If you’re looking for my meme and edit account, please go to @ashesofangst
Anyway, with that out of the way, let me explain what I will write here/the fandoms I’ll write here and what you should know before requesting down below.
Fandoms I’ll Write For:
Markiplier Egos (WKM/Damien/WMLW/Markiplier TV/ADWM/AHWM/ISWM)
Jacksepticeye Egos
CrankGameplays Egos
NateWantsToBattle Egos
Due to some stuff, I only feel comfortable writing MadPat when comes to MatPat’s egos
What I Will Write:
Angst
Fluff
Though I myself don’t ship things, I will write ships! (I have a ship block tag called “the ashes ship block tag” if you don’t want to see it!)
What I WON’T Write:
Smut
The following ships I won’t do:
Jim/Another Jim
Robbie/Anyone
Angus/Anti
Henrik/Angus or Anti
Blank/Dark
Google/Dark
Actor/William
Yandere, YandereGameplays, Natpai, The Jims, E-Boy, and Eric/Anyone else out of that grouping (minus The Jims/Yandere because I view them as siblings)
Jackie, Anti, and Chase/Each other
Phantom/Natemare
Irl Person/Irl Person
Irl Person/ANY of the egos
X Readers
I will do requests (check my bio if they’re opened!), but be warned, I have a hard time writing my own stuff before another idea comes in so might take a while. You can request by either DMing me or in my ask box! Please also note that I will deny your request if I’m uncomfortable.
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WELCOME TO THE TUMBLR SEXYMAN TOURNAMENT BUT ITS EGO EDITION
Hi, I’m @ashesofangst/@angstashes. I tend to do more writings than anything, but for the reasons of polls now being added, I decided to cause chaos.
There will be no brackets because each round will be randomized. I’m only doing canon egos btw!
Each round will last a day, and they’ll be tagged “#round one”, etc on this blog. Each matchup will get a post. I’ll eventually make a matchup masterpost to reveal who wins each day and will be updated with every win.
Rules
Nomination Requirements
Masterpost (Can’t put anything there yet!)
Active Polls (Haven’t started yet!/wait till Feb. 16th)
Welcome to Whumptober 2022, in its fifth year of running!
To those of you who participated last year, welcome back! To everyone new, WELCOME!
Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.
This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.
With that being said, we’re very excited to see the community come together once more and be a wild, chaotic bunch of creators and consumers of whump. Go wild with the prompts, and support your fellow creators, see what juicy whump they’ve created too! We wish you all the fun!
(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information and FAQs are posted below the cut!)
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Trigger Warning: Character death and knife
Characters: Yancy and Actor
Summary: Yancy didn't want to escape, so he made a deal with Actor to stay in prison if he did whatever Actor asked when he needed him. Yancy's end of the deal didn't bother him until he was taken to the manor in the middle of the night.
Word Count: 714
Was supposed to be posted on 05/10/21 but is it posted on 09/07/22 (because I forgor about posting daily + got busy with family stuff).
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Yancy awoke to a dark hardwood floor instead of the comfort of his beloved prison bed. He yawned before glancing around this unfamiliar room. He couldn't help but think that he was being watched, and he didn't know if it was because there were cameras in the prison or paranoia. Too bad he didn't find anything that gave him the slightest of ideas that he was, which earned an frustrated sigh from him.
Slowly, the prisoner stood up. Maybe he should look for a door or something to get him out of there because he certainly wasn't leaving the jail for freedom. He searched the room for a way to escape; Even finding something that would cause damage would be fine for Yancy. Upon finding nothing useful once more, he groaned. "Where am I?"
"My manor, of course," A male disembodied voice answered, causing Yancy to panic. "Do you not remember it? After an encounter with.... Our "friend", you met with me, and I brought you here to discuss terms on a deal." His voice was rather.... Mischievous, and the prisoner felt scared.
The prisoner quickly looked around, trying to find the source of this voice. "Who are youse? Where are youse," Yancy asked, panic rising with each second he was stuck with some guy he didn't know, or at least he didn't from what he could recall. As soon as he asked those questions, a cold hand touched his shoulder, making him jump.
"I am your friend, do you not remember," The disembodied voice asked him, now behind him. "I'm saddened that you don't remember me, I am your friend after all." Whatever body it used to grab him let go, and that caused Yancy to turn around, seeing a man in a red-suit. Almost instantly, the idea of who the man was clicked.
"Actor, nice to see youse again," The prisoner choked out with a bit of strain and fear present in his voice. "I didn't know youse called me here, can I ask why?" Yancy backed away slightly, fear in his eyes. He let out a nervous laugh, trying to ease his stress over this situation.
"Oh you know, I need you to do your end of the deal.... You do remember it, right?" Actor stared at the male, and his eyes seemed to go right through Yancy, seeing every ounce of life the prisoner had left. "But, of course, if you don't remember, I can help remind you of it." A glint of evil was present in his kidnapper's eyes, and that made Yancy flinch. The prisoner knew better than to trust him now.
The prisoner hesitantly nodded, looking at the other with fear clear in his eyes. "I know, I s-said if youse would keep in the prison, I'll do whatever youse ask me too whenever," Yancy recalled as he gulped. This felt like an.... Odd situation, and it was a situation that he wasn't going to escape from.
The red-themed ego nodded. "Great, my partner. I need to do something with you," He told the other as he slowly pulled a knife from his pocket. "I'm sorry, but I need to send a message to Dark." Actor smirked; A clear and obvious sign he wasn't sorry about what he's going to do.
Yancy's eyes widened as he started to run, hoping maybe then an exit would just appear. Too bad a simple tug on the arm prevented him from finding out. "Actor! Please," Yancy screamed as he was forced to look at the one who once protected him.
"There's nothing else I can do; You must understand," Actor told the human before he pressed the blade to Yancy's neck. "For what it's worth, you'll help me with a plan." Without anything else being said, the red-suited ego cut open the prisoner's neck. Blood flowed out of the cut as Yancy's eyes became completely drained of life.
The only alive male let out a sigh as he laid Yancy's body down. He noticed one of his sleeves became stained with blood and rolled his eyes. "Try not to bleed on my sleeves next time, thank you," Actor stated. It was like to him, Yancy was still alive when he was, in fact, very dead.
