flatlands to become a merchant. So, really, it’s only been me, Stacia, and the kids.” His heart was starting to sink the more he talked, so he quickly moved on. “Can’t help but notice you changed the subject just before you answered my last question.”

“Hmm? And what was that?” Henrik asked, clearly feigning ignorance.

“Ohhhh, I see.” A wide grin spread across Chase’s face. “So, you’re not actively courting anyone, but you’re PINING. Is that it?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Henrik said, not looking him in the eye.

At that moment, someone approached the pair from the side, recognizable even from a distance because of that red cloak. “I’m missing some context, but I think I can figure out what’s going on here,” Jackie said. “Come on, Henrik, everyone knows. I thought Chase needed to be on page with everyone, riiiiight?”

“I—not like—this is—” Henrik stammered for a while, then tried to change the subject again. “What are you holding?”

“Well I saw you two being lonely out here on the edge, so I thought I’d bring you some food.” Jackie was awkwardly holding three plates, two in one hand and one in the other. “Here.” He set two of the plates down on the bone next to each of them. “I hope you like venison, Chase.”

Chase scoffed a bit. “You remember you’re talking to a hunter, right? I was raised on venison.” He picked up the nearby plate, noting the fork balanced on top of the meat. “Elders, you guys must have a lot of dishes.”

“Oh you have no idea,” Jackie muttered. “We rotate cooking and cleaning every week, so remember to check the chore notice by storage to see if it’s your turn to wash them all.”

“I’m already dreading it,” Chase assured him. “Also, I can’t help but notice Henrik still hasn’t answered my question about if he’s courting anyone.”

“Shush,” Henrik said, face slowly growing red.

Jackie chuckled. “Nothing official. He just happens to like a certain someone. But he’s not at this camp, so Schneep’s just been waiting, and I’m sure the moment they’re reunited he’s going to run right at him and profess all his feelings in a poetic—”

“Schwestern verdammit, Jackie!” Henrik threw his fork at Jackie, who just laughed and let it hit him. “Can you not do this?!”

Jackie couldn’t speak, he was too busy laughing. The best he could do was hand him his fork again.

“Well, then,” Chase muttered. “I guess that’s an answer.”

Henrik sighed. “Do not—tell anyone. I suppose everyone…knows already, but please don’t. I am not sure if he’ll…feel the same. And I want to be more sure before he finds out through rumors.”

“Alright, Henrik,” Chase said cheerfully, shrugging. “I understand. Besides, I don’t even know who you’re referring to, so I wouldn’t even know who to talk about.”

“…thank you.” Henrik let out a breath, and glared at Jackie.

“Aw, you love me,” Jackie grinned. He pushed his wolf mask off, and turned to Chase. “And if you’re going to ask me that question, the answer is no, I’m not courting anyone. Don’t have my eye on anyone either, but I don’t have a preference, so I’m sure I’ll find someone eventually. Maybe once things are less busy.”

“Good luck on that, then,” Chase nodded.

Jackie smiled wider. This was the first time Chase had seen him without the mask covering the upper half of his face. There was a small scar next to his right eye, short but straight, probably caused by a blade. And he looked…younger than Chase expected. Much like Henrik, he thought Jackie would be older than him, but he seemed to be the same age as him, if not younger. For a moment, Chase wondered how these two got mixed up in this whole rebellion situation. Were they affected by the King’s actions like he was? Or in some other way? Or something else he couldn’t come up with? And why were their masks the only ones that had color?

Before he could ask any of these questions, Henrik decided it was once again time to change the subject. “Ah, Chase, I have been meaning to ask you.” He cleared his throat. “Would you like to…learn how to read better?”

“Huh?” It took Chase a moment to return to the present. “Well, I guess. It would be helpful to know more. Why, do you want to teach me?”

“A-ah, I don’t know if I would be a good teacher,” Henrik mumbled.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you were pretty good at teaching me,” Jackie said. “And that was while you yourself were still learning the language!”

“You know most of that wasn’t me, it was—” Henrik suddenly stopped, glanced at Chase, and abruptly moved on. “There is more to teaching than just knowing the language.”

“I know, and you were pretty good at it.”

“I was going to say that we would find someone who would have more time on their hands, we are busy—”

“Not as much now that you’re not travelling anymore. Besides, I think it would work best with you two together, you already sort of know each other, and you’re getting along well. It’d just be complicated to shove Chase at someone new, he already met enough new people today.”

Henrik tried to argue further, but Jackie just looked at him, his expression a strange mix of pleading and stubbornness. So, Henrik just sighed, and turned to Chase. “Would you want me to teach you?”

After a moment, Chase nodded. “Yea. Jackie’s right, w-we already know each other, it’ll be easiest.”

Henrik looked up to the sky. “Alright, then. I will find some time, Sisters willing.”

“Great!” Jackie gave Henrik a quick one-armed hug. “Now you two should actually eat the food I brought you. It’ll get cold fast.” And with that, he disappeared back into the rest of the crowd.

Chase watched him go. “He’s…something, isn’t he?”

Henrik laughed quietly. “You are right.” Then he looked at Chase. “So, is that it, then?”

“Reading. Yea.” Chase paused. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Of course it is not. It’s my schedule that is the trouble.” Henrik shook his head. “Now, please. We should eat.”

They ate quietly, and afterwards, Chase went back to his tent. The moment he laid down, he was asleep, too tired to do anything else.
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Time passed. Days, at first, and then weeks. Frost started to linger on the ground, and people started wearing two jackets or cloaks to block out the cold. Personally, Chase was content with his one jacket and hat. Maybe he was more used to the cold than the other members of the Masked Phantoms. Or maybe he was just too busy to feel the chill.

It took him a few more days than expected to decide where he’d fit in. Obviously, he didn’t have any magic, so he couldn’t help with any magic-related tasks. And after thinking about it, he didn’t really have the mind for medicine. There was just so much to remember, not just about medicine itself, but also how the body worked, and he’d have to look after so many people. Sure, he might know a bit about simple injuries and common illnesses, but just the extent to which Henrik and Nemet and all the other doctors had to remember and learn…he didn’t think he was cut out for it. It was a similar case for the more administrative tasks. He’d never been very organized. It didn’t seem like a good fit.

So, instead, he turned his attention to his skills. He was a hunter. So, on some level, combat made sense. It was also the one that involved the most action. Groups and individuals were frequently leaving and returning to camp, many of them wearing masks with the circles or crosses that indicated they were fighters. That was what Chase wanted to do. Direct action. But not too direct. He wasn’t a warrior, after all. And Henrik had described the circles as being like warriors…given the process of elimination, the result was obvious.

But he figured that out quickly. The reason he hesitated to commit to that particular branch of the Phantoms…was because of Lukas. Chase picked up that Lukas and Holly were in charge of the two combat-based branches, with Lukass leading the crosses and Holly leading the circles. And Lukas continued to show a deep mistrust of him that was honestly unnerving. He brought it up with Jackie and Henrik, but they each reassured him that Lukas would learn to get along with him. But…that didn’t seem to be happening. In fact, Chase felt like Lukas was going out of his way to keep an eye on him. Every time Chase went out to the combat fields, Lukas was there, insisting that he show off his bow skills. And sometimes, Chase even thought he could see the fox-masked man following him around camp. But that last part might just be paranoia and mistaken identity. After all, there were many different animal masks at Wyvernlair.

Eventually, Chase realized he might be taking too long to decide, so he gritted his teeth, and told Jackie about his choice the next time he saw him. Jackie was excited, as he usually seemed to be, and took him to storage to pick up one of the spare masks. There were three spares marked with the crosses: a wolf, a mouse, and a hedgehog. Chase didn’t want to choose the same wolf theme as Jackie, so he went for the hedgehog. Stacia had always thought those were cute.

Of course, it turned out that his anticipation of difficulties with Lukas…was entirely correct. He seemed a bit surprised to hear that Chase had decided to join the branch he was in charge of, but he quickly got over that feeling and doubled down on his obvious distrust. Every day, he’d meet Chase at the combat fields, and give him a target range to shoot at…over and over and over. And they got more difficult each day. He said he was trying to improve Chase’s mediocre shooting ability, but Chase got the impression he wanted him to fail.

On the bright side, once he got a mask of his own, even if it was only a spare, everyone else quickly accepted that he was part of the Phantoms. And once that happened, it was easy to get to know everyone. Nemet was already familiar with him, so she’d stop by every so often to check on him, and to insist that he keep his tent in order. Holly regularly intervened when Lukas started to go a bit too far in his ‘archery practice,’ and every so often, gave Chase short lessons in self-defense. Tripp, the sorcerer, kept popping out of nowhere to strike up a conversation about some random topic before disappearing. And of course, Jackie and Henrik were always around.

Somehow, the fact that Chase was getting to know all these people seemed to upset Lukas, making him even more suspicious.

Though, there was something strange that Chase was noticing. As he became familiar with other Phantoms, he got the distinct impression that…something was missing. He wasn’t sure how else to describe it. When he talked to people, they’d sometimes start to say something, then change the subject. How’d they manage to find these dragon bones? Who came up with the idea to make the masks animals? Are there quite a lot of magic-wielders in the group? Questions like that got glossed over, and soon, Chase began to realize there was an empty hole in the Phantoms that nobody wanted to talk about. An empty hole…where a person might fit.

This realization only made him more curious about whoever-this-was who was missing. But if nobody was giving him the answers to the small questions, he doubted they’d say anything if he just bluntly asked about this person. But the thought just wouldn’t go away. Maybe…he could ask Henrik? He seemed the most likely to give him some sort of answer. Perhaps he could bring it up during one of their reading lessons.

The lessons weren’t too bad, really. Chase already knew a fair amount, so they weren’t starting from scratch. He already knew how to put together sentences and could read most commonly-used words. But oftentimes the lessons were short, as Henrik got called away to do something or other really quickly. This meant that progress was still slow, even with Chase practicing on his own.

Where he struggled most was with the new words. He recognized every one so far from speech, but his mind couldn’t match up the spelling with the sounds. Mostly because they were, in his opinion, not spelled how they sounded at all.

In one lesson, he threw the chalk he was using away and exclaimed “Why do they combine the letters?! It would be so much easier to have one letter for every sound!”

“Oh, I do not disagree with you there,” Henrik said, standing up to retrieve the chalk. They’d taken to holding the lessons on the edge of camp, where the trees of the forest once again started to appear. The chalk had hit one of said trees, and Henrik found it quickly. He walked back to his spot next to Chase, sat on the ground next to him, and handed him the chalk

Chase grumbled and pressed the chalk hard into the board they were using. Copying the letters and words was easy, even if his handwriting was a bit crooked and looked like a ramshackle hut next to Henrik’s solidly built houses of letters. But recognizing the words? “Why don’t they change it so it makes more sense?”

Henrik shrugged. “Alphabets do not just change automatically. It is something that happens slowly, over time. From what I understand, the one that most nations use today is put together by combining symbols from many different places. Of course, many nations that are farther away use their own. And even some close by are stubborn to keep their own letters.”

“We should’ve kept our own letters,” Chase muttered.

“Hmm?” Henrik’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing. That doesn’t even make sense. I’m just frustrated.” Honestly, Chase wondered if Glasúil ever had its own alphabet. The single kingdom was once home to several different clans, each with their own customs. They probably each had an alphabet, and when the kingdom was united, decided it was too much trouble to pick one or combine them, so they brought in an alphabet from beyond the island.

“Ah, I see. Well, I think you’re doing very well.” Henrik looked up towards the sky. “But unfortunately, I will have to leave soon.”

“Aw.” Chase erased the words on the board with his jacket sleeve. “Tooooo bad.”

Henrik scoffed. “Well, remember you have to practice words with those combined letters—”

“Yea, I got it, Henrik. Ancient elders, you can be a stick in the ground sometimes.”

Despite Chase’s tone, Henrik smiled briefly. “Before I go, I have to tell you something. Or, well, I should ask first. Are you ready to go on your first mission?”

Chase perked up. In the weeks he’d spent here, he hadn’t gone on one mission to help the Phantoms. The timing was perfect; he was starting to get restless. “Of course. What is it? What do I have to do?”

“Nothing too risky, not for your first time. But recently, we heard that there were…unusual visitors in the surviving mountain villages. The ones more…downhill. Farther from the Greatwoods. It may be nothing, but we should go see. Since you are familiar with the mountains, it seemed a good idea to ask you go to along.”

“It’s a group?” That made sense. If they didn’t want too much risk on his first mission, there would be safety in numbers. “Who else is going?”

“Jackie—”

“Jackie’s going? He could’ve asked me himself.”

Henrik huffed. “He was going to tell you, but he got sidetracked by business, so he asked me to tell you, since I would be seeing you first. Elin is also going, she is a sorcerer. And Kenneth, who is a doctor.”

“Four people.” Chase nodded. “Maybe you should come, too, round it up to five for luck.”

“I am delighted that you’d want my company, but…well, must I really repeat my scheduling problems?” Henrik sighed. “Besides, if Jackie is gone, someone has to be here to make sure everything goes well. I assure you, Kenneth is a wonderful doctor.”

“I’m sure,” Chase nodded. Though he was a bit sad Henrik wouldn’t be coming, he knew it would’ve been difficult. At least Jackie would be there. “When are we leaving? Did Jackie tell you?”

“Two days from now,” Henrik said.

“Oh. That’s sooner than I expected,” Chase admitted.

“You have to account for travel time,” Henrik explained. “I understand the village is three days from here, if you go straight. Possibly four.” He once again glanced up at the sky, and stood up. “Alright, I really must go now. Remember to practice.”

“Yea, I hear you. Be seeing you.” Chase waved Henrik off as he headed back towards the main body of Wyvernlair, passing in between the distant—but still large even this far away—bones of the dragon, and disappearing from sight.

