#dad!marvin

Summary: Jameson came home with bruises all over his arms, and, well, Marvin found out, so, he asked Jamie what happened. As it turns out, the poor little kindergartener’s bullies were back, but this time, they came with extra things to hurt him with. They jumped him, and, he still somehow managed to walk home, however, his brothers called their country’s emergency hotline as soon as all of them knew about how severe the injuries were.

TW: MAJOR PHYSICAL TRAUMA, VIOLENCE, SEVERE ANGST, BULLYING, ALCOHOLISM, ETC.

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Marvin gritted his teeth. His baby brother came home crying once more today. It was those damned brats again. They never left poor Jamie alone! God, he hated them.

“What happened this time, Jamie?” He asked, holding his littlest brother’s painfully injured arm delicately in his hands, as he studied the horrid, nearly blackened bruises that practically covered it from his wrist to his shoulder.

“... T-They... Jumped me after school... Charley had a bat, Luke h-had a b-big textbook, S-Sammy had... steel-toed boots... and the rest just kicked me or encouraged them...”

“But what happened, Jame? I... How much of you hurts?!”

“E-Everything... My... w-whole body hurts...” His voice was so weak and broken from his pain and distress... Marvin hated that his brother went through that. He promised himself he’d do everything his baby bro described to him right back to those stupid brats, and more, just to get back at them for everything else they’d done to his bro.

No one hurts his little brother.

No one.

“... Do you remember what happened, Jame..?” He asked, much more gently this time.

“... Y-Yes...”

“Can you tell me? I won’t tell mama, promise. She won’t know this happened.”

“... O-okay...”

When Jamie finished, he was much, much angrier than before. In fact, he was shaking a little, just from the effort it took not to grab a knife and run off to kill them all right there and then. Thankfully, the boys were all in the same boy scout troop, so he wasn’t going to have any issues getting them all rounded up for the moment he’d pay them back all the pain they gave poor Jamie.

“... Jame... Take off your shirt, please, I wanna see how bad it is.”

“... I... But, what if mom sees..?”

“I won’t let that happen, lil bro.”

“... Ok..” Jamie took off his once pristine, ivory shirt, which was now scuffed with dirt, grass stains, and, in some places, blood. Oh, it looked so much worse than it sounded... His brother’s chest was littered with bruises, big and small, some even seeming to overlap in places. Not to mention all the little cuts and gashes everywhere... How on earth did Jamie manage to walk home with all of that?!

“Jack! S-Seán! Henry!!!!” He cried for his brothers, his voice filled with worry. He wasn’t afraid his mother might come looking for what was wrong; She wasn’t home yet. The sounds of the others all getting up from their beds and such echoed through the house, as Chase was the first to come in the room, only to find Marvin hugging the horribly beaten and bruised kindergartener like he was about to die.

“J-JayJay?! W-What the crap happened to you?!” The 6 year-old cried, his eyes filling with tears as his older brothers came in and each took places- Henrik, calling emergency services, Seán, comforting Chase, and Jack, trying to get Marvin off of Jameson. They all went quiet as Henrik finally got an answer from the operators.

“H-Hello?! P-Please, Ma’am, w-we- my- my baby bro, h-he needs-! N-No! He-He’s really really hurt!”

“N-No, I-I- He-He looks like someone t-took a-a huge pile of bricks and d-dumped them on him-!”

“... I-I... I’m 7.... H-His name’s Jameson... H-He’s 4...” Henrik’s voice broke as he mentioned Jameson’s age.

“Jackie... I... I’m getting dizzy...” Jameson whimpered.

“J-James-! S-Stick with us!” Jackie cried, catching the poor child as he collapsed a little.

“P-Please! Send them, quick! He- He’s getting really pale!” Henrik sobbed. The operator’s was voice raised to be detectable to the others now, though, it was severely muffled.

Henrik was breaking down now, tears spilling from his eyes in mass rivers as he begged the operator to send the ambulance.

“N-N-No! M-Mom can’t know!” He sobbed. The operator sounded confused, but he responded quickly.

“B-Because she’ll yell and scream and Jameson for not- not shutting up and de-dealing with the pain..!” Henrik’s voice was shaking and squeaking constantly, as he choked his words through his constant, terrified sobbing. The operator went quiet for a moment, but then she seemed to start trying to get Henrik to stay calm.

“... T-There’s more than just m-me and him, yeah...”

“... S-Six, there’s s-six of us... Y-Yes, we’re all here... p-please... tell them to hurry...”

“H-Henny..?” Marvin whimpered, wanting to go to his other brother, but also knowing Jameson needed more than just Jackie there.

“... O-Okay... G-Guys, s-she says to k-k-keep James awake!”

“O-Oh, no, Ja-Jamie, darling, stay with us..!” Marvin immediately turned to Jameson, whose eyes were half-shut.

Jamie groaned quietly “mmmm... b’... m’tired..”

“J-Jamie, please! T-The person who sent help says you c-can’t sleep!” He cried.

“J-James, p-please, stay a-awake for me, ‘kay?” Jack begged, jostling the much smaller boy a bit. “I-I-If you have to, d-don’t stop talking, o-okay?”

“okay... Mavvy... w-where... where’s mommy..?”

“M-Momma’s at work, Jamie..”

Chase and Seán finally ran over to them, helping them keep Jameson awake, and getting Henrik to join the group as well. They all sat down in a little cluster, with jameson held up in the middle.

