Jester Jake

"Oh god," he mourned as he covered his face with his hands as the despair he felt washed over him like rainfall. "I'm ruined! I'm gonna lose everything! All because of that damn critter toy! What am I gonna do now?!"

He was so caught up in his despair that he didn't even notice someone watching him in the corner and decided to reveal himself to Leith.

"I was wondering where you were."

Leith Pierre turned toward the voice, which was none other than Eric Wilson, one of the lab scientists at the testing department.

"What in hell was he doing here?"Leith thought as he formed his next words carefully. "Hey-hey, Wilson. It's not what it looks like! I-I was just-"

"Cut the crap, you filthy liar. You aren't fooling anyone." Wilson cut him off as he stared down at Leith's new eyes. They were once green, but now they were bloody red. "I saw what you did back there, so don't go thinking about fabricating a lie because I already know."

"How... How much do you know?"

"Everything."

Leith Pierre's eyes widened with fear, possibly now because he was probably going to get tested and treated like a lab rat.

"Are you... going to tell everyone?" Leith asked.

"No," Wilson said. "As a matter of fact, I'm going to make sure this stays between us. Because like it or not, you are something of interest."

"How can I be so sure that you won't rat me out?" Leith asked once more. He really didn't want to be betrayed by the one he trusted the most. Especially when it’s a scientist named Harley Sawyer.

The scientist walked over to Leith and placed a reassuring hand on the innovator's shoulder. "I can reassure you that you won't lose your job, nor will you be sent to Doctor Sawyer for analysis. From now on, I'll be the one overseeing your... condition and monitoring your progress as well."

"You mean it?"

"Of course..."

Leith looked into Wilson's eyes and checked if he was lying. Turned out he wasn't, which made Leith all the more relaxed than usual. Now that he had someone who knew his secret and was willing to keep it hidden from prying eyes.

"Alright then, it's settled." Leith smiled. "Where should we start?" Leith asked, which made Eric Wilson, of all people, smirk.

"I think I have a few ideas."

From that day forward, Eric Wilson began monitoring Leith Pierre as a supervisor slash documented researcher while watching the innovator-turned-vampire learning his new powers as a creature of the night. As well as running into and causing shenanigans that attracted other dark creatures towards them and the factory itself.

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 Son of Poseidon, Child of the Sea Silver_Captain82403

Somewhere in Ithaca, Odysseus and Telemachus were on a bench, overlooking the view of their peaceful, home Island. They enjoy the wind breezing onto their white cloaks that cover most of their bodies. It was a chance to reconnect with the bond they had long needed before the war began.

As they watched the view from the bench, Odysseus spoke, "This place hasn't changed a bit."

"Yeah, it hasn't," Telemachus agreed.

Odysseus began pointing out all the things he used to do when he was a young spirited child who wanted to see the world and be legendary. Telemachus chuckled because he was just like that before the Suitors arrived and stole his innocence away, which brought a sad look to his face, and moved away, not wanting his father to see the look of sadness on his face.

But frankly, Odysseus noticed his action and asked concernedly, "Is there something the matter, Telemachus?"

"Nothing Father," he assured, "I'm just reflecting that's all."

Odysseus knew exactly what was up with Telemachus. Ever since he learned what the Suitors had done to him, he made sure that every last one of them suffered by his hand as well as Telemachus, who killed with an intense ferocity that he never knew he had until that moment.

Not wanting to see his son sad, he comforted him with kind words, "It's alright, my son. They are gone now. You won't have to deal with them anymore."

It was a very kind gesture from the one who had been far from home for the past twenty years or so. But if only knew what Telemachus had done, he would never forgive himself. But he had to know the truth because it was very hard to bury it deep down when it would eventually come out.

"Father, there's something I must confess. I haven't told anyone, not even my mother, or my closest friends..."

"What is it?" Odysseus knew where this was going and didn't like it, but he was willing to listen to his son if it meant healing the trauma his son endured.

"One of the Suitors, Antinous I think... I had a child with him..."

Odysseus' eyes widened at that profound discovery, but he let Telemachus continue his story, "I hid it from the rest of them including my mother. Once it was born, I... took it to the edge of the cliff and... threw it into the waves below... Never to be seen again.. I just want to let you know that I didn't threw it because I didn't want a child nor it was flawed. I threw it because... I didn't want it to become like Antinous... If he knew, he... I just didn't want him to be raised by that awful man nor anyone else who came for my mother's throne. At first, I felt relieved because I assumed I did the right thing, but now I just feel sick. Partially because I did it, but mostly because I feel like a pathetic moron that just committed a horrible crime and I won't be forgiven for it."