Two days, huh? Chase supposed that was enough time to prepare. Sighing, he stood up, grabbing the board and chalk. And maybe enough time to finally get a hang of some of these letter combinations. He might as well get started now. Once he left for this mission, it would be a few days before he’d see Henrik again for another lesson.
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Two days later, Chase met up with Jackie and the two others, and they set off before the morning frost started to melt. The journey itself wasn’t too exciting. Just a lot of traveling through the woods. The other two people on the mission, Elin and Kenneth—a pair of siblings wearing near-identical goat masks—weren’t very talkative, so Jackie filled most of the silence. The most surprising thing was the number of animals Chase was seeing. The area of the woods around his town had been so empty, even for late fall. But as they moved farther from camp, he saw all kinds of woodland creatures, even a few deer. That was strange.

Something that wasn’t strange, but took some getting used to, was that everyone was carrying weapons. Chase was used to having a bow on his back and a quiver by his side, but it was strange to look at his companions and see them armed as well. Elin had a pair of daggers dangling from her belt, while Kenneth had a single, broad-bladed sword that he carried on his back. Jackie had two swords, one on his back and one on his hip. Chase found that odd, but he was sure Jackie knew what he was doing. Jackie had insisted Chase carry a knife as well as he bow, just in case. So one of the swords must’ve been a spare, ‘just in case.’

But the journey passed surprisingly quickly, and the next thing Chase knew, three days had gone by, and Jackie was gathering the three of them to talk about their approach to the mountain village, called Skytown.

“Alright, we’re going to circle around so we’re approaching from the east, that way it’ll look like we just came from downhill instead of the forest. That won’t be unusual, I understand this village gets a lot of visitors from farther down. Everyone alright with that?”

Everyone nodded slowly. “We would blend in more as visitors if we had horses,” Elin muttered. The few times she’d spoken up on the journey had all been talking about horses.

“Damn it, Elin,” Kenneth sighed. “Do we have to talk about the unsuitable terrain AGAIN?”

“No, no, I was just pointing it out.” Elin paused. “But I still don’t understand why people bring horses up into the north mountains, but not here. They’re both mountains. And the Northavens are much rockier.”

“It’s not about rocks, it’s about sudden ups and downs and the steepness of the slope. People can climb, horses can’t.”

“Alright, you two, break it off,” Jackie said. “Chase, are you on board with us?”

Chase nodded. “Um…can I say something, though?”

“What?” Jackie asked.

“I think I should stay back. If you’re planning to pretend to be visitors from the flatlands, that is.”

“Hmm?” Jackie tilted his head. “Interesting. Why?”

“Well, something I’ve noticed is that all of you from the flatlands talk differently than me,” Chase said. “Not too much, but it’s noticeable. See, just the fact that I call the rest of the kingdom ‘the flatlands’ would give away that I’m actually from the mountains. So, if you’re going to pretend to be visitors, I should stay back, because I’d give it away.”

“You could just not talk,” Elin suggested.

Chase considered this. “I guess that could work…but it might be hard.”

“Let’s talk about it again when we’re out of the forest,” Jackie said. “C’mon, get moving everyone. We’re almost there.”

By now, the colorful autumn foliage of the trees had mostly fallen off, making a carpet of brown leaves on the forest floor and leaving the branches above bare in many places. And Chase had noticed that the trees were starting to spread out, less close together like they were deeper in the forest. Jackie was right; they were almost to the edge of the forest. Though the area itself was unfamiliar to Chase, it felt similar to home.

While looking around these surroundings, he saw something move. He almost missed it, on the very edge of his vision. Chase stopped, turning to look. Was that…a deer?

“Chase! Keep up!” Jackie called.

“Sorry!” Chase looked away for a moment, hurrying to catch up with the others. When he glanced back, the deer-shaped thing was gone.

Soon, the trees thinned out, and the four of them stood on the edge of the forest, overlooking the mountain village Skytown. It was quite a bit bigger than the Hilltown Chase called home. All the buildings were solid stone, large enough for at least four rooms, with thatched roofs that hadn’t been present back in Hilltown. People still bustled about, but their clothes were a bit nicer, with less patches. Was this because Skytown was downhill, closer to the rest of the kingdom?

“Nothing looks strange from up here,” Kenneth said, shielding his eyes against the sun. “What would these unusual people look like?”

“The reports said they were dressed nicely, almost nobly,” Jackie said. “And there was at least one of them wearing the royal crest.”

Elin raised an eyebrow. “I see.”

“Alright. Chase.” Jackie turned to look at him. “Do you still want to stay behind?”

“Um…” Chase hesitated. Stalling for time, he once again looked around the forested surroundings. Back home, the trees almost curved around Hilltown, leaving only one side that was open. Here, it was the opposite. Most of the area around Skytown was open, covered in grass and rocks, and the forest was only to the west. It felt a bit strange, seeing all that wide, clear space.

Idly, Chase looked over his shoulder. And froze. There was a deer there. Some ways away, blending in with the brown forest, mostly hidden by the trunks of the trees. But its antlers…they drew his eyes. Gilded. Golden. And from there, he noticed that the deer was looking right at him.

His heart stopped.

“Chase? Is everything okay?” Jackie asked, concerned.

“Y-yes.” Chase turned back around. “I…think I’ll stay back here. I’ll be the cavalry. If something happens, just send me a sign, I’ll come running.”

“Are you sure?” Jackie asked. “You don’t want to get closer, at least?”

“No, this is the only place nearby with cover,” Chase insisted.

Jackie looked unsure, but he nodded. “Alright. We’ll send you a sign, somehow.”

“I could do that,” Elin said, wiggling her fingers.

“We won’t be long, though. Be on the lookout.” Jackie turned to the others. “Alright, masks off and hidden. We want to look normal. If there’s an emergency, put them on first before anything else.” The other two nodded, and he looked back at Chase. “We’ll be back soon.”

Chase nodded, taking a step back into the forest. “Good luck.”

He watched as they hid their masks behind their cloaks, then headed out, circling around the village, eventually shrinking into the distance. The moment they were gone, he turned back around.

The deer was still there.

In fact, it was closer.

What was he supposed to do? “Is this…is this because I almost shot you that night?” he finally asked, voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know it was you. Had I known, I never would’ve taken aim.”

The deer’s ear flicked. Its head moved side to side, as if shaking ‘no’ in response to his question.

“Then…what? What is it?” Chase waited, but didn’t get another response. He blinked. And suddenly, the deer was even closer. “I-if I’ve done something to wrong you, or any of the Elders, I-I sincerely apologize, and assure you it was done in ignorance, not malice.”

Another shake of the deer’s head. He blinked again, and suddenly it was right in front of him, close enough that he felt hot breath on his face. It was an unusually large deer. Most of the ones he’d encountered had their head reach his chest, not counting the antlers. But this…the deer’s eyes were level with his, large and unfathomably dark.

His head started to spin. The ground tilted beneath his feet, but he didn’t fall. For a moment, everything was alive. The forest floor was breathing, the rocks were mumbling, the trees were staring at him, the sky above was filled with a foreign presence. The world was vast, it was living, and he could reach out and touch the soul of everything.

Then the deer blinked. And Chase gasped, staggering backwards, losing his balance and landing hard on his back. Groaning, he sat up again. Wait a minute…had the sun changed position? He could’ve sworn it was closer to the eastern horizon a few seconds ago. The difference wasn’t large, but it was noticeable. Confused, he looked back at the deer.

It blinked again, slowly. Then it looked away from him, towards something behind him. Its head moved up…and down. Like a nod. Chase, turned around.

There was a plume of smoke rising into the sky from the village.

Chase gasped, and scrambled to his feet. He glanced back over his shoulder, but the deer was gone. What had that all been about? No, this wasn’t the time. If anything was a sign, that was it. He made sure that he still had his bow and quiver with him—of course he did—and pulled the hedgehog mask onto his face. Then, he ran.

The town wasn’t quite in chaos yet, but it was getting close. The townsfolk were shouting and pointing, but not fleeing in panic. He got more than a few baffled looks as he passed through, but he ignored them, and headed towards the fire, near the village center. And the closer her got, the more people he ran past who were, in fact, fleeing in panic.

By the time he reached the center, the air was filled with smoke. He skidded to a halt, taking a moment to breathe through it.

The center was taken up by a wide square, with a well in the middle. It was the buildings around this square that were on fire, their thatched roofs aflame…as well as the stone walls. Chase was taken aback by the familiar, strange sight. But then he turned his attention to the few people in the square.

A fight had broken out. Or, more accurately, three separate fights, one for each of his masked companions. Nearest to him, Kenneth had pulled out his sword and was dueling with a man. A man wearing a black tunic with the royal crest on the back. And it looked like this man considerably outmatched Kenneth in skill, because he kept forcing him to back up. Across the square, Jackie was also in a battle of swords, but his battle was very different. Three people—two men and a woman—were attacking him, but he was easily holding his own, dancing around them in a whirl of scarlet cloak. And he was using both swords. Chase had never seen or heard of anything like it, but the way Jackie was moving, you’d think there’d never been any other way to use a sword, other than in pairs.

The strangest fight was happening in the middle of the square, around the well. Strange because there were no weapons being used. Instead, this was a battle of magic. Elin and another woman were circling each other, with the well in the center. The strange woman had something in her hand, something glowing, and she’d pull some of that glowing light away from the object and hurl it towards Elin. The moment the glow left her hands it became a raging ball of fire, but Elin was expertly drawing water from the well in fluid streams, shaping it to shield her. She kept glancing back at the burning buildings, but when she tried to send water that way, the strange woman would throw another fireball that she had to deflect.

Nobody had noticed Chase yet. Taking advantage of that fact, he quickly pulled an arrow from his quiver and nocked it on his bow. He got ready to loose the arrow, but hesitated. He’d never shot at a person before.

At that moment, Elin glanced back at the fire again, and her shield of water wavered. The strange woman threw another fireball, hot enough to fly through the weak shield without disappearing. Elin screamed as it hit her shoulder.

And Chase snapped to action, shooting his arrow towards the strange woman. It landed in her back, and she screamed as well.

The man in the black tunic stopped his duel with Kenneth, spinning around. “Lady Tinechroí!” he shouted. And the moment he was distracted, Kenneth turned and fled. He ran towards Elin, who had fallen to the ground, clutching her shoulder.

The other three strangers attacking Jackie also stopped to turn, and in that moment, Jackie brought one of his swords down on one of the two men, wounding him in a splash of red. The other two cried out, and Chase nocked another arrow, shooting towards the other man. That arrow hit him in the leg, causing him to bend over, and Jackie hit him in the back of the head with the hilt of his other sword. Then he turned quickly to block an attack from the woman, the last attacker.

“YOU.”

The single word was filled with venom, and Chase immediately knew it was directed at him. He turned to look. The strange woman, the one he’d shot in the back, was now leaning against the well for support. In that moment, Chase managed to take in a few details about her. Pale blonde hair, pulled back in a braid. Unnaturally bright blue eyes. Wearing a purple tunic and trousers that were embroidered with gold, looking very fine. In her hand, she held a silver brooch with a red gem in the center. And then the gem started to glow. In a split second, that glow ran up the woman’s arm and into her body. She glowed bright white, and pointed her other hand at him.

Chase immediately turned and leaped behind the nearest building. A bright white bolt hit the corner near where he’d been standing, breaking off the stone, showering him in pieces of broken wall. “Shit!” he shouted, covering his face just in time to block a fist-sized stone piece.

“We need to get out of here!” Jackie yelled. Chase peeked around the broken corner at the sound of it. The man in the black tunic and the woman who’d been fighting Jackie were now helping the other, strange woman stand, supporting her. A similar situation was happening with his own companions. Jackie and Kenneth were helping Elin up, as she weakly directed streams of water from the well onto the burning buildings nearby: not fully putting them out, but making the flames smaller.

Jackie saw Chase peeking around the corner. He pointed to the left. Chase nodded, and ran, heading away from the burning.

Townfolk were also running, but they were heading towards the burning, many of them carrying buckets. Chase noted them briefly, scanning the area for Jackie and the others. He spotted them a few minutes later, heading towards the three of them as Jackie and Kenneth carried Elin between them. The moment he was within earshot, he shouted, “What happened?!”

“Later,” Jackie said, tilting his head towards the edge of town.

“Oh. Yes.” Chase glanced back towards the blaze, uncertain. The townsfolk could handle that, right? They seemed prepared. And it wasn’t that big a fire, comparatively. But still, he felt uneasy as the four of them turned away.

They reached the edge of the forest and kept going. And going. Once the town was out of sight and the trees were close together once again, they relaxed a bit. Kenneth started digging through his bag, pulling out small bottles of salves. Elin sat by one of the trees, wincing at the burn that covered most of her shoulder. Jackie sheathed the sword he still had out and breathed a sigh of relief. “That was bad.”

“What was all that about?” Chase asked once again. “You were in town for one minute and suddenly there was fire!”

Jackie gave him an odd look. “Um…we were in there for much longer than one minute.”

Really? It hadn’t seemed like it. “Well, still, what happened?”

Jackie’s expression darkened. “They knew we were coming. I’m not sure how, but they did. Maybe they saw some of our scouts a while ago? Either way, we went into town and started searching. We looked over the whole place a couple times, but didn’t go inside anywhere. Then, out of nowhere, they burst out of one of the houses and attacked us. That wizard started throwing fire everywhere, it was a disaster.”

“A wizard, huh?” Chase whistled. “Wow. Who was she? They called her Lady—”

“Tinechroí,” Jackie muttered, bitterness lining his expression and voice.

“Um…well, yes. So she’s a noble.”

“That’s not surprising, the King has many of them in his pocket.” Jackie sighed. “Thank the elders you decided to stay in the forest. Though it must’ve gotten boring, being out there for that long by yourself.”

“…no, it wasn’t, not really,” Chase said uncertainly. “To be honest, I…lost track of time. How long were you in town?”