Trigger Warning: Mention of kidnapping
Characters: Captain Magnum
Summary: Captain Magnum just looking at the ocean and reflecting on memories.
Word Count: 312
Was supposed to be posted on 05/10/21 but is it posted on 09/07/22 (because I forgor about posting daily + got busy with family stuff)
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Blue oceans and the sight of ocean life filled the captain's view as he looked around. A smile slowly formed on Magnum's face as he loved this sight so much, wishing it could see it forever. However, he couldn't, and he knew that. Still, the view was nice, and they had a rather calm ocean to travel on for once, which was a good thing.
Magnum glanced around the ship, looking at the crew; Most were doing work to keep the ship in working-order, others chatting, and the last remaining few were eating due to breakfast being made hours ago. Everything overall was relaxing and peaceful among the crewmates.
The captain then looked at the ocean again, seeming as if something about it drew him in. Honestly, looking at the water source reminded him of his time at home.
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"Don't go into the ocean," The captain's mom demanded. "Pirates have been going around, kidnapping young kids like you, Magnum. Be careful, and stay away from the beaches," His mother warned. The poor woman already lost her husband earlier that year, and there was no telling if she could stand losing her son the same year. She couldn't live alone in silence without a person to talk to.
The younger captain nodded and slowly took the money his mom handed him. "I'll go to the market and be right back, I promised," He told his mom. He waited for his mom to dismiss him before leaving the poor woman. Little did he know he was never going to see her again.
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The captain shivered, looking away from the water. Maybe it was best not to look back on such memories as those. His mother was kind, and he hoped the best for her, but he's not with her anymore, and Magnum wouldn't be able to go back anyway.
Trigger Warning: Kidnapping; Character Death
Characters: Blank and Anti
Summary: Anti takes Blank hostage in order to pay Dark back.
Word Count: 696
Was supposed to be posted on 04/10/21 but is it posted on 03/07/22 (aka I am slowly posting my Egotober and Whumptober stuff that's resting in my Google Docs)
Kidnapping starts right off the bat, so putting the keep reading thing early.
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Blank yelped as he was pushed into the room. The spider demon glanced at Anti, fear pulling and gripping onto his heart; He couldn't help but feel nervous in the presence of the glitch. "Wh-Why did you t-take me? I was d-doing s-something," Blank shouted, fear present in his voice.
"Oh I need you for something important, Blank. Do you trust me?" The demon asked with a smirk. Anti was absolutely planning something, and whatever the plan he had was more than likely not good. "Afterall, we're friends, right? You should trust your friends, should you not?" The demon knew exactly what to say to get Blank into his hand, and it was starting to work.
"Y-Yes, but taking me in the middle of the night is not a "friend thing" to do," The spider demon exclaimed, scared of whatever the demon might do to him. What if the glitch kills him? What if the glitch harms him? What if the glitch makes sure he'll never be able to leave? "What are you planning to do with me?"
Anti seemed to have no reaction. "Oh, well, you see, Dark needs me to pay them back for breaking a window in their office, and since money is a bit hard to get right now, I chose to take you hostage from the other egos. I left a note for Bernice and the others to read once they get up, and I told them that if they don't get me the money, you will die," The demon explained, a joyful tone in his voice somehow.
Blank's eyes widened with fear as he began to back away from the demon, fear consuming and swallowing him whole. He let out a scream when Anti gripped rather tightly onto his arm. "Oh, don't worry, Blank. I will play nice.... Unless they don't pay, then I'm sorry," He stated, a sadistic look on his face. "We're friends after all."
The statement didn't feel sincere, and the spider demon knew he wasn't being sincere. Anti never cared about him, and Blank knew that if it came down between the glitch demon's life and his, the green-themed ego would choose himself always. "No, we're not," Blank yelled as he yanked himself free. "You're just lying so I won't attempt to leave, I know how you are."
The glitch demon raised an eyebrow as his face turned more into a sad expression. "Oh is that how you feel now, huh?" He reacted into one of his pockets, pulling out a knife. "Well, then how about I just kill you now and take the money? Sounds about right, am I correct?" Anti's eyes flashed with bloodlust; He was enjoying this.
The blue-and-gray-themed demon gulped as he started to back away from the other. "Anti, please. I just wanted to say that you're not exactly a friendly per-" Blank yelped when the other demon leaped at him and moved out of the way, watching as Anti slammed into the wall. "Anti, just let me go! Surely, if you kidnapped Wilford or-"
Anti cut him off, "Oh I would have, trust me, but someone is way weaker than Wilford or any of the egos, and that someone is you, Blank." He let a rather glitchy laugh before leaping at Blank again, this time successfully getting him on the ground as he looked at his knife. "Now, where to stab you is the question? Hmm." The demon entertained himself with this idea by moving the knife around.
Blank started to struggle against the other demon. "Let me go! This won't help you, ple-" Guess the spider demon should have chosen to speak faster because the knife struck right through his heart, and now all he could do was make pained noises.
The glitch demon just hummed as he moved and twisted the knife around. "Oh I enjoy this. Your pain only brings me joy, I hope you know that," Anti exclaimed with a sick smile before removing his knife, listening as the whimpers stopped. "Oh fuck, you died before I could slice you into bits. Oh well." He pouted as he stood up. "Guess I'll enjoy the fun myself."
Trigger Warning: None unless bugs scare you
Characters: Actor and Damien
Pairing: Slight Marline (Actor Mark x Celine)
Summary: Younger Actor and Damien in Boy Scouts just because, I guess.
Word Count: 224 (Yet another drabble).
Was supposed to be posted on 04/10/21 but is it posted on 03/07/22 (aka I am slowly posting my Egotober and Whumptober stuff that's resting in my Google Docs)
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"Do I have to," Damien whined as he looked at his best friend. "I don't want to pick up a ladybug for a badge.... It might give me bad luck if it doesn't have an even number of spots," The twin pointed out. He didn't want this.