Odysseus was stunned as he watched his son broke down in tears. His son had to go through the same thing he did when he was forced to throw an infant off the wall due to a prophecy that would come back to bite him in the butt if he let it live.

"I was forced to throw an infant off the walls of Troy."

Telemachus turned to him with shock. Did his father confess to infanticide? "What?" It was all the boy could say.

"I had no choice," his father began. "It was either him or you and your mother, and deep down I would drain the world just to see you two again. This is to let you know that you and I are more alike than we realize. We might never heal from the wounds that were done to us, but that doesn't mean we have to suffer alone, so let me take the suffering from you."

He won't let his son suffer alone anymore, so he gently reached out toward him and hugged him with the much-needed love and comfort possible. It was the way Desponia, Demeter's daughter, Telemachus accepted his father's embrace as he sobbed into his open arms.

"Thank you, father... For everything," the son sobbed in gratitude.

"Anytime, my son," Odysseus smiled.

The wounds inflicted upon them would never heal and it's sad, but that doesn't mean they have to suffer alone, for that they're grateful to have one another in each other's arms.

...

After retiring Telemachus to his chambers, where he slept comfortably with content that he didn't have to suffer alone, Odysseus went back outside and headed into the quiet, solitude parts of the Ithacan Island, where no one was around except for the calming waves and the moon that shined brightly in the night sky.

Once the coast was clear, Odysseus lifted his hood, revealing his beautiful brown locks and also a beautiful face despite being scarred for life.

He reflected back on what he had learned today. Apparently, he and his son weren't so different. Both were forced to do unspeakable things that would make a man's skin crawl and were forced to be someone they were not to protect the ones they love.

The only difference was that while Telemachus had earned his freedom from those lecherous Suitors through ruthless slaughter, Odysseus had not due to his affiliation with the Sea God. That's the reason they wore these white cloaks, to symbolize their survival and cover the shame and humiliation they endured from their captors.

"Ah, like father and son," Odysseus turned around and saw none other than Poseidon himself, one who had him on a leash. The one Odysseus couldn't get away from. "Now isn't that poetic?"

Whenever he was around other people, Odysseus would hide his presence by masking his true scent, showing off that rebellious and confident side of his. Whenever he was around Poseidon, his true nature would be revealed and his scent would reduce him into this obedient state, so the Sea God would use him as a pleasure whore..

In the end, Odysseus was never free from his captor, unlike Telemachus. He was a King turned slave under the tyrannical sovereign's control, and he had no choice but to obey his every command.

Odysseus stood still as Poseidon walked toward his obedient slave and touched his hand onto the mortal's face, who immediately rubbed back affectionately. Odysseus doesn't say or do anything as Poseidon pushes him against a large stone and undresses him to the point where Odysseus is completely naked.

After that, Poseidon does his thing and starts ravaging his body. During his ravaging, Poseidon begins talking through the events that transpired when his bedwarmer arrived back in Ithaca.

"I must say, you've gone through quite the predicament coming back here to your home island. When I first found out you escaped with the help of my children, I nearly panicked. The thought of someone so precious to me would be hurt or wounded. Physically, mentally, and emotionally, so when I went to come get you, you and your son, along with my children, were already hashing it out against those pathetic, lecherous wolves that planned to take your wife's life. Speaking of your wife, I'm surprised she accepted you back despite being mine. But then, the Suitor's families had the gall to retaliate as if they didn't know what you're family had been through. Thankfully, I was there to silence their petty rebellion for good before got out a hand."

Most of it was true. In a desperate attempt to reunite with his family, most of Poseidon's children help him escape and arrive at the Island, where they prevent Telemachus' suicide attempt and help to slaughter the Suitors from overthrowing Penelope. Yes, there was retaliation from their families, but it was actually Athena who convinced them not to retaliate, not Poseidon, who nearly went berserk when he discovered he had escaped from his domain.

Although he wasn't allowed to speak until spoken to, nor was he allowed to defy him during their intimate sessions. That was the way it was during these sexual encounters between mortal and god.

Once they were done, Poseidon allowed himself to observe to mortal, who was slumped against the sandy ground, holding his legs tightly while shivering from all the banging he had endured. The Sea God then gazed at his bedwarmer's stomach, which was bloated with the life he put in there. He touched Odysseus's stomach and rubbed it gently to where the mortal moaned in unwanted delight.