“Not sure. An hour, maybe.”

“Ah.” That…didn’t make sense. Chase could’ve sworn he was only waiting for a minute. But…in that minute, the deer had done something strange to him. Was it possible that more time had passed, and he just didn’t realize? “Well, thank the elders.” Quite literally, perhaps.

Jackie nodded. “We should start heading back now. I think Elin is stable now, but we should get her back to Wyvernlair quickly, just in case.”

“Yea. Let’s go.”

As they headed back, Chase remained quiet, thinking about his encounter with the deer. This was the second time he’d seen it, and the first time had been the night Hilltown burned. What did the deer want? What was its goal?

He stayed silent for the entirety of the three day journey back to camp.



Part Fourteen of the Switch AU
A JSE Fanfic
[This is part of an ongoing fic series I started in April 2019. With several new, and urgent, developments, the group meets together to decide what to do. Afterwards, Jameson tries to make things easier for everyone by going out on his own.]
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" We have to have a meeting about all this. In person. Tomorrow at five?"

Jameson reread the message again, then glanced at the clock. “They’re all late,” he muttered.

“‘T is only ten minutes, Jems,” Marvin said from his usual chair in the corner of the living room. Looking down at the nearby table, he was concentrating on trying to stack playing cards into some sort of structure—a feat made more difficult while he had Mr. Fluffington asleep on his lap. “They’ll be here.”

“Yeah…you’re right,” JJ nodded, placing his phone down on a nearby table. Still, he couldn’t sit down. Sighing, he picked up a book sitting casually on the table surface, opening it and skimming through the contents. “Do you think I have time to get some practice in before they arrive?”

Marvin looked up, glancing down at the book JJ had picked up, taking in the purple cover edged with gold. He immediately frowned. “If t’at’s the book I think it is, no. No, you don’.”

JJ snapped the slim volume shut. “Well, you sound rather disapproving all of a sudden.”

“The last time you tried t’at sort of spell, you were coughing up feathers for a week,” Marvin reminded him.

“Yes, but if I practice, I’ll be able to ACTUALLY turn into an animal.” The study of animal transformation was fascinating. It was a complicated magic that you had to be very precise with, lest something go wrong and you get stuck.

“And t’en you’ll get stuck,” Marvin said, placing another two cards on the structure to make a triangle. “And I’ll have t’tell ev’ryone why you’re a bird and feed you little birdseed. And keep Mister from huntin’ you down.”

JJ chuckled. “Mister doesn’t seem like the hunting type. He seems to prefer, you know, sleeping.”

“Hey, you’ve seen him with t’ose little feathered toys on string!” Marvin looked down at the cat on his lap and started petting, running his fingers through Fluffington’s long fur. Soon after, Fluffington opened his eyes and yawned widely. “Oh no, I’ve awoken him! Did I disturb ye, Mister? So sorry.”

Fluffington got to his feet, stretching his back. He turned in place, until his eyes landed on the house of cards Marvin had been making. “Hey, no,” Marvin said warningly. “Don’ you dare.” Of course Fluffington didn’t listen and hopped onto the table, batting at the cards with his front paw. “Mister! No!” Marvin picked up the cat and twisted away. “I trusted you!”

JJ outright laughed at this. “Ah, one of cat’s most primal instincts: smack the thing.”

Marvin sighed, and leaned over to set Fluffington on the ground, where he immediately began wandering. “Now I have t’pick up fifty-four cards.”

“I thought there were only fifty-two cards in a deck.”

“T’is one has two jokers. And a rules card, but t’at’s still in the box.” Marvin began sweeping the fallen cards into a pile. “Some decks have as many as six jokers, which, by the way, were orig’nally made to be the highest level card in the game Euchre.”

“Really?” JJ leaned back against the table. “Never heard of that one. How do you play it?”

Marvin looked up, about to answer, but then the doorbell rang. “Ah. Well, t’at’ll be the others. I’ll explain it t’you later. Can you get t’at?”

“Sure. Be right back.”

Jameson walked over to the front hall, opening the door. The moment the entrance was wide enough, Anti shoved his way inside. “Okay, we’re all here? Good? Let’s go then, where’s Marvin?” he said. Anti looked a little bedraggled. His hair was a mess and his jacket and shirt rumpled, like he’d slept in them. He was holding a green backpack with a scene of cartoon dinosaurs printed on it.

“Living room,” JJ said, gesturing back towards it.

Anti nodded, hurrying over. JJ threw the door open the rest of the way for the other two.

“Sorry we are late,” Schneep said, walking inside. “We had the idea to pick Anti up, but he’d already gotten on the bus, so he got off and we had to find him—it was a whole thing.” Jackie entered behind him silently, the hood of his hoodie pulled up over his head. He seemed a bit pale.

“It’s fine, let’s just get started,” said JJ. The three of them entered the living room. Schneep and Jackie sat down next to each other on the sofa, while Anti remained standing, clutching the small backpack in his hands. JJ walked in, also still standing. He cleared his throat. “Right. So. We all know why we’re here. Why don’t we just…cut to the chase?”

“Do you guys remember those detectives?” Jackie suddenly asked.

“The ones who keep askin’ you for a lead?” Marvin asked, busying his hands with getting all the cards into a single stack.

Jackie nodded. “I mean, they stopped, but yeah. Anyway, you’re not gonna believe what they’re—”

“Oh my god, those two are the ones looking for the kids?!” Anti scowled. “Hmm, yes, I’m sure they’ll be fucking FANTASTIC at that.”

“Well, for police, they seem to actually do their jobs,” Schneep mumbled.

“Not in a situation like this,” Anti said darkly. “You all saw the photos I sent. We KNOW who’s behind this.”

The room fell silent. Jameson resisted the urge to pick up his phone and look at the group chat again. Anti had sent pictures of what happened to his apartment: the way it had been turned upside down and smiles had been scrawled on the walls. That had been…ominous. And more than that, it felt like a taunt.

Schneep cleared his throat. “Well. Michelle and Will disappeared the night before last. There has been nothing since then, not from normal kid-taking types or from the Distorter. We…have no leads,” he finished quietly.

Another silence. “Quite…grim, isn’t t’at?” Marvin asked tentatively.

“Okay, idea,” Anti said. “We talk about the OTHER thing and come back to this.”

Everyone made various noises of agreement. “So, then…” Jameson coughed awkwardly. “Anti. About this weird…eyeball…thing.”

“Way ahead of you,” Anti said, unzipping the backpack. As soon as it was open, a ball of glowing green shot outward. Jackie and JJ made near-identical shrieks of surprise. The floating eyeball hovered in the middle of the room, twirling as it looked around. “Second item of business: this fucking thing!”

“Jesus,” Marvin breathed. “What…what is it?”

“It is clearly an eyeball,” Schneep pointed out.

“No, I mean—” Marvin sighed. “What…is it? Why is it like…t’is? Alive? And big? And glowing?”

“I’ve been doing some research,” Jameson said, picking up his phone and unlocking it. “There are some magician-run websites online that have been helpful. But I can’t find any references to a living, glowing green eye, so it’s not an established magical creature, and therefore probably unique. And if it’s unique, it’s called a ‘being.’” He shrugged. “Simple, broad term that can cover a lot of different things. Basically, it’s magic, and it’s intelligent, but it probably wasn’t ever human at some point.”

“Very helpful,” Anti remarked.

While the others were talking, the eyeball was flying about, seeming to examine the room. At one point, it crept up close to Mr. Fluffington, who was sitting on the floor by the couch. Fluffington leaned forward to sniff the eyeball, and seemed to accept it as not a threat. He did try to smack it, but the eyeball dodged just in time, flying back over to hover near Anti’s head.

JJ lowered his phone. “Well, look, all I’m saying is that we’ve never seen anything like this before. So to the rest of the world, it doesn’t exist.” He laughed bleakly. “Seems we attract that. Never before have we seen a time traveler, a vigilante with shock abilities, and a zombie-like thing that can hypnotize people.” The laughter died into a disappointed sigh. “Which means we…don’t have any outside help with this.”

Jackie kept watching the eye as it moved. “At least this thing seems friendly,” he pointed out.

Anti nodded in agreement. “Yeah. It can, uh, understand what we’re saying. Right, um…Mr. Eye?” The eyeball looked over at Anti and bounced.

“Why are you assuming it’s a guy eye?” Jackie asked.

“I was thinking it was a girl,” Schneep said. “Do not know why.”

“Okay, gender neutral eye,” Anti said. “Mx. Eye. Anyway, we can talk to them. They can’t talk back, though. Or can they?” He reached into the backpack again, and pulled out a folded board.

Marvin leaned over to get a better look at it. “Oh jesus, Anti…” he said. “Is t'at…a ouija board?”

“Yes, it is,” Anti said defensively. “I bought it for a Halloween video last year and immediately shelved it until now. Figured it could work to communicate with our eye friend, cause it has all the letters and shit. What, are you gonna scold me about summoning ghosts?”

Marvin rolled his eyes. “Ouija boards are toys an’ parlor tricks. I jus’ never thought you woul’ be one to buy one.”

“You mock ghost summoning, but we know magic is real,” Schneep argued. “Who is to say ghosts are not?”

“That’s debatable,” JJ said. “I mean, necromancers can summon spirits, but ghosts are a different thing. And also as far as I’m aware, ouija boards are bullshit.”

Anti made a strangled noise. “Jackson! You swore!”

“Yes, I can swear,” JJ said defensively. “It’s not like I”m incapable, I just don’t like to.”

Marvin chuckled. “Yet ouija boards got you worked up enough to allow it.”

“Alright, let’s move on,” Jackie said. “We have a ouija board. How’re we gonna use it?”

Anti slung the backpack over his shoulder and glanced around the living room. He then pulled one of the end tables over towards the center of the room. In the process, he nearly caused the lamp on said table to fall over. Jameson let out an alarmed, strangled noise, and rushed over to catch the lamp. “Why don’t you have a coffee table, Jackson?” Anti muttered. “That would be easy.”

JJ was too relieved that he’d caught the lamp to answer, so Marvin jumped in. “It doesn’ fit wit’ the style of the room,” he said.

“Fuck style, be practical. You need a central table for moments like this.” Anti put the ouija board down on the table surface. Schneep and Jackie scooted closer to get a better look of it, while Marvin leaned forward for the same purpose. JJ sent the rescued table lamp down on the floor and walked over. “Alright. Mx. Eye,” Anti looked over at the eyeball, hovering nearby. “You can use this to spell out words, okay?” The eyeball bounced. “Okay. That’s a yes. Now…what should we ask?”

“Do you have a name?” JJ asked.

The eyeball darted down, hovering over the ouija board and looking down at it. They landed on the YES square.

“Good. So, can you tell us what it is, then?” JJ prompted.

The eye flew back into the air, circling around the board for a moment. Then they darted about, pointing at letters with the end of their retinal nerve. They spelled out S-A-M.

“Sam?” Schneep repeated. “That is not the name I was expecting. Not very…magical-sounding.”

“Nice name, though,” Jackie muttered. “Gender neutral.”

“Sam,” JJ repeated. “Well, Sam. Is there anything you want? With us?”

Sam bounced, and spelled out H-E-L-P.

“Wait, does t’at mean YOU need help, or you want t’help US?” Marvin asked.

After a moment’s pause, Sam landed on YES again.

“So…both?” JJ asked.

Again, Sam bounced, landing on YES.

“Well, what do you need help with, then?” Anti asked, a bit impatient. “Cause all you’ve been doing is running around my apartment and sometimes staring at me creepily.”

Sam looked down, almost seeming embarrassed. They shot up and spelled out L-O-S-T.

“You’re lost?” JJ asked. Sam bounced a YES. “Well, I’m not sure how we can help you with that. I suppose we could take you back to where you’re from, but…we’re sort of in the middle of…a situation. Do you know that?” Sam glanced at Anti, then bounced YES again.

“Unless you t'ink you coul’ help us with t'at?” Marvin asked.

Sam considered this, then spelled out I L-O-O-K.

“Okay, the flying eyeball’s offering to help us search,” Anti muttered. “Great. Fantastic. What the fuck are our lives?”

“Anti shut the fuck up,” Jackie suddenly snapped. “Our kids are MISSING and we’re gonna do every-fucking-thing we can to find them, and if the magic eyeball is offering to help we’re going to take it! Okay?”

Anti stared at Jackie, eyes wide. He took a step back. “I…didn’t mean to say that we weren’t going to,” he said slowly. “I just…it’s weird. I don’t know. Sorry.” He folded his arms around himself, shoving his hands underneath his armpits. “I mean, they can help. They managed to follow me all night, so they’re…capable. Never mind. Sorry.”

Jackie exhaled slowly, rubbing his eyes under his glasses. “No, I’M sorry,” he muttered. “Didn’t mean to yell. I’m just…freaking out.” Schneep scooted closer to him, reaching out as if to put an arm around him, but hesitated. Jackie leaned into his side, and Schneep pulled him closer.

“Alright, alright, so Sam’s offering to help look,” Jameson said, redirecting the conversation. “That’s good. We can look, too.”

“Eh…Jems…” Marvin said slowly. “You wouldn’ happen to have…a crystal ball or somet’ing?”

“What?” JJ looked over at him. “Well, there’s one that I use as a prop sometimes, but it’s in storage at Jewett. Why?”

“I was jus’ t’inkin’…” Marvin leaned back in his chair. “T’at…maybe there woul’ be some way to use t’at to look for the kids? Magically? I mean, isn’ t’at what crystal balls are used for in fairs and carnivals? True, it’s usually for seein’ the future, and I’m pretty sure fortune tellers are scams, but…somet’ing like t’at?”

Jameson blinked. “There is scrying. That’s a form of magic. We wouldn’t necessarily need a crystal ball, just something reflective. We could pour water in a bowl, and—oh my god, why hadn’t I thought of that sooner?” He hit his forehead with his hand.