Actor seemed to only roll his eyes at his friend's cowardice. "Well, maybe if your sister didn't scare the old man we tried helping, we wouldn't have to try and get the bug badge now," The more cocky one told his friend. Actor loved Celine, but at the moment, he was a bit ticked off.
".... You invited her over, not me," The twin reminded his friend. "You wanted to confess that you love her, so-"
Actor was quick to cut the younger one off. "Doesn't matter, she spooked the old man, and he kicked us out, saying he doesn't need our help." He looked at Damien before quietly walking over and picking up the ladybug himself. "There, now see how easy it is? You coward," He quickly placed the ladybug back on the soft, mostly-dirt ground. "Now you try."
Damien shook his head, rather not obeying the other male. "No thanks. It has 5 spots. I'll find another one," The twin explained as the other sighed and left. He looked around for another ladybug, now quietly alone.
Whumptober (Day Three) - Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones But….
Trigger Warning: Implied kidnapping.
Characters: Actor and Wilford
Summary: Good old fashion Actor torturing Wilford.
Word Count: 649
Was supposed to be posted on 03/10/21 but is it posted on 02/07/22 (aka I am slowly posting my Egotober and Whumptober stuff that's resting in my Google Docs).
It starts off with the implied kidnapping, so putting keep reading early!
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"How did the saying go? 'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words hurt the most'," Actor mocked as he walked around the tied-up male. He hoped that he could make Wilford cry with just words. "Oh there's so much I can do to you.. .. I can't wait until you're sobbing and crying, and you are begging me not to go near you," The red-suited man spoke with such hopefulness, and it was sickening.
Wilford looked at the man he once considered his friend, fear oddly not present in his looks yet. "Actor? What's going on? Who tied me up? Can you untie me," The mustached-man begged the man who currently had more power over his fate than himself. "Also, what time is it? I have an interview at 5:30pm today, and I would rather not be late."
Actor just chuckled at Wilford's response to being kidnapped, the pink-themed man had not a clue that the red-suited ego was behind all of this. "Who do you think put you there? Why would I help you get free?"
Wilford, clearly only having one and half brain cells, answered the other's questions, "I don't know who, but I do know that we are buddy pals, and that you should help me get free." He was being serious despite how much it seemed like Actor was going to hurt him, but of course, who could blame the slightly autustic male for getting it all wrong?
Actor rolled his eyes, laughing at the other's misunderstanding. Maybe he could have fun with this after all. "You know, we never were friends, right? You took my lovely wife away from me, and now I'll take whatever pride you have left away." The slightly insane male stopped and a knife appeared in his hand. "Oh, don't worry, I won't use this.... Yet." He chuckled at the thought of using it on Wilford, but he needed to conceal his joyest yet murderous ideas for now.
Wilford felt fear consume him as he tried desperately to escape from the chair. "Actor, please, we're fri-" The words died in his throat as soon as Actor glared at him. It was as if the stare alone stopped him from finishing his words; Such a terrifying ability.
"Oh do you really think we're still friends? How sad and pathetic of you," The red-suited man told the other with sickening honesty. He was going to make sure that Wilford was going to pay for any and all of what he had done, much more than just taking his wife. "Do you really think anyone is your friend? Dark only puts up with you because he pities you, and as for Damien and Celine, where are they exactly? Oh, that's right, they abandoned you."
Wilford went to say something but stopped. Afterall, what could he say? It was all true to him at least. He soon settled down and leaned back, looking down as some parts of that ignorant attitude vanished.
Actor chuckled, seeing the one he wanted to hurt feeling such despair filled him with joy. "Oh and don't get me started on Damien before Celine had an affair; He absolutely hated you, especially when you had one of your many childish tantrums over such small things." He smiled due to the emotional pain he saw on the other's face; It filled him with such happiness, and how much happiness he felt was honestly disturbing.
The mustache-man only let out a broken cry as what we heard upset him. He couldn't really say anything that would make Actor stop his unnecessarily rude lies. "Who did this to you?.... Oh that's right, I did," The red-suited man mocked with a chuckle. "Time to go now, I have an audition to get to, and I don't want to be late," He told the other as he left, hearing only cries coming from the room.
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Trigger Warning: Alcohol
Characters: Chase and Jackie
Summary: Stacy left, and Chase decided to have some fun in the town with his brother, but alcohol mixed with spray paint and a dash of sadness isn't a good idea.
Word Count: 400
Was supposed to be posted on 03/10/21 but is it posted on 02/07/22 (aka I am slowly posting my Egotober and Whumptober stuff that's resting in my Google Docs)
It starts off with drinking, so putting keep reading early!
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Chase took another swing from his beer-filled cup, looking at his brother again. "Jackie, you have no idea how glad I am to have you still," The dad with no kids told his brother with a drunk-sounding voice. He swung back and forth as he was completely wasted.
Jackie frowned and immediately took Chase's beer. Ever since their younger brother went missing and Stacy left, Jackie had to be the one keeping an eye on Chase and his drinking habits. "Chase, you're being irrational. Stacy is concerned for herself and the kids.... Drinking to forget what happened isn't a good idea, okay?"
Chase only shrugged and hummed something as he continued to be slightly ignorant to what was going on around him. Yes, he was upset but drinking really wasn't helping. "I bought spray paint," The baseball-cap wearing ego exclaimed. He then chuckled. "Maybe we can spray paint something on a wall."
The superhero immediately shook his head at his brother's words. "What? Absolutely not, we can get in trouble with the law if we do that," He advised his brother. Watching him like this honestly scared him. What would happen if Chase got in trouble, and he didn't get to him in time? He would never forgive himself if he let that happen, even if it was an accident.
Chase just chuckled, looking at his brother as he wasn't taking his words seriously. "Come on, it'll be fun," The drunk told the hero as he went to grab something on the table. He then showed his brother that he picked up a red spray can. "Look at it!" The dad let out a hiccup as he saw the shock on his brother's face. "What? I thought red was your favorite color."
Jackie sighed as he looked away. Of course his brother brought the spray paint with them, and all he could do was be disappointed right now. The superhero's attention was snapped back to the dad once he heard something being sprayed. The only thing that could be responsible for that noise was Chase spraying all over the wall.