"I can't wait to take you and that child in you back with me. It'll be like old times. See you soon, King of Ithaca," Poseidon chuckled as he went back into the sea, leaving a naked Odysseus alone with a baby growing inside him.

He thought things had changed with him reuniting with his beloved wife and son, but that would be a lie. In truth, this was all slavery under the guise of freedom. He could tell himself and the concerned looks around him that everything was fine, that there was nothing to worry about.

In the end, the wounds that had been done to him would never heal, and he would never be the same person as he was before in his bright days. All he could do was accept the enivatble and let himself one day fall into the hands of fate.

Odysseus huddled into a ball while caressing his stomach as well as silently weeping. Sometimes, he just wanted to hide from the world, so it couold never hurt him and let himself be safe.

...

Somewhere in the underwater palace, Poseidon visited a room where all of the children Odysseus bred for him slept in cribs peacefully. One of them was a special boy, born from the son of Odysseus, who gave up the right to care for the child the moment he threw it into the waves below.

Now the child belonged to Poseidon, just like the rest of the children in their cribs. He gently caressed the boy's cheek with his finger and grinned. Once the child grew at the right age, Poseidon would mold him into the most ruthless being that ever existed across the sea, and he would be named Zael...

for times when my English will become acceptable because writing this in Polish feels not right sample of the story under the summary c:

Of course, I was thinking about Penelope's reaction to Odysseus showing up with a new kid (10/11 years old, give or take, Astyanax) at their doors.

I imagined it as the Game of Thrones scene when Ned Stark comes home and shows Catelyn a baby who, he claims, is his bastard. If I were her, I would lose my mind.

But I think that Odysseus explained himself chaotically, yet truly and Penelope didn't fight with the idea of raising the little prince as their own.

But Telemachus? Well, that's a hell of a different story.

He spent his childhood without his father, missing his presence and hoping to meet him one day. He lived in his shadow, as the problematic son of the absent king that everyone wanted to kill, or as a painful reminder to his mother that Odysseus wasn't around anymore and that she needed to be there for the two of them.

Now his dad is back but with a new child.

A new child who knows his father so well. Odysseus was his only parent for ten years (if we forget about 600 uncles, but they died after like 3 years? if I get it right?) and they just get themselves on an impossible level.

Odysseus knows Astyanax's nightmares (they share them).

Astyanax knows his father's past and doesn't need to ask many questions, and Telemachus does. He hates to do it because he sees Odysseus's pain, he sees Astyanax's reproachful look, like he is going to fight Telemachus if he doesn't leave their father, and-

and he sees the sad, concerned eyes of his mom.

So he doesn't ask much about those 20 years. And somehow it's even worse.

Because Telemachus doesn't know Odysseus. Because it feels weird and not home, like they are forced to be close, but they are not. Because he knew his father from songs, stories and legends, and this man is not who he heard of and he doesn't know how can he fix it.

Telemachus doesn't like to think about it but feels like he gives up on Odysseus. He spent the last 20 years of his life trying to reach that man and- Telemachus is tired.

Besides, Odysseus has another son anyway, right?

The prince of Troy, cursed boy, son of Hector, Astyanax, who also turned out to be a pain in the ass.

He knows that he can't blame the kid for his existence or even for the fact that Odysseus took him to their home.

For that Odysseus often takes Astyanax for horse rides to show him the island. The thing that Telemachus did alone.

For that, Odysseus teaches the boy how to use a sword and they laugh a lot during that. The thing that Telemachus did with strangers, got dozens of bruises, always trying to do everything he could to impress the person that wasn't there.

He doesn't blame Astyanax.

He just can't stand him.

But the boy seems to love the idea of going after him whenever Odysseus manages to pull him off for a moment. It's okay when Astyanax watches him during the trainings with eyes shining with excitement. However, it's bad when Astyanax starts to talk.

Father said I'm getting better at parrying-

When I was with father on Calypso's island-

Father does this completely differently-

Telemachus is a patient man. He waited for his father for 20 years. But sometimes he asks himself if Astyanax knows that all this talking about Odysseus, the man he missed but can't actually get to know, is such a trigger for him.

Maybe Astyanax teases him to show how much more of a son Odysseus is?

With every day Telemachus is more and more irritated. He does his best to hide it, but he can't ignore this fire burning him from the inside.

The reason for this fragile peace collapse is, relatively, very stupid.