“This is a whole mess, Jamie, we have all been distracted,” Schneep said. “Is not your fault.”

“Can we do that now?” Anti asked. “We’re all already here, might as well—shit!” Sam had flown up and tried to land on Anti’s shoulder, but at the slightest touch, he’d started and instinctively tried to smack them away. Luckily, they jumped off at the right moment. “Don’t…don’t do that,” Anti said to them. “Not from an angle where I can’t see you.” Sam bounced.

“Yes, we could do that now,” JJ said slowly. “I know one of my books have a scrying spell in it…we’d need something that belongs to one of the kids—”

“Got that,” Anti said shortly, clutching the strap of the small backpack he’d brought Sam in.

“Um…right. Then we’d just need a bowl of water, which we definitely have.” JJ headed towards the living room entrance. “Why don’t I find the book I had the spell in, and you guys all move to the dining room? I’ll meet you there.”

Okay a few minutes later, the group had gathered around the dining room table. JJ was sitting in one of the chairs, scanning the instructions for a scrying spell on page 239 of the spellbook he’d found. On the table in front of him were the backpack and a wide bowl full of water. “So I think I understand,” JJ said. “There’s no incantation, but not all magic needs one.” He looked over his shoulder. “It might be easier if you two would stop hovering.”

Anti and Schneep, leaning over his shoulders, immediately backed away in unison.

“So how does this work?” Jackie asked, sitting in the chair to JJ’s right.

“Well if this works, there will be an image in the water that’ll tell us where the kids are,” JJ explained, closing the book. “If it doesn’t…well, there won’t be, I guess.”

“Let’s jus’ hurry it up, t’en,” Marvin said, sitting on JJ’s left.

“Right, right.” Jameson exhaled deeply, placing his hands on either side of the bowl. It would just take a little magic push for this to work…

A pressure built up behind his eyes, and he soon felt his fingertips tingle with magic. The water in the bowl slowly turned blue, the color spreading through the water like dye. Then it started swirling on its own, a miniature whirlpool starting to grow in the ceramic bowl. JJ quickly broke one hand away from the bowl and touched two fingers to the edge of the backpack. Pulling them away, he left a trail of teal—not the usual color of his magic, interesting—in the air. He tapped his fingers on the side of the bowl, and a streak of teal found its way into the whirling blue liquid. That was what the instructions said should be happening. And now, he just had to concentrate on the kids.

At this point, Jameson couldn’t have looked away from the water if he tried. He couldn’t even blink, eyes fixed on the whirling water as it began glowing. The water swirled violently, picking up speed and throwing droplets high, yet it never spilled over the edge of the bowl.

And then suddenly, it all stopped. The water suddenly smoothed over into a glassy surface, the blue glow fading. Jameson saw his reflection, as well as the reflection of the others, leaning close. Then the reflections faded, turning into a vignette on a blue background. The scene shown in the water was blurry, oddly out of focus, and in colorless grayscale. It looked like the image was moving, traveling down a suburban street like someone out for a walk. The image picked up speed, homing in on a certain location. Then it stopped. The scene blurred, streaks of gray smearing. And when it cleared, it was rushing forward. The group watched as the scene flew out of the city and into the empty fields that bordered the town on one side. Then, abruptly, it faded away into gray fog. The water turned to solid ice in less than a second, cracking the rim of the bowl.

Silence filled the room. Jameson squeezed his eyes closed and opened them again several times, getting used to moving his eyes again. “What…was that?” Anti asked, a note of…was that fear in his voice?

“Was t’at what the spell was s’posed to do?” Marvin asked.

JJ turned to the scrying spell in the book again. “Well, not exactly. It says that sometimes if you’re trying to lock down something that’s somehow magically protected, the spell might ‘wander’ about looking for it for a while. And if it can’t find anything, it’s supposed to just…fade away? There’s nothing there that says anything about that…change of direction.”

“Maybe that was the wandering the book meant,” Schneep said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

“Why’d it turn into ice?” Anti took a few steps backward. Sam, previously hovering nearby, flew over to him. “That doesn’t seem like something that’s supposed to happen.”

“No, I don’t think it was,” Jameson muttered.

“Do you t’ink…Distorter is outside the city?” Marvin asked hesitantly. “Maybe he took the kids away.”

“It’s a possibility.” JJ bit his thumbnail, anxiety working at his stomach. “I suppose, with his powers, he might be able to somehow interfere with the scrying. If we really wanted, we could find another magician to try again, but I don’t think anything will change.”

“Okay, so what do we do about it?” Anti asked. “Are we supposed to check out that field outside the city or something?”

Jackie, who’d been unusually quiet the whole time, frowned, and mumbled, “That’s not…”

Everyone looked at him. “Is…is there something you want to say, Jackie?” Schneep prompted gently.

Jackie folded his arms, grabbing the fabric of his hoodie and balling it in his fists. “I just…don’t recognize…that place,” he forced out. “I-I thought I…I would.” He shook his head. “They…they might be somewhere else. Which is…is good, really. It’s good that they’re not…there.”

The air felt heavy. The other four all looked at each other with varying expressions of sympathy. “Right, it’s very good,” Jameson finally said. “So…perhaps if we check this field out, we may find a clue to where they actually are.”

“We might,” Schneep said. “Or it could be a trap.”

“Yeah, if Distorter somehow messed with the spell, I wouldn’t fucking put that past him,” Anti added.

“So what I’m hearin’ is we be more cautious t’an not,” Marvin summarized.

JJ frowned. “Well…I still think we should see if there’s anything there. We don’t know that Distorter was interfering with the scry. Obviously we be careful, but we shouldn’t avoid it altogether.”

Anti rubbed his temples like a headache was beginning to form. “Yeah, I get that, what we just need to do is make a plan for when we go there.”

Jackie laughed dully. “Right yeah. Let’s—can we do that tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?!” Marvin repeated, straightening. “Time is of the essence here! We can’ just sit around—”

“I know we can’t!” Jackie snapped. “I’m not saying we do! I just—we’ve done a lot today—”

“And we shoul’ keep goin’ while we’re here!” Marvin insisted. “Might as well hit him tonight! If we’re lucky we can—”

“If we’re lucky,” Jackie repeated, leaning across the table. “We might not be lucky at all! This could be a trap, remember? We—we’re not losing anyone!”

“If we don’t hurry, who knows what’ll happen?!” Marvin emphasized, leaning forward as well. “They’re KIDS! Are we leavin’ kids t’ere?!”

“No, we are NOT doing that!” Jackie slammed his palms on the table surface. “I don’t WANT to wait, but I don’t WANT any of you to have to—any of you to be taken, either! It’s a risk, but we can’t afford it if anyone else ends up like—like that! With him!”

“Oh, well, you’re a bit feckin’ late if ye don’ want anyone else to be affected by him!” Marvin drawled. “By about a few years—or a few decades, depending on what actually happened t’ere, I don’ remember! They are children. Will we let them alone in t’is situation?!”

“That’ is not what we’re doing!” Jackie shot to his feet. “What, you can’t wait a day?! So impatient! We need a PLAN, Marvin! Otherwise everyone else will end up like us! Do you want that?!”

“I don’t want children to end up like t’at, either!” Marvin shouted, standing up and putting his face into Jackie’s.

“None of us here do! But we can’t just go rushing in!”

“We can’ wait, either!”

“Will the two of you just SHUT UP?!” Anti yelled. “Fucking god! You’re wasting time fighting when we could be deciding what to do to save the fucking CHILDREN in the hands of a NIGHTMARE!”

Marvin and Jackie glanced over at him, then back at each other. In almost comical unison, they both sat down.

Schneep sighed. “Well, we may need time to break just so you two can calm down. Anyway, we will take a vote. Who wants to go investigate this field today? Raise your hand.” Marvin’s hand shot in the air, and Jameson’s followed, more slowly. “Who wants to meet up tomorrow to plan and investigate then?” Jackie, Anti, and Schneep raised their hands. “Then it is decided,” Schneep said.

Marvin cried out, frustration evident. He stood up, violently pushing his chair back, and stormed out of the room.

Jackie looked after him. “I didn’t…mean to make him…”

“He’ll be fine,” Jameson said quietly. “I’ll talk to him.”

The remaining four quickly decided to meet again early tomorrow. Then Anti, Schneep, and Jackie left, with Sam following Anti. Jameson waved goodbye to them at the door. The minute they were out of sight, he closed the door and pressed his forehead against it. That…hadn’t ended well. He’d never seen Marvin and Jackie fight like that. Sure, they argued, but never about anything serious. Never did it devolve into shouting at each other.

Speaking of which…JJ took a deep breath, and turned around, heading down the hall towards Marvin’s room. The door was closed. If he listened carefully, he could hear muffled sounds from inside. He knocked. “Marvin? Are you alright? The others are gone.” There was no answer. He knocked again. “Marvin? Are you okay?” When there was still no answer, he said, “Marvin, I’m coming inside, alright?” and pushed the door open.

Marvin was lying on the bed, curled up with his back to the door and his face buried in his pillow. Now with the door open, Jameson realized the muffled sounds he’d been hearing were the sounds of sobs. “Are you okay?” he asked gently. “Do you need anything?”

After a moment, Marvin looked over his shoulder to stare at him with red-rimmed eyes. “No, don’ need anyt’ing,” he mumbled.

Jameson nodded slowly. “Do you…want to talk about it?”

Marvin paused. “It’s…I just don’ want…” He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a handkerchief to wipe his eyes. “They’re jus’ kids, Jems. A-and after ev’ry…all of…ev’ryt’ing that I…” A shudder wracked his body. “I want them t’be alright, but…they might…”

Jameson waited for more, but soon realized it wouldn’t come. “They will be alright, Marvin,” he reassured. “We’ll be looking out for them. I’m sure one day won’t make too much of a difference.” But, though he said it confidently, he felt doubt in his heart. “Do you want me to stay, or…?”

Marvin shook his head silently.

“Alright, then. Just call me if you need anything.” He started to close the door, but then looked down as something brushed past his leg. “Oh, looks like you have a visitor.”

Mr. Fluffington walked inside the room, stopping next to the bed and looking up at Marvin. After a moment, he hopped up onto the surface and began sniffing at Marvin’s face. Marvin made a small laugh, and reached over to pet the cat. “Y’can leave the door open, Jems,” he said.

“Got it.” Jameson backed away, eventually turning and heading down the hall.

This whole thing was…terrible. Not only for Will and Michelle’s sakes, though that was awful enough on its own. But the group was falling apart because of it. Jameson couldn’t let that happen. He’d always fought so hard to keep them together, to keep everyone alright. Perhaps…perhaps there was something he could do. Something that would make everyone happy.
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Later that night, at midnight exactly, Jameson left the house, driving out of the city and following directions he’d looked up online. He’d do a quick scout of the location they’d seen in the scrying spell. It wouldn’t take too long; he just wanted to see if he could detect anything magical. Accordingly, he’d dressed in his stage outfit of a cape and his mask—not necessarily required for magic, but it got him in the right head space.

Empty fields bordered the town on the south side. There wasn’t really a distinct end to the city limits, just the suburbs in the south gradually spreading out, then stopping. The paved roads came to an abrupt end, but at different spots for each road. JJ drove as far as he could on the street, then parked his car and got out, staring out at the empty planes of rough, knee-high grass. It looked kind of…foreboding, in the dark. But he’d had to leave at night, so that Marvin wouldn’t know he was going to check it out. As much as Marvin had pushed for them going to the location immediately, JJ knew he’d be upset that he was going out on his own, without any backup.

Uneasy dread curled up in his stomach. Jameson hesitated. If this was a trap, it wouldn’t really be a good idea to be here…alone…without having told anyone where he’d gone. But no, he’d planned this out. He’d read up on several defensive spells in case he’d forgotten any, and even tried out a light illusion spell that would hide him from view. Besides, he didn’t want any of the others to worry. They were upset enough recently, the events of the last few days taking a toll on all of them. He could do this on his own—in fact, he had to.

Taking a deep breath, Jameson forced himself to step off the familiar asphalt of the dead-end street and into the tall grass. Okay, the scrying spell had gone fairly far into the fields before failing, so he had some way to go. And since there wasn’t a lot of cover out here, might as well try that illusion spell. “Kui me malí ab scomumbrae,” he whispered, hoping he’d remembered the incantation correctly. There was a gentle blue glow, and then he felt suddenly a bit chilly—more so than usual for a November night. When he looked down, he couldn’t see his own body. Seemed to have worked.

He kept walking. There wasn’t much to identify one spot in the fields from any other spot, except for turning around and seeing how far away the city lights were. Jameson tried to remember how far away the buildings had appeared in the scrying spell.

It felt like he’d been walking for a while when he decided to try and run a quick detection spell. If there was anything magical out here, he should be able to find it with that. No incantation for this one, just concentration and listening to your inner voice. And his inner voice said that there was something…something further away from the city.

Jameson glanced back over his shoulder. The city lights really were starting to fade into the background. He could make out the shapes of buildings, but he wouldn’t be able to walk back to them—or at least not quickly. For a moment, he thought that maybe he should turn around.

And then he heard…a voice.

Jameson stiffened, and turned back to look over the empty field. He could hardly see anything now, hardly any light from the city stretching far enough to light up the empty expanse of grass. But that voice…it sounded familiar. Was it crying?

Wrapping his cape around himself, he headed towards the noise. It sounded like it was getting closer, but he couldn’t see what was making it. He didn’t want to risk saying anything in case the wrong party overheard him. Maybe…if he cast a light, the illusion spell would conceal it?

Might as well try. He held up his hand, and a brief flash of blue light lit up the area. The sound of crying stopped. “H-hello?” The voice of a little girl called out. A familiar little girl, in fact.