With a sigh, Jackie quickly grabbed Chase by the arm and took the spray can. "Don't use that ever again, got it," He asked, looking at his brother. After getting an understanding nod in response, the superhero looked at the damage. "I'll clean it tomorrow.... For now, let's go home."
Trigger Warning: None, I think
Characters: Skelly and Heathen
Summary: Skelly and Heathen try cooking dinner, but let's just say they have a hard time reading instructions.
Word Count: 382
06/10/22
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"No, Skelly, we need to keep at high and wait until it boils," Heathen quickly tried to stop Skelly from straight up pouring the pasta in. He was beginning to regret agreeing to teach the halloween-themed ego how to cook spaghetti. "Just- Let me do it, okay? Just stand back and watch."
Skelly moved back and, like Heathen wanted, merely watched as the younger yet a tad bit more responsible ego let the water boil. However, that didn't last. "Heathen, I'm bored, why do we have to watch it boil when we can just dump the pasta in?" Clearly, he just wanted chaos, and the teal-blue-themed ego wasn't having it.
With a sigh, Heathen kept Skelly back as he watched for the water to boil. "Skelly, we are making this for us and the others, please don't get upset with me over this," The ego politely tried to order the halloween-themed ego. He wanted this to be perfect, but Skelly made this hard. "I'll let you dump the pasta when I see bu-"
The ego was interrupted by sauce being thrown at his head, and when he looked over, all the ego saw was Skelly was the jar of sauce. The jar was open and a spoon was in the older ego's hand, which was enough evidence to say Skelly did it. "Did- Did you just-" Heathen was yet again interrupted by sauce being thrown at him.
"Hell yeah I did! I'm bored, Heathen," Skelly complained before he went to close the jar up. When he did, dry pasta was thrown at him. Of course, like Heathen, the halloween-themed ego looked up to see Heathen with a box of pasta. "Oh fuck you, you're going to get it now," He opened the jar back up and proceeded to dump it on the other ego. "Ha ha, your outfit is rui-"
More pasta was thrown at Skelly, making him gasp. "Oh just you wai-" The sound of the door opening interrupted them, meaning the others were home. "Oh we're so in trouble, help me clean this up, Heathe-" And just like that, the other was gone, leaving Skelly alone with pasta and sauce on the floor for him to clean alone. "Hethean!" He yelled as he ran to follow where the other went.
Trigger Warning: Blood and injury
Characters: Phantom and Mare
Summary: Mare is reckless, and Phantom just wants to help.
Word Count: 337
06/10/22
Happy 10 years to Nate being a content creator! I have this and another to write about his egos!
Also, warning, the blood and injury start right off the bat!
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Mare released a singular breath as he came inside the house. His clothes were drenched in both his and someone else's blood, so the animatronic-based ego knew he had to be quiet, or else he'd have to explain why exactly he was covered in blood. Plus, his nose was bleeding, a clear sign he was punched and was in a fight.
As the ego looked around, he cautiously began to walk towards his room, regretting the fact that his room was on the second floor. However, right when he thought he was safe, a light flicked one, and Phantom entered his sight. With a groan, Mare tried to ignore him and quickly walk away.
"Mare, don't go, I just want to know if you're okay," Phantom told Mare as he quickly stood in his way. "I care about you, okay? I want you to be safe," The demon added with a gentle yet serious tone. He showed that he was caring, but Mare didn't seem to even want to be around him.
"Fuck off," Mare mumbled as he pushed his way passed Phantom. He didn't need care; He never did, so why did Phantom seem to think the older one of the egos did? Besides, even if needed help, he can do things himself. "Leave me alone, Phantom." He hoped that would be enough, but Phantom lightly tugged his arm.
"Mare, please. You're my brother, and you're hurt. Just let me treat your injuries at list, I won't even ask what the hell happened." The demon hoped that would be enough, and it seemed so because the animatronic-themed ego didn't even try to leave, like he did in the past. "Come on, let's go to the bathroom, that's the only place where a kit is."
Mare just nodded as he led the way due to being closer to it than Phantom. "Thanks, I guess for not prying," He mumbled again.
The demon ego just nodded. "No problem, Mare. I just want you to be comfortable and safe."
Trigger Warning: Abuse, mention of death, and strangulation
Characters: Bing and Google
Summary: Bing's b-day but he has trauma from it, and Google is there.
Word Count: 1055
Going off my natural timezone, 05/20/22
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Bing simply stared at the small gift in front of him. With a raised eyebrow, the android picked it up and examined it. The wrapping paper was simply black and the ribbon and bow were a bright orange. It had a small, well-written note written on paper, and upon looking at it, the android read, "Happy Birthday, Bing!" It was for him.
The sound of broken limbs filled the air as a scream erupted from Bing's throat. "Please! Stop! No more," The android begged the humans as they poked his now broken arm. "You tested my pain censors enough! End testing for today, please!" He watched as they marked things down, hoping they'd understand. Sadly, his faith was in vain as instead of returning him to his cell, they started to take him elsewhere, regardless of how much he begged to be released.
The android jumped, dropping the gift. Bing wiped away any and all tears that started to gather around his eyes. He was safe; Far and away from those people. They couldn't get him again. As much as the android loved to reflect on the past- That was sarcasm, the android hated to- he needed to at least open the gift and find out who gave it to him.
Bing bent down and picked up the small gift. After making sure no one saw, the android pulled at the ribbon and opened the gift box. Inside was a simple note and a keychain with orange sunglasses and flip flops as a charm on it. The noiret left the keychain in the box and took the note. He opened the paper carefully, reading it to find out the gift was from the Googles, of all people.
Now, Bing's mind went to think of what to do. He could tell them thank you, but the Googles weren't exactly the nicest people to get along with. Oliver was fine, but the others? They hated him. Was this a trap? Or were they actually being nice? The android had no idea. The best choice was to at least thank Oliver and avoid the rest; They were scary.
With that in mind, Bing closed the box and walked around the manor. Of course, he could just scan the place and locate Oliver immediately, but he rather look around first. Maybe the yellow android was away from the others. Plus, if he weren't, there's at least the journey.... To his possible death, but still a journey.