Telemachus was tired after all day when he met Odysseus.

"The situation in the city is now calmed down,’ he informed his father, combing through his wind-tangled hair."

Odysseus nodded and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you, Telemachus. Well done."

Telemachus froze, not knowing what to say. He couldn't even move. Finally, he nodded, wincing slightly at the awkwardness of his every interaction with his father.

"Of course, father."

Odysseus seemed equally perplexed. However, the whole situation changed when Astyanax appeared in the courtyard where they stood.

Or, he ran into it, almost toppling over, just to get to Odysseus faster and embrace him around the waist.

"Dad, you will never believe what I found with mother in the garden!"

Telemachus watched with unhealthy interest as his father's face lit up with a smile as he listened to Astyanax's excited chatter.

A sudden anger, though senseless and petty, flared his veins. He had to avert his gaze and drive it into the ground so that no one could see his anger. His jaw was clenched tightly.

Twenty years of life based on a vague memory. An entire journey to find his father. His faith, his efforts and his devotion. All this to not be able to have one real conversation with his father. All this to watch both his parents melt down over his new, little brother. All this to stand by and watch his dreams fade away.

He no longer watched.

He walked away before he could do something stupid. Something that would distance him even further from his father.

He holed up in one of the cool and dark corridors of their palace. He concentrated on his breathing and massaged his temples.

He was an adult and knew how to deal with his feelings. Not that anyone had ever taught him that.

"Telemachus, what's wrong? You don't even know what we found in the garden, you went too fast!"

He didn't know shit about how to deal with his feelings.

"Could you, for five minutes, let me live as I lived before you came along? Five minutes without your constant footsteps and shouting behind my back. Five minutes of peace and quiet! That's all I'm asking for!"

But Astyanax took a few steps back as if frightened by Telemachus' sudden outburst. A grimace twisted his face and he squinted as if Telemachus was an extremely difficult puzzle for his quick mind.

"Why are you so angry? I don't understand."

"At this point? I'm not sure anymore. All I know is that I wasn't this angry even once before you dragged yourself home with father and decided to act as if it had all been yours forever."

Telemachus had to calm down. For bloody hell, he had just shouted at the eleven-year-old as if he was guilty of anything.

‘Are you angry about your father bringing me with him?’

Damn it.

It wasn't true. To be fair, he did not want Astyanax to die that night in Troy or be lost in the depths of the burning city.

Still, did he want him here? He let his thoughts wander before he could finally admit it to himself.

Astyanax, essentially, was not the problem. Everything else was. Telemachus was as well.

"No. There are many other things I'm angry about, but not this."

He sat down on the floor and leaned against the cool wall. He hid his face in his hands and let the anger leave him with his next breaths.

"Forgive my shouting. You got me at the wrong time, brother."

And he heard the boy slowly slide down the wall and sit down a few steps away from him.

"You should be grateful, you know?" suddenly said Astyanax. "He travelled all the world to see you and Mom."

You won't scream, Telemachus said to himself. He took a breath.

"Yeah, he didn't really know me, so. I don't know if that counts."

"That's even better. I mean, he loved you anyway. All this time, he was thinking about you"

This logic was wrong, but Telemachus doesn't find enough strength to fight over it.

They stayed silent for a few minutes.

"He didn't want me, you know? He just didn't want me dead and I reminded him of you. He was also scared of what I would become if he just left me alone. And you are so awful but he wanted you from the beginning and he loves you and he was so proud and-" Astyanax put his arms around his knees, his voice breaking as he spoke his next words: "You're a terrible idiot, you know. But he still wants you."

Telemachus needed a few seconds to see that every now and then, Astyanax would rub his wet eyes with his little fists.

He wasn't ready for this, even after months of training he wouldn't be ready. He stays silent for a moment. Slowly, he puts his arms over the crying mess and draws him to his side.

"And you think that father carried you all over the world because he doesn't like you?"

"Because he's kind and he would be ashamed to tell uncle Polites what he did."

"As far I know he wasn't so nice all this time, right? But he never turned his back on you. If you don't trust me, trust that. Odysseus came with you to Ithaca, because he wants you."

Astyanax did not reply but rested his head on his side. Telemachus let him.

Later that night, Telemachus carried a tired Astyanax straight to his parents' bedroom and knocked. When confused Odysseus finally opened it, Telemachus threw the sleepy child at him without hesitation.

"Hug your bloody kid."

And he walked away. This was his moment to avoid uncomfortable questions.