Jameson’s heart stopped. So, Michelle and Will were out here. Or at least Michelle was. But…perhaps this was part of the trap they’d been worried about earlier? JJ silently cast another detection spell. There was magic here, much closer. It didn’t feel hostile…which was strange enough in itself.

“Who’s there?” Michelle’s voice asked, fear ringing in each word. “I-I’m—my name is Michelle Parker-Diaz, I…I came out here with my friend…I-I don’t know where he is…hello? Is anyone there?”

Jameson slowly walked closer. Unfortunately he’d neglected to pull up more light, and in the darkness, he tripped over something in the grass. “Oof—!” He stumbled, but managed to catch himself.

“Hello?!” Michelle’s voice cried. “I know you’re there! Can you help me find my friend? Th-there’s a monster out here, there’s…” She trailed off. “I-it’s close by…”

Something rustled in the grass nearby.

Jameson cast his eyes about again. By now, it was almost pitch black, only the slightest hint of light coming from the moon and stars above. He bit back a curse, then cast another flash of blue light.

The rustling increased. Michelle screamed. “It’s here! Help! Please, someone help!”

All caution was immediately abandoned. Jameson dropped the illusion spell and cast a more substantial light spell, crystallized bits of blue magic dancing around his fingers. The field lit up in a circle around him. He could see the grass rustling, in the same direction Michelle was screaming from. But it sounded like she was getting farther. “Michelle?!” He called. “Don’t worry, I’m coming!” He ran after the screams.

“Help! Please! It’s coming, it’s COMING!”

“Don’t worry! I’m—” Not looking where he was going, his shoe slammed into something hidden in the grass. There was no time to stop the fall. Jameson merely braced himself as he landed hard on the ground.

“No! NO!” Michelle screamed again, the sound piercing Jameson’s ears.

And then the scream changed.

Into…laughter.

“You always seemed clever.” Michelle’s voice began warping, lowering and shifting into something that definitely wasn’t her, but wasn’t definitely anything else. “I guess the heart over/rides the brain in your case, huh?/”

“Shit,” Jameson whispered, climbing to his feet. So it had been a trap. And out on his own, he didn’t have anyone to stop him from falling for it. Well, only one thing to do now. He turned around and ran back towards the distant city lights.

“/Going so soon? /Aw, that sucks. /It was just starting to get fun./”

The city buildings in the distance shimmered like a heat wave rising off the highway. Then they shifted position, now to Jameson’s right. Then to his left. Then in front again. Then behind. Jameson stopped running, turning in circles trying to catch up with where the city was. He raised his hand higher, the crystal blue lights illuminating a greater area. Though it helped him see, it didn’t stop the location of the city from shifting. And it was then that he remembered Distorter couldn’t actually change his surroundings. It was all an illusion. “What was the point of this?” He called out.

“/What was the point of trying to find me?/” Distorter snapped back. His voice seemed to be coming from all over, making it difficult to pin down his location behind the illusion. “/You didn’t really think it would be that easy, did you?/ Well, maybe you did, considering you waltzed right out of the city. /All on your lonesome, too. /Nobody else volunteered to come? /Wow. /Bad parenting, sending someone else to get your kids./”

“Hey, you shut up,” Jameson snapped. “What do you know about parenting?” After a moment’s hesitation, he started walking in a direction that he thought was the way he’d come. The distant city lights were blurring and wavering, and occasionally disappearing altogether.

“/Aw, I bet they’re worried,/” Distorter said. “/Worried about their little bitty babies. /Well, don’t/. I know enough to take care of them. /They’ll be better off here, anyway, than with a violent asshole and a man who can’t even live in the same house as his daughter./”

“That second one is your fault, don’t deny it,” Jameson said. “And that first one is a wild exaggeration.”

Distorter laughed. “/Spoken with the confidence of a man who’s never seen another’s thoughts! /Oh by the way, you’re heading in the complete opposite direction./”

Jameson rolled his eyes. “And why should I believe you in that matter?” He kept walking solidly in the direction he was going. “You lured me out here, you pretended to be Michelle, you are not above misleading me.”

A pause. “/I lured YOU out here?/” Distorter repeated. “/So…then you ARE on your own. /No one else hiding in that invisibility spell? /It’s just you?/”

Icy fear suddenly splashed through Jameson’s veins. “Would I tell you if there was?” He asked, hiding the tremble in his voice. “Let’s just admit we both have reason to lie to the other and call it a day. Or, uh, night. You do realize we outnumber you, yes? It doesn’t matter how powerful you are, we can overwhelm you all together. So are you willing to risk that?”

“/Wow, now you’re just rambling. /Nervous, huh?/” Distorter’s voice faded away.

Something flickered in the corner of Jameson’s vision. He stopped walking and spun around. His eyes darted around the vast, empty surroundings, all dark beyond his little bubble of light. Perhaps it was time to put those defensive spells to use. He muttered an incantation under his breath, and the blue light weaving around his fingers flared, shooting outward in a circle.

Distorter laughed. “/You talk too much./”

Jameson spun back around, the blue light twirling away from his fingers and fading in surprise. There was a shuffling movement in the darkness.

And without any warning, Distorter was right in front of him, grinning and bleeding and tackling him to the ground. Jameson cried out in surprise, mind scrambling for a spell to help. But then something red splashed, and Jameson felt a sharp, sudden pain in his neck. He gasped, and choked as something tasting of copper ran down his throat.

Another laugh, and Distorter backed away, disappearing into the darkness. Jameson’s hands immediately flew for his neck, wincing as they made contact with a wound that instantly drenched his fingers in warm liquid. He pressed against it, choking more as the movement put pressure on his windpipe.

“/Wow, that’s a lot of blood./” Distorter’s voice was right in Jameson’s ear. He jumped. Something grabbed his hair and wrenched his head backwards. “/Yikes. /I think you’re actually going to die, magic man. /Way out of the city, nobody nearby to rush to your aid…yeah, you’re going to die tonight./” Distorter sounded delighted by that fact. “/All these spells and enchantments you can do, and you’re going to die of blood loss. /Not a very magical end. /Are you starting to feel dizzy? /Maybe your vision is going all out of whack. /Eventually you’re going to pass out, though, so at least it’ll be like dying in your sleep. /And hey, at least the pain will stop./ God, what’ll Marvin think? /I bet he’ll be devastated. /Oh, well./ I’ll give him your regards./”

Jameson tried to push Distorter away, but it was so dark, he couldn’t see where he was. Not the priority right now. He gathered his cape into a ball and pressed it against his neck. It was instantly soaked. He had to at least try to get away, didn’t he? It couldn’t…couldn’t end like this.

Was it always this cold? It didn’t matter. He had to stand up. But when he tried, he just stumbled and fell again. Okay, crawling, then. Pushing past the strands of tall grass and just…just heading forward. Just keep going. Keep…

The field was lit up by a golden yellow light.

“What the fuck?!” A female voice shouted.

Jameson caught movement out of the corner of his eye. And also movement right in front of him. The light was coming closer. Was this…?

“Oh my god, what happened here?! That thing—what—? You’re hurt! Wait a minute, don’t I know you?”

Jameson looked up at the light, and then his eyes rolled back and he passed out.
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He didn’t expect to open his eyes again. Or at least, not to something so ordinary as this. It looked almost like a hospital, with the rows of beds and white walls. But there was something more…casual about it. There was wooden paneling on the bottom third of the walls, the beds looking more like they’d belong in a bedroom than a hospital. The weird room was empty, except for him…and a red-headed woman sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed.

The woman looked up. “Oh good, you’re awake. How’re you feeling?”

Jameson frowned. His throat…really hurt. He tried to say something about that, but ended up just making a hoarse wheezing sound and coughing.

The woman winced. “I meant with the whiteboard.” She pointed to Jameson’s side. If he’d tilted his head just a little bit, he’d have seen a nightstand next to the bed, with a whiteboard and dry erase marker on it. But then again, tilting his head hurt.

JJ reached over and grabbed the board, scribbling out 'My throat hurts.'

“Yeah…I expect it would.” The woman inhaled sharply. “There was some…serious damage there. That thing managed to carve deep enough to do damage to your vocal chords. Healers say you should be able to talk again…mostly. With some, um…it’s not good, okay?”

JJ blinked. This woman looked familiar.' Who are you?' he asked. 'How did I get here?'

“Do you have ninety minutes?” The woman asked, then chuckled. “Sorry. Bad reference. Anyway, we’ve met before, a couple months ago. Your name’s Jameson Jackson, and mine is Aoife Kelley.”

That name did ring a bell. JJ cast his mind back, and then it hit him. 'You’re that ABIM magician who didn’t help us,' he wrote, glaring at her.

“Look, I’m really sorry about that,” Aoife said sincerely. “But the regulations exist for a reason. And, uh…if what I saw last night was real, I am so, so sorry for not stepping in. That thing was…haunting.”

'Wait, “last night”?' JJ wrote. 'I have to get home! The others will be worried!' He sat up straight, throwing away the blankets.

“Whoa, hey, be careful!” Aoife stood up and pushed him back down as he started to stand up. “You lost a lot of blood. The ABIM healers hooked you up with a replenishing potion, but you’re still not fully up and ready.”

JJ glared at her. 'I didn’t tell my friends where I was going. I have to let them know I’m okay.'

“You didn’t…? Well, don’t you have a phone? Text them or something.” Aoife glanced at a clock on the wall. “It’s about eight. I can drive you to your house.” She paused. “And, uh…if you need help with this…whole…situation you’re in, I’m ready to help.”

'You didn’t seem so ready to help when I asked for it a few months ago.'

“I was! I just couldn’t.” Aoife sighed. “Look, my magical specialty is divination. Last night, I was woken up in the middle of the night, and just…strongly felt I had to go to that field. And when I saw you there, and that thing, I started wondering…maybe our fates are intertwined.”

JJ blinked. 'If you’re flirting with me, I must inform you that I am very gay.'

Aoife laughed. “No, not like that! I meant just like—like I’m meant to help you.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, rectangular piece of wood, which she then handed to Jameson. “I think I’ve given you this before, but this is my cell phone number. If you need help, call or text me, okay?”

JJ sighed. 'Yes. Alright. I appreciate the offer.' He paused, then added, 'Now can you please take me home?'
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Jameson entered the house, slamming the door behind him. Immediately, there was a “Jems?!” from down the hall, followed by the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps. JJ looked over, and was hit by a sudden hug from a familiar figure. “What happened?!” Marvin asked. “Are you—whoa!” He started listing to the side, and Jameson hurried to help him back to a stable position. “Thanks,” Marvin breathed. “Now. Where have ye been?! When d’you leave?! What happened to your neck?! Are y’alright?”

JJ patiently waited for the onslaught of questions to fade, then he grabbed the whiteboard and marker Aoife had generously given to him, and wrote out, 'I made a very bad decision.'

“Okay, what was t’at?”

'I went to the field we saw in the scrying spell.'

“On your own?!” Marvin grabbed Jameson by the shoulders. “What were ye t’inkin’?! I know I was all for actin’ quickly, but together! Not by yourself in the night!”

Jameson looked down at the floor, then up again. 'I just thought this would be the best way,' he explained.

Marvin blinked. “Why?!”

It took a while to write out that response. 'Well, we do need to get the kids back, sooner better than later. But I didn’t want to trouble you or Jackie because you were upset after that fight. And Anti seemed a bit overwhelmed with that Sam eyeball and all the stress. And Henrik has his own plate full.'

“Jems,” Marvin said, sounding absolutely stunned. “Okay, yes, t’is is all correct. But did ye really jus’—just t’row yourself into danger so as to not make anyone upset?!”

Jameson paused. 'Well it sounds bad when you put it like that.'

“Oh my god, Jems.” Marvin buried his face in his hand. “Ye can’ look out for ev’ryone all the time and not yourself. You’ll get hurt.”

'Figured that one out,' Jameson pointed out, resisting the urge to touch the bandages wrapping around his throat.

“I mean you’ll get hurt in your head,” Marvin said. “It’ll run you dry. Look, I didn’ call any of the others yet, but we were s’posed to meet up later t’is mornin’, right? So we still meet up, we tell ev’ryone what happened, and then—then!—you are goin’ to rest up and not worry about anyone other t’an yourself. Alright?”

'Well…I’ll probably need that rest, anyway,' JJ wrote slowly. He hesitated. 'Marvin. There might have been some…permanent damage. It’s a long story, but…if I’m lucky, it’ll be difficult to speak. If I’m unlucky…' He couldn’t bear to finish writing that sentence.

Marvin nodded. “Well. We’ll deal wit’ t’at when it comes. I’m sure we can tackle it. And for once, I will be the one making sure you are alright. And you are goin’ t’like it!”

Jameson let out a wheezing laugh that he cut off not long after it began. 'Thanks.'

“You’re welcome. Now. Go lie down, I’ll call the others.”

Jameson headed into the living room and lied down on the sofa. Mr. Fluffington, previously towing with a bit of string on the floor, walked on over to see what the fuss was about, and hopped onto Jameson’s stomach. JJ smiled a bit. And despite passing out for about eight hours last night, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.



Part Eighteen of the Inverted AU
A JSE Fanfic
[This is part of a fic series I wrote from December 2018 to August 2021. Attempting to move on, Jack finds that he isn't as okay as he thought he was. Meanwhile, the others still continue to search for him, though Jackie is just as reluctant.]
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“You’re not allowed to come.”

“W͡h͏y ̡n͠ǫt?”

Jack sighed and looked up at Anti, who was standing near the hotel room’s window and twitching sporadically. He looked calm, but Jack could tell he was upset by the way the static in his voice crackled. “Because…” Jack mulled over his thoughts, trying to find the right words as he gathered his phone and the room key together. “This is…my thing, you know? My friend, my hanging out with him. I just…need some time that can be my time.”

Anti relaxed, just barely. “Okay. That makes sense.”