Bing screamed as one of the creators wrapped a hand around his neck. They were testing to see how death felt for the android. It wasn't like he could fight against them. They were stronger and could always replace him if they needed to. He needed to be obedient if he didn't want to be restarted forever, and the noiret wouldn't want that.
The android caught himself from falling down the stairs, his hand gripping the staircase. The memories needed to stop. A birthday bot crying isn't a good image for himself now, is it? Like before, the noiret wiped his tears away and pushed his feelings away. He was safe, he was safe, he was.... Safe?
Bing shook his head and began to walk down the stairs of the manor. Something was wrong, but it could wait. His issues were unimportant. As the android looked around downstairs, he felt eyes on him. Wanting to feel safe, the android scanned. The only person around him was-
"Bing," The quiet and scarily calm voice of Google spoke right behind the android. "How did you like the gift? Oliver picked it out, but we helped him pay for it. He mentioned something about you.... Losing your keys a lot?' While he seemed calming, the android didn't trust it; This could be a trick.
Bing turned his head to look at the fellow android. "Oh Google, thanks, but may I ask how you guys found out about my creation day? Only Dark knows I was-"
The blue-themed male cut him off. "Dark stores their files on their computer, and I hacked it because Oliver wanted me to. I will apologize to them later, but for now, I want to make sure you were okay with your gift," He told the android with once again a scarily calm voice. It was unsettling to Bing. "Besides, creation day is something awesome, honestly."
"It's useless! Broken, even," Bing heard one of his creators yell. "This- It- We need to end this experiment now! It was a pathetic attempt at re-creating the Google AI; We don't have half the things they have! Let's just dismantle it!"
Bing's breath began to quicken. They were going to kill him! What was he going to? He could escape, but even if he did, he didn't have much of anywhere to go. Either option will just end in death, which the noiret didn't have much time to think about. Within seconds, his cell opened, and there they stood, wrench and crowbar in hand.
"It knows! We need to knock it out!"
Before Bing realized it, he was crying and already hugging himself as he cried. They weren't happy tears about having someone accept him; They were tears that held fear and sadness that he was rejected by the ones who created him. Why was he stuck as the failure? Why was he stuck as the mistake? Why was he stuck as the useless machinery?
Google may not know what emotions are, but the android seemed to know it was concerning for someone to cry like that. He gently placed a hand on Bing's shoulder only for the noiret to pull away. "Bing, are you ok-"
The orange-themed android glanced at him, tearing spilling out of eyes. As he tried to speak, Google pulled him into a hug, surprising him. "Wh-"
"I got you, Bing. I knew this was a bad idea, seeing as you are secretive about it," The other noiret told the android. "I'm here for you, know that."
The android wanted to smile, he really did, but why would he? Bing would just be surrendering into the fact he's weaker one, but of course, that's what Google wanted, right? So with a fake smile, the orange-themed android leaned in, accepting his place. Besides, he wouldn't want to be rejected again, would he?
Trigger Warnings: Character death, blood, and slightly descriptive dead body.
Characters: Philza, Technoblade, Wilbur, and Tommy
Summary: A basic story of how Wilbur became a phantom with a dash of angst. (Also, slightly inspired by heyhaycosplay’s cosplay).
Word Count: 3067
3/10/22
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Crack and then a splat, the sounds calling out in the silence of the forest and echoing in Tommy's ears. The young blond frowned and rushed down the mountain. He attempted to get there by sliding down the side, but he ended up falling instead. The rocks jabbed and poked at him as he fell.
Once the chicken-hybrid was on the ground, he stood, not caring about the fact that his head was bleeding. The crimson fluid dripped down his face but didn't go any further. Maybe his running and the wind blowing by as he did so stopped the flow going lower, but no one would know the answer. Tommy made his way to his older brother. He froze in place at the gruesome sight.
Wilbur's head was bleeding profusely and his wings, especially the left one, was broken; Both were possibly beyond repair. Blood seeped to cover every bit of the poor bird-hybrid; It seeped through his sweater, staining to more of an orange-red than the regular yellow it was. The older hybrid's head had the fluid spilling from the top and because his face was facing left, it created crimson pools in the grass.
The older brother's chocolate brown eyes looked to meet Tommy's icy blue ones. The older's face held a mix of emotions; Fear, worry, and pain. The winged-male attempted to reach out for his brother, but he winced and failed to reach him. All he wanted to do was be closer to Tommy, and his broken, dying body refused to let him. The brunette simply watched as a black feather fell onto his hand, his vision fading into a dark, black void.
"Wilbur?" Tommy stepped forward, waiting for a response. When the younger didn't get one, he ran to his brother, tears and blood mixing together on his face. He was now at his brother's side, and all he did was weep. The chicken-hybrid checked if Wilbur was breathing, and unfortunate for Tommy, the older wasn't. It was clear that the black-feathered hybrid was no longer among the living.
The younger continued to weep. He stayed by the body for what felt like years but only for a few hours. Once the sun began to set, Tommy stood up. He needed to head home before the monsters spawned, even if he wanted to stay with his brother. "Goodbye, Wilbur," He told the body, closing Wilbur's eyes with his hand. If it weren't for the blood and the broken wings, it would seem like his brother was sleeping, and it would be more of a comfortable sight for the younger.
The blond wiped away the now dried blood and tears and hurried back home. Only now did he realize that he had to tell their father of the death. Tommy knew Philza was never a fragile man, but the death of his own flesh and blood would ruin the poor old man. The teen thought of lying to him, but it wasn't worth it. The young hybrid just needed to be straightforward and tell him.
Slowly, the teen opened the door to their cabin. The light of the lanterns spilled onto him and outside, illuminating everything with their glow. He entered slowly and cautiously. The blond looked around for his father, and once he caught sight of whom he was looking for, he froze. "Hey, Dad," He greeted. The youngest son tried his best to not look sad, but he was ultimately failing.
Philza was sitting in a chair, writing away. Once he heard Tommy, he looked at his youngest son. He glanced around for his slightly older son, and a frown formed when he didn't catch sight of him. "Tommy, where's Wilbur?" He arose from his seat, attempting to search for him, but Tommy stood in his way. "Tommy, what happened when you both went out?"