Let me know what do you think. And yes, Telemachus and Odysseus have a proper conversation about being father and son, but later.

He envied him with the fury of a thousand suns.

(Cabadath/Trilby, angst and unhealthy stuff, and physical and mental hurt)

(I'm Not a Thief, I'm a Treasure Hunter — A Skylit Drive)

Chris Quinn is a coworker and best friend to Trilby and is always is a positive impact on him, and he he has a good healthy relationship with him. After dying, Trilby has lost his true lover and now has to deal the nightmares all by himself.

But what’s happening in the story here is that Cabadath saves Trilby from Buzzers, and heals him. He then tells him that Chzo is not the invading god. This represents how Cabadath does care about Trilby and doesn’t want him or the world he lives in getting hurt.

As soon as he's far away from them, he comes across Toby, who blankly stares at him and says, "I told you... Timothy... It was all your fault."

That's when he wakes up in his bed, completely horrified by the nightmare he just endured. He wonders if it really is his fault. Think about it, if he'd gotten his friends sick, think all of the other psychopaths residing in this manor who might've come across before the whole Marble Hornets shtick happened.

However, his fear quickly dissipates when he sees her therapy bot, Mangle sound asleep moving towards him as if to comfort him. Ever since she came to the manor, she's been residing in Tim's room in secret because who knows what his employer will do to her, or anyone else who finds her here. Either way, Tim relaxes she's still here, taking care of him at least. He rests his head next to her, sighing calmly.

Masky encounters Sun hiding behind one of the walls of the factory during his attempted revenge against the SDF for hurt his mangled friend. At first, Sun is frightened by Masky’s appearance, but after learning his close connection to Mangle, he warms up to him. When Sun learns about Mangle’s ‘death’ by one of the Holiday leaders, he s distraught and mourns for her along with his new friend Masky.

Both being Mangle’s closest friends, the two work together in order to completely dismantle the Special Delivery Force once and for all. As they do, they talk about how Mangle is a good person and great friend. Masky tells Sun how Mangle helped him with his anxiety issues while Sun tells the story how he and Mangle met and became best friends forever.

Later, while trying to defeat an opposition in their way, they are rescued an saved by Mangle, who fakes her death by creating an illusion, so that she can escape the SDF’s wrath of her desertion, but Mangle had her reasons.

All and all, both Masky and Sun are so happy that their best friend is alive and well, because what they will do without her.

“I was surprised when he gave you a second chance despite killing your brother twice because most people wouldn’t forgive their loved one’s murderer. It proves that he really is a kind hearted soul. He might’ve given you all mercy, but I WON’T! I won’t make the same mistake twice as he did. I’ll make sure that you or anyone else like you doesn’t have another chance at life again! You’re no hero. You’re not even a saint! You’re nothing but a demon, a vampire!”

“A GOD DAMN FEMME FATALE! An Archetype that causes nothing but pain and suffering to those around them, including the ones they love! Take her to housing section, where the other core subjects are! Don’t worry, you’ll be joining them soon, and I’ll see you later. That is a guaranteed promise!”

Good people don’t have jobs like mine. Good people don’t end up like this.

For some reason, trapped here with only my memories for company, I can’t stop thinking about the women. Always so fascinatted by me. Wanting to share in my life of adventure. I felt like a man up to his waist in a tar pit, and they were standing on solid ground, asking me how the tar was. I played the martyr, stayed aloof, pushed them away. But was I actually concerned for their safety, or stroking my ego again?

Because I know what I would do if I had my time again. If I had to choose between saving the world, or stealing a few moments of love before the end, I would let it all burn. Every man, woman, child, if it meant I could feel the warmth of another human being in my arms.

Overtime, he begins to realize that Maxwell was just using him to sabotage the other islanders who are also surviving like he is. This results Trilby to defy Maxwell orders, which doesn’t go well because Maxwell intentionally summons the inner demon in him and goes berserk. Maxwell basically disappears before Trilby goes on a monstrous rampage. Time has passed and Trilby has become an urban legend amongst the Islanders. Apparently, they see Trilby as this unknown creature with large tentacles lurking around in the dark forest, hunting anyone who comes near.

Eventually, with the help of Wilson and his friends, they managed to discover that there’s a man that needs their help and they somehow reverted him back into his normal form. Wilson extended a helping hand to Trilby, who is surprised by this course of action because he’s never been given help from a kind soul before. Nevertheless, he extended his hand back and the rest is history.

It’s a Different Kind of Fever.