“Besides, you didn’t really seem to like him that much anyway.” Jack laughed under his breath.

“It’s not that I didn’t like him. It’s that you need to be safe.” Anti looked out the window to the street below. “And you never know. Mark seems to be a decent guy, though.”

“He’s really nice. And he’s dedicated, and funny, and he’s really talented. God, I wish I could do some of the things he does on his channel.” Making friends wasn’t easy when you lived with a bunch of criminals intent on controlling your life. But Jack had made do.

“Yeah. He seems like it,” Anti repeated absentmindedly. “If anything goes wrong, if anything happens, you text me, okay? You know the number I’m using?”

“Mm-hmm.” Jack tucked his phone and the room key in his hoodie pocket. “But what could happen?”

“L.A. is a dangerous city. I was checking out the local news and events yesterday and today, and though it’s not n͞e͞arl͝y͢ as bad as Mirygale”—Anti was referring to the city Jack had lived in before, the one where the others were still based—“it still has problems. I swear, there’s a shop on the edge of the city that’s run by a pair of demons.”

“Demons exist?” Jack couldn’t hide the shock in his voice.

Anti rolled his eye. “Not the sort of demons you’re thinking about. It’s just a certain type of being, not religious in any way. Though they can steal your soul if you’re not careful. Those two seemed mostly passive if they’re even demons, but avoid it just in case.”

“Uh…okay then.” Jack didn’t know why he was surprised. His two best friends were a living glitch and a sentient eyeball, and he personally knew a magician and a telepath. Anything was a possibility. “Anyway, I’m leaving now. I’ll text you if I see demons or anything.”

“Great. I’m going to stay here with Sam and keep an…eye on things.” Anti chuckled.

Jack groaned. “Oh you did not.”

“I did.”

“Great, now I HAVE to leave. See you tonight, Anti, Sam.”

“Goodbye, Jack,” Anti called. Sam said goodbye too.

“Bye, guys.” Jack left, closing the hotel door behind him with a gentle click.
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Mark opened the door soon after Jack knocked. “Oh hey, Jack!” He initially went in for a hug, but stopped when he saw Jack leaning back. “So, you found the place okay?”

“Yeah, uh, Google Maps was very helpful.” Jack switched off his phone and put it back in his pocket.

“Google is always helpful. Oh, come in.” Mark stood aside and let Jack come into his house.

Jack looked around. “Wow. Bigger than I expected. A bit more modern than hom—than the one I’ve been staying in for a while. Anyone else live with you?”

“Just Amy. She’s out now, though, so we have the whole house to ourselves. What d’you want to do?”

“Uhh…” Jack’s mind went blank at the question. It’s not that he wasn’t used to wanting things, it was that he wasn’t used to people asking. He had to take a moment to regain his footing. “Is it weird that my mind first went to playing video games?”

“Nah, man, not at all.” Mark shrugged. Then he looked excited. “Oh hey, we could record a video together while you’re in the—”

“NO!”

Mark jumped. “Oh jesus, dude.”

Jack bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed a bit. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. Guess I really am loud, huh?” He laughed, the sound a bit wobbly and nervous. “If…if it’s okay, I don’t really…I’m not really up for videos. And I probably won’t be for a while. I’d rather just do something for fun. If it’s okay with you.”

“Well, you could’ve said that without blowing out my eardrums, my god.” Mark laughed, sounding a lot more carefree and confidently than Jack had. “It’s okay, dude. Burnout is real, and it’s kinda nice to do something for yourself. C’mon, we can hook up the PlayStation or something in the other room.”

Jack sighed under his breath as he followed Mark. Yes, burnout was real, but Jack was more concerned with the fact that if he did a video with Mark, it wouldn’t take too much digging for people to find out where he was. They’d have a city right away. And then they could come, they could find him, he didn’t want to go back, he just wanted to be safe—

He noticed he was starting to breathe quickly, almost hyperventilating, and he took a moment to control it. This wasn’t the time. He was going to have a good, fun time here, and nobody was going to find him. He realized he’d suddenly stopped walking, and that Mark was looking at him peculiarly. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just…felt a little dizzy for a moment. Is there an altitude difference here?”

“I dunno. Maybe. Did you get enough sleep last night? I sometimes get dizzy if I don’t sleep well.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” The response was automatic, and Jack hated it the moment it came out. “No, I mean, I slept pretty good. I woke up once for a phone call, but that was it, slept like a log for the rest of it. Actually, maybe I’m having jet lag and that’s making me tired. Yeah, that’s probably it. I’m good.”

“Uh…okay, if you’re sure.” Mark looked a bit off-balance after that rush of rambling words. “Just…tell me if something…I dunno, happens, okay? If I need to give you a ride to your hotel. Or I have a first aid kit in the bathroom.”

“I don’t need first aid,” Jack said, maybe a bit too quickly. “But…thanks. I just want to have fun and play games.”

“Well, I can help with that. And, uh, anything else you need. Now, let’s actually get the games out, why the fuck don’t we?”

Not a lot of co-op games were coming out with split-screen recently, so the two of them ended up mostly playing just a couple small games, then taking turns playing a single-player game. Even though they weren’t doing much, really, Jack was enjoying himself. Mark was just as giggly and random as he’d always been, and the minutes flew by with both of them laughing their faces off.

But even now, there were moments when everything became very cold and still. When Jack would think idly about how much this reminded him of the game nights they had back home—and then remember that the house had never really been a home at all. Home was a place of warmth and trust, of comforting memories and knowing you were always safe. And all those feeling had been a lie, back in that house. He tried to snap out of those moments quickly, to keep Mark from worrying, from asking questions that were well-meaning, but that Jack couldn’t answer right now, not when it was all so new in his mind.

After a while, they somehow ended up in the kitchen. Mark had vaguely mentioned a couple fun videos he’d done with some friends of his, and next thing they knew they were standing at the counter, which was covered in flour and batter, and the two of them were breathless from laughing. “This is ridiculous,” Mark wheezed. “This is stupid, we’re so stupid.”

“Yes, yes we are,” Jack agreed, wiping his floury hands on his jeans. He glanced toward the glass doors. “Oh, wow, it’s getting dark. Hey, what time is it?”

“I dunno, check your phone.” Mark was busy trying to brush the flour into a pile that could be easily swept up. “Or there’s a clock on that wall there.” He pointed.

Jack opted to look for the clock, not wanting to get more white powder on his black pants. He expected one with a digital readout, it would match the modern feel of the rest of the house. Which is why he was sort of surprised to see an analog clock, with the hands and everything. Was it just him, or was their something weird about said hands? The second hand wasn’t ticking along, it was moving steadily, continuously. A constant red line spinning and spinning and…spinning…and…spiraling…the movement was sort of…relaxing…he was starting to feel kinda sleepy…

“Jack, are you okay? Jack? Jack!”

A hand came out of nowhere, snapping fingers in front of his face. Jack was immediately jolted out of his relaxed state. He startled…and then he screamed.

“Jack!”

He stumbled backwards, running into the counter. His hands were covering his eyes, pressing down. “No. No no no no, please, don’t, I don’t want to, no no no, please, PLEASE—”

“Jack! Jack, it’s alright, it’s okay.” The voice was there. The voice was there, it wasn’t in his head. Someone’s hands were on his shoulders, steadying. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Jack stopped trying to backpedal further, only to realize that he was shaking. Just a little bit. His breathing was shaky too, and he decided to start with that, in…out. Again and again. “…I’m fine,” he said quietly. “I’m good now.”

“Are you SURE?” When Jack nodded, Mark asked, “Are you ready to open your eyes now?”

And with that, Jack realized he was still covering his eyes. “Just…give me a moment.” He had to calm his thoughts down. He was in Mark’s kitchen, on the other side of the world. None of them were here. It was okay to look, nothing would happen. He repeated this to himself a couple more times before he finally peered out from between his fingers.

“What happened, man?” Mark’s face was drawn with concern. “I’ve never…you’ve never freaked out like that before, at least not that I’ve seen.”

“It…I’m fine—I’m okay.” Because he was okay now. Not fine. ‘Fine’ was a bad word, it was a mask for when things were not okay but you hoped they would be. “I just—your clock reminded me of something.”

After a tense moment, Mark nodded. “Okay. Wait right here, I’m gonna go get something.”

Jack fully lowered his hands, watching as Mark walked around the counter and started raiding the random papers stacked on the table in the dining room joined to the kitchen. After a moment, Mark found what he was looking for, and returned. “I knew I left one in here,” he muttered. “Here.”

Mark was holding out a small rectangular piece of paper. Jack stared at it for a moment, then reached out and took it, snatching it away like he was scared he’d try to take it back again. It was plain white on one side, but on the other there was an address, typed on the card in a goofy pink font. “What is this?” he asked.

“It’s uhhh…” Mark ran his hand through his hair, looking for the right words. “Look, I can tell you’re going through something. Or maybe you WENT through something, and you’re still trying to adjust to it. That’s the address for…a place that could maybe help you out. You don’t have to check it out, but just in case. I know the guys who run it, they’re very nice, a little weird, but pretty good people. And if there’s…I dunno, someone out there who…I-I dunno, but you can’t find the house without the address.”

Jack stared at him for a moment, then looked back at the card and reread the address. He wasn’t the best with directions, especially not in this new and strange city in this new and strange country, but he was 70% sure this was some ways out of Los Angeles. “Guess it…can’t hurt to keep it in mind,” he said slowly. He looked back up at Mark. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Mark smiled. “You’re my friend, I’m here for you if you ever need to talk or anything.”

“Well…I could use a ride back to the hotel?” Jack said hesitantly, turning the statement into a question.

Mark laughed. “Of course, dude. It’s getting dark anyway. Things get weird in the city after dark.”

“Yeah, I heard it was dangerous?” Jack asked, following Mark out of the room.

“I guess kinda. But I mean weird. Like, WEIRD. And I know, because I know some of the people causing the weird.”

“That’s stopped sounding like a real word now,” Jack said, smiling.

“ ‘Weird’? Yeah, isn’t it…weird?” Mark burst out into a fit of giggles at that. “That’s not funny, I don’t know why I’m laughing.”

“No, don’t worry about it, it just means you’re a happy person.”

“I prefer giggly bitch, but same thing.” Mark grabbed his car keys. “Same hotel I dropped you off at yesterday, right?”

“Yep.”

“Let’s go, then.”
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Sam immediately attached themself to Jack the moment he walked in the door, bopping around his head before settling on top. “Hey buddy,” Jack laughed. “You’re excited.” Sam told him that they were just glad he got home safe and sound, and that it was good to see him. “Aw, good to see you too. I missed you.”

Anti materialized on the couch, laying down, distorting the air around him. “So, how was it?”

“It was…fun,” Jack said, sitting on the couch near Anti’s feet. “And…helpful.”

“Helpful?”

“Yeah, uh, Mark gave me this.” Jack took the card out of his hoodie, tossing it over to Anti, who caught it effortlessly. “I…started freaking out at one point, and he got that out, and he said it was a place that could help me. With that whole…freak-out thing.”

“Huh.” Anti squinted at the address, then tossed it back over to Jack, who fumbled before catching it. For a moment, he became a static shadow, the air tasting metallic. Then he was mostly solid once again. “They have a website.”

“Of course they do, everyone has a website.” Jack set the card on the nearby table while Sam slunk down from their perch on his head to settle against his neck, nerve-tail curling up.

“They’re called The House. Your friend Mark has done some charity streams to help raise money for them, in fact. They’re pretty vague about what exactly it is they do, but you can either go there for a visit, or stay there for an extended period of time if you, and I quote, ‘are trying to get away from something or someone.’” Anti scowled. “I tried to hack into the site for more info, but they have…a re̸a̷ll̷y good firewall.”

Jack fake-gasped. “Has the great Antisepticeye finally met his match?”

“Oh, shut up. You didn’t feel this, it was almost like it was alive.” The two of them sat in silence for a moment, Anti staring at the ceiling while Jack patted Sam. “Are you…going to go check it out?” Anti asked after a while.

Jack thought about it. “I…don’t know. Maybe. If…they ever catch up with us, it would be good to have a second place to go to. Or if something else bad happens.”

“You think they’ll find us?”

“No!” Jack took a deep breath. There was no need to be so snappish. “I mean…I hope not. But there’s a…possibility. And I want to ignore it, but I don’t think I should. I just—look at these guys. Jackie’s admitted to hacking into things before, Schneep’s smarter than he seems at first, Marvin has fucking magic, and Jameson—” Jack swallowed nervously. “I don’t know, I don’t trust a guy with telepathy and a-a bleeding watch that hypno—that…you know.”

Anti had perked up near the end there, and was now sitting up. “Say that again? A blee̷d̕i̢n͟g̨ watch? What do you mean?”

“I didn’t tell you about that?” Jack shrugged, nearly dislodging Sam. “I mean, I was probably seeing things. I was scared and paralyzed, and the room was dark.” Anti stared at him intently, and Jack sighed. “Well, I told you about when I shot him, right? I thought…for a minute, it looked like the blood was coming from the watch. But it was probably just splashed on…it…” he trailed off. “Except I didn’t actually hit him. I only hit the watch.”

Anti was buzzing with excitement, literally, pixels and white noise breaking away. “I need to check something for a minute. Be right back.” And he glitched away completely.

Jack stared at the spot where he had been for a moment, then looked down at Sam. “You wouldn’t happen to know what that was about, would you?”

Sam swished their tail. They told Jack that they had something of an idea, but they weren’t completely sure. Still, they felt uneasy.

“Yeah…me too.” Jack frowned, thinking. Then he shook his head. “Well, we can ask him about it when he gets back. Meanwhile, while he’s gone, the TV can work properly. Want to see what’s on?”
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Jackie was upset.