The blond bit his lip, tears spilling out of his eyes. "H-He was showing off, and I-I chose to have a snowball fight as he fl-flew, and he- He crashed into the ground. I killed h-him with a snowball, Phil. He's dead because I didn't alert him." He hugged his father, burying his face in his chest as he sobbed. The teen made a mistake, a horrible mistake, and all he did was blame himself.
The father frowned and hugged Tommy back. "Tommy, you didn't know it happened, just please do not blame yourself. I'm sure he wouldn't blame you if he were alive." Tears started welling up in the older male's eyes. The crow-hybrid knew he should wait until tomorrow as he just found out about this, but his son deserves a burial tonight. "How about you head upstairs and go to bed, son? I'll go and collect his body. Just go upstairs and rest. If you need anything, Techno will be here in ten minutes, and I'll hopefully be back before the sun rises."
The blond nodded and pulled away. "Goodnight, Phil." He weaved goodbye, slowly walking upstairs to his and Wilbur's room. This will be the first time he slept alone in their room, and the teen hated it. The chicken-hybrid wanted to believe this was a nightmare, and at any moment, he'd wake up to his brother loudly playing guitar and be told to wake up earlier by him. But he knew better.
Tommy entered his room, looking at Wilbur's bed almost instantly. He remembered when he once snuck out to be with Tubbo and Ranboo, he remembered Wilbur being and being told his brother covered for him already, and he remembered them hugging after that happened. Those memories, while happy, will never happen again. Sadness hung heavy around the blond as he sluggishly headed to his bed. He closed his eyes unwillingly as he drifted off to sleep.
|~*~|
Cold and darkness. Those were the first things Wilbur noticed when he woke up. He looked around only to realize he couldn't really see anything. "Hello?" He called out as he stood up. Wilbur didn't know what was happening, and he was scared. He began to walk, not knowing what to do. It was unfortunate there wasn't a light anywhere.
The brunette groaned. His best bet was to fly, it seemed. However, when Wilbur went to do so, he didn't. In fact, he didn't feel anything in his wings nor felt them at all now that he thought of it. He whipped his head around to look at his back. Wings were no longer there and were replaced with a blue cape with white, bone patterns resembling wings. "Huh?"
The brunette began to wonder if anything else was different. However, the darkness couldn't help him. The no-longer-winged male thought maybe looking at a water source will help him at least get an idea. Wilbur looked around, and he luckily caught sight of one; It was just a few meters away from him, so he had some walking to do.
After a few minutes of walking, Wilbur arrived and immediately looked into the water. At first, he noticed that his eyes were no longer brown and were glowing a bright green. His feathered-ears were more bat-like. He couldn't make out what color they were now, but it didn't matter because the brunette was panicking. Why did he look different? Why was he alone? Why is he here?
All of his thoughts came to a stop at the sound of a twig snapping. Wilbur quickly turned around to face who was the source. At first, he didn't know who it was, but a few memories he didn't remember moments before flashed into his head. "Dad?"
Philza finally moved at the sound of his son's voice. His expression held great sadness yet hope now that he knew it was Wilbur standing by the river. "Hey, mate.... Are you okay?" He quickly grabbed a torch and lit it. When the father saw how the brunette looked, a tear slipped from his face. "Oh...."
Wilbur frowned. "Dad, what happened? Why did I wake here alone?" The brunette had so many questions, and he didn't care if Philza could answer them or not. He needed to ask them. "Why don't I remember anything? I just now remembered you." The poor boy didn't know what was going on.
"Wil, there was an accident. I should tell you when we get home. Come on, let's go." He reached a hand out for Wilbur to take. Philza knew what was going on, it seemed, and answers would only be given if Wilbur went home with him. "Someone would definitely like to see you. He.... He had a day today, and he needs your support."
The brunette nodded despite not knowing who it was and took his father's hand. Along the walk, there was almost complete silence. Only sounds made were their own footsteps and the ones animals and bugs made around them. It seemed almost sad, but Wilbur didn't pick up on that just yet. "Will you answer my questions when we reach home?"
Philza nodded, staying silent. "Techno came home from his trip, so if my answers are too much, we both can try and calm you down," He informed the other. He sort of forgot that Wilbur doesn't remember anything so saying his oldest son's name didn't exactly do anything.
The brunette tilted his head. "Techno? Who's that?"
The father now remembered. "Oh he's your older brother, and Tommy is your younger brother. Sorry, I sort of forgot about your memory issues. Maybe seeing them will make you remember." He had hope despite how the situation was.
Wilbur nodded and stayed silent the entire walk home. As soon as they arrived, his father opened the door and let him in first. The brunette walked in, looking around as he remembered memories of the place. "So this is where we live," He said. The non-winged male's eyes soon landed on a man with a pink bunny mask sitting down at the dining table. He went to ask who it was when he remembered. "Techno!"
The eldest brother was about to ask why Wilbur was excited to see him when he was tackled and hugged by the other. He was about to complain when he noticed Wilbur's appearance. "Oh you-" He was interrupted by another voice.
"Techno, I haven't told him yet," The father interjected. He watched as the boys stopped hugging and stood, both staring at each other before looking at their father. "Wil, I suggest waiting until tomorrow. This information could affect you badly, and you haven't slept," He told his son. It seemed like that was the truth yet also a lie. Either way, Wilbur nodded and headed upstairs, more than likely to sleep.
Once there was a sound of a door shutting, Techno looked at his father. "Dad, you need to tell him he's dead, please. For yours and his sake. He needs to know," The masked-male begged. Techno had always been one to lecture Philza about not telling people the truth instantly.
"I will tomorrow. He deserves to think he's alive for a moment longer at least." The father went to leave but stopped. "Due to the fact Wilbur has no memories, he probably went to your room. You're welcome to sleep in the guest room if you wish." The winged-male then walked away, not saying another word.
|~*~|
The second the sun rose, sunrays began to fill the room. Wilbur woke up and hissed, his skin feeling like it was burning. He ran off of pure instinct now as he phased through the wall. He thought the door was open, and he went through it, but he was wrong. Now, the dead boy was standing in the hall without a clue as to why his skin burned from the sun. His eyes glanced at the other door.