It wasn’t too hard to tell. Jackie was the sort of person who was always very vocal about their feelings. Schneep had long ago noted the signs of an upset Jackie. But this was like everything had been ramped up. Practically every remark had a bitter bite behind it, a snapping always a pin drop away. He ran through the house without even bothering to look for others in his way, stomping up and down the stairs. Occasional fights with Marvin had escalated to a full-time battle, at best fought with fiery words and at worst fought with actual fire.

No, on second thought, Jackie wasn’t upset. He was pissed.

Schneep was sitting in the living room, listening to the fight that was floating down the staircase. He couldn’t tell what had started it, hadn’t been paying attention at that point. But now, he was already massaging his temple where a headache was starting to blossom.

{Do you want to break that up, or shall I?}

It took Schneep a moment to realize that voice was one of the important ones. He twisted around, peering over into the kitchen where Jameson was busy making tea. “You sound like you would rather not,” he called.

{Well, truth be told, yes,} Jameson admitted. {Jackie’s not too fond of me right now, but he still likes you. And you get on with Marvin, too, so it seems to work out.}

Schneep groaned, resting his head against the couch cushions. “I do not even understand why he is so angry. And the good doctor does not like to not understand.”

{I doubt anybody does. Do you want some ginger tea? It’s supposed to help with headaches.}

“That would be nice, yes.” Schneep didn’t ask how Jameson knew his head was hurting. At this point, he expected Jameson to know a lot of things about him.

Jameson entered the living room, carefully balancing a tray with two teacups in one hand and holding a teapot in the other. He slowly set both on the coffee table and poured the tea before settling down on the other half of the couch. {I can try to explain to you why Jackie’s mad, if you would like.}

“I would like that very much.” Schneep took one of the cups and sipped. The headache didn’t immediately go away, but at least it tasted good.

Jameson glanced up the stairs, as if he could see Jackie and Marvin bickering at the top. {Well, you see, Jackie doesn’t want Jack to come back.}

“What? That does not make sense, they are friends, are they not?”

{Well, Jackie certainly likes Jack. He wants what’s best for him. And he thinks that Jack is happier by himself, so he doesn’t like that the rest of us are trying to get him to come back.} Jameson carefully sipped his tea. It was a bit strange, to hear a voice talk while the person was drinking, but by now everyone in the house was used to it.

“Ah. I see.” Schneep stared down at his cup. “IS Jack happier away?”

{Well, let’s look at the facts. He certainly…ah, freaked out on us just before he left.} Jameson unconsciously reached over to his vest, where the watch was tucked inside. {But he left in the company of the glitch, who we all know is not the best person to be alone with. So perhaps he is, but I think his perception is at least slightly clouded.}

“I see, I see. Maybe then we should focus more on getting Jack away from that creature, then, and then he can decide what to do next.” Schneep started. “Oh! Jameson, this cup was full! What happened?”

Jameson laughed silently. {You drank it, doctor. While I was talking, remember?}

“I did? No, I do not think so. Did someone steal it? Someone must have.”

{No, nobody did. There’s nobody in this room but the two of us. Here, you can have more, though.} Jameson grabbed the pot and poured more tea into Schneep’s cup.

“Ah.” Schneep took another small drink. “Maybe it was Chase. He’s very fond of tea.”

Jameson winced, almost imperceptibly. {Henrik, don’t you remember what happened to Chase?} Before he could say anything more, there was a chiming sound. Jameson, startled, reached into one of his vest pockets and pulled out his phone, reading the text that appeared. His brows furrowed. {Doctor, I have to take care of something. You wouldn’t mind if I left now, would you?}

Schneep waved him away. “No, not at all. I understand business calls. Or texts, instead.” He laughed at his own joke, but that was cut off by a sudden crunching sound from upstairs. He sighed. “Meanwhile, I am going to settle that.”

{Capital. Thank you, doctor.} Jameson stood up, walked quickly toward the front door, and was soon gone.

Schneep stood up too, but instead walked over to the base of the stairs. “Jackie! I would want to talk to you!” He yelled.

“Can’t this wait?” Came the shouted reply.

“No, there is tea! It will get cold!”

After a second, the sound of footsteps came rushing downstairs and Jackie showed up, the shoulders of his hoodie dusted with white plaster. Upstairs there were more footsteps, then the sound of a bedroom door slamming closed. “Selfish little—” Jackie was muttering, “bastard bitch evil—fucking…hissy fit cat man only fucking…cares about himself.”

Schneep decided to tune this out. “Jackie, Jameson made tea, but he had to leave, so I thought you would like some!”

Jackie sighed. “You know what? Sure. Tea is calming. I can go for calming.”

“I know, I know!” Schneep smiled, pulling Jackie over to the couch. “You are being very stressed recently, you need to take a moment to breathe. Jameson explained the situation with Jack, and I can now see why you are so angry, my friend. But is not good to hold onto that forever, you need a happy place! Here, I can help you find it.”

Jackie smiled faintly as he watched Schneep pour more tea. “Yeah…that’d be nice.” He pulled the cup toward him and took a deep drink.

“Yes, yes, it would be.” Schneep looked around the room. “I think Chase was just here. He did not ask, if he asked I would have given him some, he did not need to snatch it up.”

Jackie’s smile fell. “Um…Schneep. Henrik. Chase is…” He hesitated. “Chase is…asleep right now. He couldn’t have just been here.”

“Of course he could have! You can be asleep and still talk and move.” Schneep was perfectly oblivious to the sad look Jackie was giving him. “I will have many things to say to him when I next see him.”

“…sure.” Jackie sighed again. “Sure. Anyway, you said Jameson explained the Jack situation to you?”

“Yes, yes, he did. You think Jack is happier away from us, and that is why you are fighting with the others, because they do not think so. But…” Schneep leaned closer to Jackie. “Here is what I think. I think that the creature is making a mess of him. It knows that maybe he wanted to leave, and it is making him stay with it! So I think we have to get Jack away from it, and then he can decide what to do next.”

“I…” Jackie seemed to forget whatever he was about to say next. Or maybe he was reconsidering it. He started playing with the end of his hair, looking at Schneep contemplatively. “So…when we get Jack away from the glitch…what if he decides to leave? How would you feel about that?”

Schneep frowned. “I think I would be sad to see him go, but Jack is a perfectly healthy adult, he is allowed to make his own decisions. Besides, we can always keep in contact.”

Jackie nodded, slowly at first, then increasing in speed. There was a glint in his eye. “Yeah. So, we’ll get him away from the glitch. And we’ll let him choose what to do afterwards. And when he decides to leave, we’ll let him. That sound like a plan to you?”

“Yes, it does!” Then Schneep gasped. “Jackie, I think your drink is getting cold! You need to get it inside you before that happens! It will help clear your head, I promise, I am a doctor.”

The corner of Jackie’s mouth twitched. “Tea has medical properties, then?”

“Of course it does! I would not lie to you, and I cannot, because I am the best doctor.”

“Alright, dude. Here, look.” Jackie drank the tea, setting the cup back down with a grin. “That good for you?”

Schneep nodded, taking a sip of his own.

And as the two of them sat together, the seeds of a plan began to take root in Jackie’s mind.



Part Twenty-Eight of the PW Timeline
A JSE Fanfic
[This is part of a complete series I wrote from July 2019 to July of 2022. After two months, Jackie is out of the hospital, Schneep is back in the hospital but slowly improving, and almost all of the boys gather together to go see Jack, who may also be out of the hospital soon. But let’s not forget who’s still out there…]
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Chase glanced at the clock display on his car dashboard. 3:13. They’d agreed to meet up at 3:00. He looked out the window and up towards the upper floors of the apartment building. Did it really take thirteen minutes to get down to street level? Sure, Chase had been a couple minutes late, but he’d expected Jameson to be waiting for him when he arrived.

No sooner had these worries crossed his mind than the building’s front entrance opened, and Jameson hurried out. He immediately spotted Chase’s car and quickly walked over. Chase unlocked the doors and leaned over to open the passenger side. “Hey, man,” he said, giving him a small smile. “How’s it been going?”

Jameson nodded silently as he got into the car, closing the door behind him. Almost two months had passed since the rescue from Anti. In that time, Chase hadn’t seen much of Jameson. He’d explained to Chase and Marvin that, while he really appreciated their concern, he needed some time on his own. They understood, of course, and so communicated almost entirely in text messages. Today was the first time Chase had seen Jameson in person in weeks. He looked…better. There was a bit more color in his face and light in his eyes. 'Oh, sorry, I should probably say more,' JJ signed. 'I’m good, thank you. You?'

“Pretty alright.” Chase started the car and pulled out onto the street. “The kids are turning eight soon, so Stacy and I are talking about party stuff.”

'Soon? I thought their birthday was in June. It’s barely February.'

“Hey, trust me. You want a buffer of a few months when talking about kids’ birthdays. If you order stuff online you need to be sure it’ll be here well before the date.” Chase chuckled. “Uhh…we have a few more stops to make before we get there, and we’ll have to take the busy streets for some of it. So if you want to talk about anything, better do it now while I have the free time to look away from the road.”

JJ smiled a bit. 'How irresponsible of you, Chase.'

“Hey, I haven’t crashed a car in at least two days,” Chase joked. JJ laughed, and he felt relief wash over him. Good. His friend was alright. “How’s the moving going, by the way?”

'I’m actually having second thoughts about that,' JJ explained.

“Really?” Chase asked, surprised. “Isn’t it…safer?”

'It is. It definitely is,' JJ agreed. 'But…I don’t know, it feels wrong to move when I really like this place. It’s like…I’m letting Anti take one more thing away from me.'

Chase was silent for a moment. “Well…it’s up to you,” he finally said. “But it just seems like a bad idea when he knows where you live.”

'It IS,' Jameson repeated emphatically. He sighed. 'I don’t know. My feelings are complicated. Linda and I are working them out.'

“Linda? That’s your therapist?” Chase asked. JJ nodded. “Right, I remember now. Sorry, I’m still fucking awful with names.” He shrugged. “You know…this all could be resolved if we got put into witness protection.”

'You’re going on about this again?' JJ rolled his eyes. 'It’s not up to us.'

“Well it just makes sense! I mean, what sort of police department looks at a situation like this, where the criminal asshole is still at large, and goes like ‘nah, not needed?’ A shit one, that’s what! Agh!” Chase hit the steering wheel.

'They are a bit shit in this city, aren’t they?' JJ mused. 'But you know you wouldn’t want to accept it if they offered.'

“Hah…you got me there.” Chase smiled sadly. “I’d miss Sophie and Nick too much.”

JJ patted his arm. 'Things will work out. I keep seeing those poorly-disguised undercover officers everywhere. That helps.'

“‘Things will work out?’ That’s a lot more…optimistic than what you’ve said before,” Chase said carefully. “And will they really be of any help if they’re so bad at being undercover?”

'It’s the principle,' Jameson said. 'The idea that they can step in if anything goes wrong. And…well, you’re right, I guess it is more optimistic.' He paused for a moment, partially in thought, partially because Chase needed concentration as he went through a roundabout. 'Don’t get me wrong, I still think Anti won’t give up. But saying reassuring things out loud helps.'

Chase nodded thoughtfully. “Well…you’re right. It’ll work out eventually.” Most of him disagreed with that statement. But he might as well say it out loud. See if it really did help soothe the ball of anxiety he’d been carrying around for almost two months.
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“Alright, we went a little over time for today, but that’s okay.” Laurens closed her new notebook, folding over the corner to mark the notes for today’s session. “Before I leave, is there anything you want to talk about?”

Schneep, sitting across the table from her, shrugged wordlessly. He looked down at the wooden surface, tracing the grains with a finger.

“Are you sure?” Laurens asked.

“It is not a good sign when your therapist asks you that,” Schneep said, chuckling a little. His eyes flicked back up to look at Laurens.

“I just like to be sure,” Laurens explained. “We can go over time if we have to, I don’t have any other patients today.”

“Hmm.” Schneep went quiet for a little, thinking. “I suppose…there is nothing else. Nothing that we have not discussed. I…” He sighed. “I am still thinking about it.”

“That’s alright,” Laurens reassured him.

“It has been two months now, I am still thinking about it.”

“Schneep. Henrik. Of course you are,” Laurens said gently. “Even just seeing Anti again would be incredibly traumatic, let alone that. You shouldn’t push yourself to move on.”

“Because everyone recovers at different rates, I know, that is not what I was trying to say.” Schneep sat up straight, clasping his hands together while they rested on the table. “I was…trying to empathize that it…that everything from that…is still heavy in my mind. All of it. Since my usual symptoms are calm again, I think that is what we should focus on.”

“Oh. You were trying to emphasize that, I see.” Laurens nodded.

“Empha—right, that is the word.” Schneep grunted in frustration. “Those two words are too similar.”

“They trip me up too, don’t worry,” Laurens laughed. “But more to the point…I understand what you mean. And…Schneep, I have to ask you a question. I want you to answer honestly.”

“What is it?”

“Would you…” Laurens braced herself to ask. “Would you prefer to have a different therapist?”

“What?” Schneep blinked, utterly shocked at the direction the conversation was taking. “What do you mean?!”

“I’m not going to leave if you don’t want me to,” Laurens hurried to say. “But I was wondering. Perhaps my methods and—and specializations aren’t being as helpful on…those matters, matters of trauma. Not to mention, I…I am somewhat close to this case.” Her voice cracked. She was just as scared of Anti as Schneep was. That wasn’t exactly an ideal situation, when your therapist also needed therapy for the same thing. “So, if you think it would be better to have someone who might…help more with this in particular, then I can get you someone else.”

“I-I…” Schneep was at a loss for words for a moment. His eyes dropped back down to the table surface, then returned to Laurens’ face. “I think…that you are a very good therapist. And that…you have not failed me yet. So, until you do, I would like things to stay as they are.”

Laurens nodded. “Alright. But…Schneep. Please do keep in mind that…that there’s supposed to be some distance between a therapist and a friend. If that makes sense.”

“I do not mean it that way,” Schneep denied. “I-I mean that—that you have gone very far in your job, and I…I appreciate it.”

“Well. Thank you very much.” Laurens smiled softly.

But before she could say anything else, her pager beeped. Surprised, she looked down to see what that was about. “Huh.” She looked up at Schneep. “Looks like we have to stop now.”

“Ah, fantastic. I suppose I will see you same time tomorrow? No, wait.” Schneep paused. “We have been doing more spread out sessions. Sorry, I swear I can remember this.”

“Time blurs together when you’re stuck in one building, it’s understandable,” Laurens said. “But you’ll actually be seeing me for a while longer. You see, you have a visitor.”

Schneep sat up straight. “Who?”

“I don’t know, there’s only so many characters you get on these little things.” Laurens shook her pager. “Let’s go see together.”

A short time later, the two of them stood outside the visitor’s room. Oliver was there as well—it was his turn to supervise patient visits. He nodded at the two of them. “Hey, doc. Henrik.”

“You can call me Schneep, Oliver,” Schneep said, smiling a bit.

“And you can call me Rya,” Laurens added.

“Right, right. Still getting used to it.” Oliver nodded.

“Who’s visiting?” Laurens asked.

“Uhh…” Oliver glanced down at the sign-in clipboard—obviously taken from its station at the front desk, probably without the staff member stationed there noticing. “Mina Pfieffer.”

“She is here again?!” Schneep gasped. He grabbed Laurens’ arm in a vice grip, shaking it a little. “She came back!”

“Whoa! Uh, a little tight there,” Laurens said, pulling her arm back. Schneep took the hint and let go, ashamed. Laurens decided to not address it. “Yes, she came back. You don’t need to say that every time she visits.” Mina had shown up a lot in the two months since the rescue. The exact day was always irregular, but she would find time at least once per week.

“I-I am always—always surprised to hear it.” Schneep laughed a little. “She—she does not have to—”

“You’re right, she doesn’t have to, but she wants to,” Laurens said. Personally, Laurens thought Mina was making up for not visiting for the first seven months. She always seemed so guilty about that time period. “And she’s here now, so we better not keep her waiting.” Laurens grabbed the doorknob. “Shall we?”

“Yes, we shall.”

Laurens laughed a bit, and opened the door as she and Schneep went inside. Mina was sitting on one of the sofas, looking through a magazine, but she immediately put it down and stood up as soon as she saw them walk in. “Schneep, hallo,” she said, a small smile on her face, and waved. “Wie geht es dir?”

“Mina.” Schneep couldn’t help but smile back. He crossed the room and gave her a quick hug. “Mir geht es gut. Und du?”

The two of them sat down, immediately launching into German conversation. Laurens lingered in the doorway, watching. Regulations meant all visits were supposed to be supervised, but she didn’t feel the need to keep a close eye on them.

Oliver walked up next to her. “Things have been going good, then? With all the…y’know, sessions and stuff.”

Laurens nodded. “Really well, actually. I’ve been talking with Dr. Fells about town privileges. Supervised, of course.”

“He’ll be okay with that?”

“For short times. In non-public places where An—you-know-who couldn’t get to.” Laurens watched quietly for a moment. She saw Mina take her phone out and start showing pictures to Schneep. No doubt pictures of Elise, their daughter. She wondered if Mina would bring Elise for a visit one of these times. She wondered if visits with children and infants would be allowed in this case. Well, she could put in a good word for Schneep in that regard.

“And how’re you doing, doc? Uh, Rya?” Oliver asked.

“Um…good, overall,” Laurens said.

“Hmm.” Oliver nodded. “So…you’re not in any trouble with the whole breaking-into-a-killer’s-flat thing?”

Laurens laughed nervously. “You…heard about that?”

“Yeah. And I figured out you made me knock on his door.” Oliver shook his head. “I mean, it was pretty obvious you were trying something, but I didn’t expect you to do something that risky.”

“We…weren’t planning on it,” Laurens said carefully. “But eventually, we…just couldn’t walk away.” She looked down at the notebook in her hands. “Uh…we’re not in trouble. Marvin knew this really good lawyer, she’s the same one who got Newson in trouble for all the stuff she did. So we got off without any…well, not without any consequences. I’m still paying the fine, but at least we’re not in jail.”

“Ballsy,” Oliver commented.

“Wh—?!” Laurens turned sharply to look at him.

“Hey, it’s true.” Oliver shrugged. “You ever notice how a lot’s changed? A year ago you had to talk yourself up to stand up to Newson.” He grinned. “And now you’re being all ballsy and stuff.”

“Huh.” Laurens thought about that. “You’re right. It’s…different. But that’s how things are. The self is not a constant. People change.” She leaned against the doorframe and looked at Mina and Schneep, talking together. “…people change.”
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Chase leaned on the steering wheel, letting the horn blare. JJ gave him a sideways look. 'Really?' he asked. 'I’m sure he can hear you.'

“Yeah, but he takes forever to come out, and we’re already a bit late,” Chase countered. “This’ll be sure to get his attention.”

Along with everyone else on the street. JJ grabbed Chase’s shoulder and tried to pull him back, only to be shaken off. Chase, come on. The neighbors are probably staring.

“Aha! There he is!” Chase leaned back, waving at Marvin as he appeared in the front doorway and walked towards the street. Marvin gave him a glare, then got into the back seat. “Hi, Marv.”

“Oh, why’d you stop? I’m sure there are people in Wales who didn’t hear you!” Marvin immediately dove into a rant without bothering to return the greeting. “Go ahead! Why not belt out some Morse code while you’re at it? Beeeep-beep-beep beep-beep beeeep-beep-beeeep-beep beeeep-beep-beeeeep! ‘My name is Chase and I can’t wait five minutes for my friend to leave his house!’”

“Did you just ‘beep’ actual Morse code at me?” Chase muttered as he pulled back onto the street.

“Yeah, I spelled out what you are,” Marvin grumbled. Then he noticed Jameson staring at him, and his expression softened. “Hi, JJ. Uh…how are you?”

'I’m good,' Jameson said. 'Sounds like you’re having a bad day.'

“I’m really not, I just hate car horns,” Marvin said.

“Don’t worry, if all goes well I won’t need to use it again,” Chase said.

'How have things been with you?' JJ asked Marvin. 'Any luck on the job search?'

“Yeah, I got a couple offers back,” Marvin said. “Including the theatre job, so that’s great. I have an in-person interview for that on Tuesday.”

'Oh that’s wonderful!' JJ signed cheerfully.

Marvin smiled. “Yeah. I guess it is.”

The group still had one last stop before their final destination. Chase drove farther north as the buildings became red brick facades in uniform lines. He pulled to the side of the street, stopping right in the middle of one of these rows. The house he’d stopped in front of looked just like its neighbors, except someone was sitting on the front steps. Jackie was wearing a new green hoodie, his hair pulled back away from his face. When he noticed the car, he stood up and hurried over, getting into the backseat with Marvin.

“Hey, bro!” Chase turned around to grin at Jackie. “How’s it going? Are you all settled in?”

“You mean in the house? Yeah, mostly.” Jackie let out a puff of air, exhausted just thinking about the moving process. “I am so lucky my last landlord kept my stuff. She could’ve easily auctioned it off, you know.”

“Yes, we know, you’ve only said this a hundred times,” Marvin drawled.

Jackie shot him a look, then turned his attention to Jameson. “Hi, JJ.”

'Hi Jackie,' Jameson said. 'Everything alright?'

“Why d’you look so concerned? I’ve been out of the hospital for weeks now, of course everything’s alright,” Jackie said. “Uh…okay, maybe not perfectly 100%, but alright. Hey, have you guys heard of maladaptive daydreaming?” The other three responded with headshakes and general negative mumbles. “Ah.” Jackie looked thoughtful.

JJ raised an eyebrow. 'If you’re thinking that you might have a thing, you probably do.'

“I didn’t say anything!” Jackie protested.

Well that’s how it usually works. JJ shrugged. Don’t you have someone you can ask about that?

“That’s a fancy way of asking if I’ve found a therapist, isn’t it?” Jackie narrowed his eyes, but relented. “Well…yes. That makes me the fifth one in the group, right? At this point, Jack is the only one who’s not in therapy…for the mind, I mean. Physicals don’t count.”

“But that’s a good thing, isn’t it?” Chase pointed out.

“I…you’re not…wrong, I guess,” Jackie said.

“Speaking of Jack, are we gonna be late?” Marvin pointed at the dashboard clock, which now read 3:42.

“We’re not gonna be late, we just won’t have as much time,” Chase clarified.

“Oh jeez,” Jackie muttered. “Can we go faster? I-I don’t want to cut it close.”

“On it,” Chase said, stepping on the gas.

They arrived at Southpoint General Hospital around 4:00. By now, everyone was intimately familiar with the sign-in process for visitors, but getting to the room was a different process. After all, Jack had recently been assigned to a new one. After a few extra minutes of getting lost, they arrived at the right room. Chase went first, swinging open the door. “Hellllo?”

“Hey!” Jack looked up from the book he was reading, waving to the others. “About time. I almost thought you guys weren’t going to come.”

“Ah fuck, I knew we were gonna be late,” Marvin muttered.

“Hey, visiting hours are still going, aren’t they?” Chase rebutted.

The group piled into the hospital room, leaving the door open behind them. There weren’t enough chairs for all of them, so Jackie and Chase ended up sitting while Marvin and JJ stayed standing. “Oooo, reading books now, I see,” Jackie grinned. “I didn’t take you for the type.”

“Hey, books are good for your brain, up here.” Jack tapped the side of his head. “Besides, you can’t say I’ve never read a book ever in the time you’ve known me.”

“Yeah, no, not you of all people, who only own comic books,” Chase joked.

“I do not!”

'Debatable,' JJ said, humming. 'If you own printed books you must store them in an invisible closet somewhere, because I never saw any in your flat.'

Everyone laughed, even Jackie.

“Alright. So. Guess what?” Jack grinned. “They said I’m almost good to go home! I can be out of here by next week!”

“What? No way!” Chase gasped, leaning over to give Jack a quick side-hug. “That’s great, bro!”

“Yes, join me in the no-more-hospital club!” Jackie said.

'Congratulations!' JJ signed. 'I know it’s been a long time.'

“Hey, don’t be so awkward, James,” Jack said. “I know we just met, but you’re friends with these guys, so you’re friends with me.”

JJ ducked his head, still feeling a bit awkward, but smiling.

“Seriously?! Next week?!” Marvin laughed. “Man, we have to do a thing for that. Like, a party or something. Everyone can come!”

“Uh…define ‘everyone,’” Jackie said. “Cause, yeah, everyone in this room could come. But—”

“You mean Schneep?” Chase asked. “Funny thing, actually. You remember when we went to visit him last week? While you headed back to the car after, I talked to his doctor, and she said he might be able to leave soon. Not permanently,” he hurried to add. “But for like…trips into town. With some supervision.”

“What?!” Jackie almost shot out of his seat. “If I’d known I’d be missing important shit like that, I wouldn’t’ve gone back to the car so soon!”

Chase laughed. “See, this is what you miss when you hurry out of everything.”

“So it can happen,” Marvin said, punching the air. “Yes! Finally! Everyone will be in one place for the first time in fucking months! God, they warned me that adulthood would make getting together with friends hard, but nobody said anything about this.”

“Hey, don’t talk about adulthood like you’re fresh out of university,” Jack said. “You’re almost thirty.”

“Oh my god…I’m almost thirty,” Marvin repeated, covering his mouth in exaggerated horror.

'Ha, sucks for all you guys,' JJ grinned.

“Excuse you, but it’s not like we chose to be born a year earlier than you,” Chase said, mock-offended.

'How’s it feel to suck at being born?' JJ said smugly.

Everyone else in the room immediately broke into loud protesting and ribbing. Marvin leaned over to bump JJ with his shoulder. Jackie threw his arms in the air and shouted something that couldn’t be heard through the others’ noise. Jack started laughing, leaning over to the side. And in that moment, Chase thought that maybe…maybe things really will work out.
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The overhead light in the hotel room buzzed, annoyingly loud in its use of energy. Old, faded wallpaper covered the walls in a pattern of various beiges. The curtains were drawn over the window. The bed was unmade with its covers flung to one side. A door was ajar, showing the bathroom.

A man paced back and forth in the small bit of free floor space in the small room. He pressed his phone to the side of his head—the left side, the side that was covered in scars—and listened. His free hand fidgeted with the watch he wore around his neck. An old watch that had been broken years ago.

“No, I don’t think you understand,” the man said. “I’m not asking. I’m telling you that I need them within the week. This is not an offer, this is a demand.” He paused as the caller on the other side spoke. And he smiled. “No, I think I can.” Another pause. “Listen. Mr. Morris. Or…can I call you Gary? No, I said LISTEN. You are going to deliver them within the week. Because I don’t think your wife wants to know about this side business of yours.” A short pause. “You know, your wife. Who lives at the address 67 Benjamin Avenue in Kettleville—It doesn’t matter how I know, it just matters that I do. And if I don’t have them within the week, your wife will find out. And, hmmm, your mistress will, too. Why not?” A long pause. The man’s smile grew. “Perfect. You remember the location, right? Get to it. Within the week.” And he put down the phone, hanging up.

There was a desk in the hotel room. Its surface was absolutely covered with electronic and mechanical equipment, with just enough room for a laptop and mouse. The man sat down at the desk and shook the mouse to light up the laptop’s screen. Diagrams were visible on the monitor, complex and hard to understand. The man scanned them, then opened up another document: a list, with every item but one crossed out. He highlighted the final item and selected the strikethrough option, crossing it out as well.

Anti reached up and clasped the old watch around his neck one more time. It would all work out soon.