You see, to Wilbur, with his memories not all of his being there, he knew his and Tommy's room as Techno's room. He didn't remember Philza bringing home a younger brother, he didn't remember Techno moving in with him, he didn't remember moving in with Tommy shortly afterwards.
Wilbur knocked on the door. "Techno, if you're awake, please get up soon." The brunette then wandered down the stairs only to find Techno sitting at the table and Philza making breakfast like always. "Oh you're already awake," He exclaimed.
The two seemed to have stopped a conversation the second they saw Wilbur. Techno was the first to speak. "Mornin', Wilbur. How was sleeping?" There was something rather suggestive in his tone, but Wilbur, not picking up on tones easily, didn't catch it.
"Oh it was nice other than a nightmare here and there of me crashing into the ground," The brunette answered. He nervously smiled as he sat down. Once the once-winged male did, he noticed there were four chairs at the table. From what he remembered so far, there had always been three. Despite the oddity, Wilbur didn't question it.
Philza and Techno exchanged looks. They absolutely knew something. "Wilbur, have you ever heard of Phantoms," The father began. He needed to slowly guide his son to acknowledging his death. He turned off the stove as he turned around.
Wilbur nodded. "Yes, why? Is something wrong?"
"Well, I'm sure you know they are what's left of a dead person. It's said the night after a person dies, the soul of the dead person has to choose to move on or stay behind, and the soul clearly chose to stay behind. They linger around mostly because the dead person had some unfinished business," The father began. He looked down. "There's no easy way to say this, mate, but you are-"
"Wilbur?" Tommy interrupted his father, standing on the last step. His eyes were fixed on his older brother. The second the dead man turned to look at him, the blond knew for sure who it was. "Wilbur!" He ran and hugged the rather confused brunette. "Oh I'm so glad you're okay! I thought you died on the mountain!"
The winged-teen's words confused Wilbur for a moment. Then, there was a flash of realization; He was dead, and Philza was trying to answer the questions from before. "I'm.... Dead?" He looked down. If the phantom could cry, he would. He should have known the second he came back.
Tommy pulled away when his brother didn't hug him. He glanced at his father and oldest brother, both of them looking concerned. "Did I do something I wasn't supposed to?" Before he could get an answer to the question, Wilbur got up and walked through him. The teen shivered at the feeling, confusion setting in his facial features.
"Tommy, he isn't exactly alive. We were trying to tell him ourselves before you woke up, but he'll get over it soon. Anyway, what are you doing up? You normally sleep until noon," The masked-male pointed out. He had noticed Philza was making breakfast but said nothing as he stared at his youngest brother.
The winged-teen hesitantly sat down. Part of him wanted to go and find Wilbur, but he knew the phantom needed time to process the information first. "Oh Wil knocked on my door and told me if I was awake to get up soon. He thought I was Techno for some reason," The teen told his brother. He watched as his father and brother exchanged looks. "Why are you guys looking at each other? What does he calling me Techno mean," He asked with a pout.
"Tommy, Wilbur doesn't remember you yet. Phantoms don't remember things as soon as they come back. They remember basic things and how they used to look, but that's it. To him right now, you're a stranger." Techno sighed. He hoped the teen wouldn't do anything irrational with this news. "He remembers us and the house however. Wilbur will remember you soon, we promise."
The teen nodded. Now he definitely needed to see his older brother later. But first, he needed breakfast and a plan.
|~*~|
Tommy knocked on Techno's door. He didn't exactly know if Wilbur was there or not, but it was worth a try. "Wilbur? Are you there?" He went to open the door but found out something was blocking it. His brother was definitely there. "Please let me in."
"Go away," The phantom's rather quiet voice answered. He didn't want anyone to see him right now. He was so determined to have it stay that way that he didn't even listen to what Tommy said next. "Just leave me alone."
The teen frowned. He just wanted to be with his brother, and he tried using his own force to open the door. It only opened a few centimeters, but that was it. The winged-male was never that strong, so of course it didn't open much. "Wilbur, please. I just want to talk to you like we used to." Unfortunately, his brother didn't say anything. Tommy decided now was the time to give up. With such sadness held in his heart, he went to leave.
Wilbur sighed and got off the floor. He removed the chest he sat in front of the door. "Come in." The phantom only decided to let the teen in because he wanted to remember more, and he didn't like how sad he made Tommy feel. He sat back in his place from before and watched as the blond entered the room.
The teen shut the door behind him, quickly sitting next to the phantom that is his brother. "So.... How do you feel," He awkwardly asked. Tommy didn't know how exactly to start this conversation, but he thought that was the best way to start it.
The phantom thought for a moment. He was silent as he stared at the ground for a moment before he answered. "Sad yet also hopeful. Like, this is a second chance, and I shouldn't waste it." He then looked at Tommy. "Odd."
Tommy raised an eyebrow as he looked at his brother. "What's odd?" It was unfortunate he couldn't read minds or he would have gotten an immediate answer. Instead, the phantom seemed to think of what words to use before he spoke.
"Tommy, is it," His older brother asked. It was weird that was what the phantom chose to start with. When the teen nodded, he answered. "When I looked at Techno and Philza, I remembered them instantly.... Tommy, I don't remember you."
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Trigger Warnings: (Android) Blood, stabbing, fire, and implied possession and arson.
Characters: Googleplier and Anti
Summary: Anti gets a new puppet.
Word Count: 735
2/08/22
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Google's eyes flashed blue as he powered on. He looked around his room, as if he was looking for something. However, he wasn't. After he completed scanning the room, he stretched. He didn't know why, but he felt like he was being watched, so the android attempted to be "normal" and pretend to be human.
The sense of peace yet being watched was overcome by the latter when he heard what seemed like laughter. "Who's there?" He looked around, seeing no one surprisingly. He continued to search for the source of laughter, even using his scanner to detect any life. He found nothing yet again.
"You know, when Dark said you were advanced for an android, he wasn't lying," The disembodied voice stated, sounding familiar yet not. "You'll be useful."
The android hissed in annoyance, continuing to search. He wanted- No, needed to know who was messing with him and now. "Whatever you're planning to do with me, it's a-" He was cut off by an intense pain erupting from his back, causing him to let out a scream. His sight was filled with warnings, all telling him that he was bleeding from his back. He crouched down, the pain overcoming him.
"If you're going to say no, think again," The voice stated with confidence and maliciousness. The source of the void revealed itself, stepping into the blue-shirted ego's shirt. It was a male with emerald-green hair, soulless and completely back eyes, and very snow-like skin. He had a gash on his neck that bleed onto his black shirt. He wore ripped-black jeans and green converse to sort of match his hair and shirt.
None of the male's features frightened Google, but the knife with blue blood did.
"Fuck you, I won't give in!" The android attempted to stand, but the darker presence kicked him to keep him down. He let out a groan of pain, glaring at the being.
"Do you know who I am? I am Dark's greatest fear, but you can call me Anti," The demonic being told Google before straddling him. "Now, I wonder how much of that blood stuff you can lose before you power off for good, but for now, I want to do something else."
The android continued to glare, his expression not changing after Anti got his level. "What do you want then, "Dark's greatest fear"," He mocked, not caring if he was killed for saying that.
"I need a new puppet. My old one sort of.... Ran away, so you'll have to do." Anti gave a terrifying smile, a bit of anger was placed in his expression when Google wasn't phased. He wanted to at least scare Google into giving in, but it seemed nothing was working. No matter though. He can change the android's reaction when he takes over.
The blue-shirted ego rolled his eyes. "Whatever, can I get up? I need to do some stuff, so if you could please-" The android yelped as the green-haired demon stabbed him. He made a painful wince as the knife was removed from the wound. Now, the tasteful reaction of fear was present on his face, and Anti couldn't be any happier.
"Oh? What's that? You agree with the idea? Good, you didn't have a choice!" The demon quickly cut open the android's neck, smiling as the blue blood spilled from the wound. It was as fun as the first time he did it. Maybe it was something sadistic or messed up with his brain, but watching blood spill from wounds satisfied him. Sure, this was blue blood, but it still had the same effect. The demon then glitched away, vanishing from the android's sight.
Meanwhile, the android choked as the blue blood spilled out. His eyes widened with fear as Anti entered him. There were warnings of a virus popping all over sight before his vision went black. All he saw was a void of everything, a sea of black-icky darkness.
Instead of silence for his entire time there, he heard a cruel laugh. Soon after the frightening sound left his ears, the android regained his senses. The first thing he noticed was the smell of smoke and a metallic taste in his mouth. He opened his eyes to reveal the manor on fire, and if Google could cry, he would be.
He lost his only comfort. He lost his safe place. He lost his home.
Trigger Warning: Choking; Strangling; Character Death; Implied kidnapping; Mention of cannibalism; Curse words
Characters: Actor and Bim
Summary: Bim loved talking; It's clear as he does it a lot on his show, but at the same time, does he need to talk 24/7? Actor would like to test that theory.
Word Count: 668
10/02/21
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Bim awoke in a rather fancy living room, all of it seemed to be decorated in dark red color. He groaned and tried to move his hands only to find out they were tied behind his back, and it seemed his legs were in the same predicament. "Great.... Fucking great," The gameshow host thought out loud. "I'm stuck in a room with no way to escape," Bim added. He jumped soon after saying that, hearing shuffling from behind him. "W-Who's there?"
Something suddenly pressed up behind the older ego, speaking rather softly into his ear, "Oh, Bim, I thought you would recognize the manor. After all, I brought you here once." That seemed pleasant yet threatening at the same time, and Bim didn't know whether to ask this person for help or be scared.
"Uh.... Who are you? Sorry to be rude, but I don't recognize you," The cannibal stated, fear slightly present in his voice. This person made Bim feel unsettled, like he's planning to do something not good to him.
"How could you, of all people, forget me? Am I not memorable?" The person pulled away and walked right in front of the ego, dawning a dark red suit, black dress pants, a black bowtie tied on his stainless white dress shirt, and he held a black, elegant cane. His brown eyes looked at the one wearing glasses, seeming to burn through his very soul. "Oh and if you somehow forgot what I looked like, darling, I'm-"
Bim finished the sentence for the other, fear definitely present in his voice. "Actor.... Oh my god, I'm going to die," He looked down, feeling the stare of Actor on him. All he could do was hope that by some way, somehow, the others will find him. If not, he surely was going to die here.
Actor seemed to just roll his eyes as he watched the other panic. "You won't.... Not yet anyways." He finally looked away from the ego, more than likely looking for his assortments of weapons to kill Bim with. "I want to test something first, that is all.... Depending on how you react, you might have a chance at living." He then grabbed something that Bim couldn't see. He smirked as he walked back behind the black-suited ego.
Bim began whimpering and attempting to escape where he was sitting, letting out screams and pleas for the manipulative male to let him go. Of course, all he got for an answer was him being yanked up by the neck, forced to stare at the other with fear. Something wrapped around his neck, and it seemed to squeeze. Bim looked down, and he would have let out a scream if his throat wasn't being squeezed by a red-and-black-scaled snake.
"Beautiful, isn't she?.... Her name is Cherry Swirl, and I haven't fed her in about a month," Actor informed the gameshow host of his pet snake. Slowly, he walked around the slowly choking male, watching as his snake strangled his guest. "I wouldn't try and move if I were you. She has venom that can make you hallucinate. While I would love to watch you suffer like that, I have morals, contrary to popular belief."
Bim struggled to say anything, all he could do was wait for his slow and inevitable death. He managed to choke out a few words, but they weren't much. "Fuck.... You." If only he knew not to say those words as the snake squeezed tighter, and Actor's glare burned more into his soul.
"I hope you know to save that air of yours. You got a limited supply of that left," Actor stated as he walked around the room again, watching as Bim breathed less and less. He smiled once Bim's movements slowed, and the cannibal closed his eyes one final time as he stopped breathing all together. "Darn, you didn't live long enough.... Oh well, time to clean up," The red-suited man exclaimed as the snake around Bim's neck slithered away.
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