“... S-Speaker...? H-How do I put it on..? O-Oh, okay...” Henrik asked the operator, but she answered before he finished.

“... Jameson, honey, can you hear me?” A woman’s voice came through the phone.

“Y-Yeah..?”

“There’s help on the way to come save you, okay, sweetie? It’s gonna be okay.”

“... Okay...”

“Don’t fall asleep, alright? I know it’s tempting, but right now you have to stay awake, no matter what happens.”

“... I won’t...”

“Good.”

It was quiet for a few seconds.

“... Can you tell me about why your mom would yell at you, sweetie..?”

“... Mamma doesn’t like it when we tell her we’re hurt... she’s not very nice to us, either...”

“... I see... Has she ever hurt you, sweetie?”

“... Mm-hm... She gets really dizzy and really angry whenever she drinks at night... Sometimes she does it in the mornings too...”

“J-Jamie...” Marvin started.

“Marvin knows what I’m talking about, too...”

“... Does she hurt all of you..?”

“... Mom prefers to take most of it out on Jameson... She sometimes goes after the rest of us, too, though...” Seán explained.

“... Have you interfered before..?”

“... Mommy throws them when they tell her to leave me alone... Last time it happened, Mavvy got a coh-cushin...”

“... Oh, dear... Does anyone else know about this, sweetie..?”

“... No... Mamma’s a good liar...”

“Alright... How are you doing? The doctors say they’re almost there.”

“... It... hurts...”

“I know, sweetie... What exactly happened to you..?”

“... The mean kids from the 4th grade class attacked me while I was walking home...”

“Were you alone?”

“Mmhm... None of the others go to the same school as me... momma has to work...”

“Why doesn’t your mother pick you up?”

“... jackie says she can’t afford to have us all and not work all day...”

“Oh... I see. Do... Do these kids attack you every day?”

“... yes.”

“What?!”

“James?!”

“...”

Everyone gasped in astonishment aside from the operator and Marvin, since Marvin was the only one Jamie told about these things.

“... Did you tell the teachers?”

“... no... they told me the teachers can’t do anything ‘cus it happens outside of school...”

“How far do you walk from school to home?”

“Two miles...”

“That far?! Oh, dear...”

The comforting sound of ambulance sirens rushed to their ears, and Chase and Henrik started crying again. The next few minutes were a blurry mess. The paramedics all ran into the house, with Seán running out to guide them to the wounded boy, and helping put him onto the stretcher. They rushed Jamie out of the house, and Marvin, Henrik and Chase all followed, begging to come with him.

They were allowed to go, thankfully, and got into the back of the ambulance with the paramedics and their baby brother. Even as the doors shut, and the ambulance started zipping down the road, the adults all scrambled to start trying to help Jamie.

“... How much is this gonna cost mom..?” He asked.

“... Hopefully nothing...” One of them responded.

“... Okay...”

The ride was scary from then on, dragging on endlessly, as Chase and Henrik clung hopelessly to Marvin. He was struggling not to cry, too.

They arrived. Jamie was rushed to the ER, but Marvin and the other two had to wait outside with a nurse watching them. Another nurse came by and exchanged concerns with the one helping watch them, and they kept looking at the three of them worriedly. The second nurse went back to where she was, and the first sat down next to them.

“Are you boys alright..? I just heard what your brother said about your mom..”

“... We’re.. not injured right now, if that’s what you’re wondering...” Marvin responded flatly.

“How old are you three?”

“I’m 10, Henrik is almost 8, and Chase is 6...”

“... Oh, you poor babies...”

“... I know, I’ve heard it... I’ve been here a couple times myself...”

“You must be Marvin, then, right?”

“... Yeah. The one that got thrown.”

“You should get some rest, little ones... You’ve had a long day.”

“Will do, Nurse..” Marvin said, as Chase nodded and leaned against Marvin. Henrik fell asleep leaning on his other side, though, he ended up falling over onto his lap. Marvin didn’t take long to go to sleep, either, since he’d lost a fair bit of energy over what happened, too.

Summary: Anthony Hermann Scott, more commonly known by his online pin name, Anti, is just a normal guy, or so he thinks. As it turns out, the other children from the family that abandoned him as a baby are all somewhat evil, and are part of a gang type of thing, and they want him to join them.

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Anthony walked quickly along the sidewalk, trying to get home before the sun finished setting. He knew he wasn’t going to make it within that time, even as he kept a steady pace, but he might as well try.

About thirty minutes passed, and the sun was down, and he was walking down an empty road, lined on either side by trees. His vision was already mostly adjusted to the dark, the only thing preventing it from fully adjusting being the ambient light from street lights. He looked up, to see where exactly he was, and froze when he saw a shaded figure standing completely still, just outside of the fourth light down from him. It looked to be a shorter man wearing a bowler hat, from what he could tell, but he wasn’t too sure. He debated going to the other side of the road, but he decided not to, since that would just be ru-

Out of nowhere, a cloth covered his mouth, and another held him back, as he tried to fight off whoever it was. He realized the figure was gone, as his brain was beginning to shut down. He stopped fighting at some point, and felt himself being lowered to the ground, just before he passed out.

...

“Oh, good, he’s coming to.” A voice rang through the quiet, as his vision slowly cleared, and his senses returned. To his horror, realized he was tied up, and they- whoever he was with- were in a van of some kind. It started moving just as he figured it out, almost making him fall backwards.

He looked at the person who must have spoken, and was slightly taken aback when he saw it was a guy that looked a lot like him, in a crop top, 4-inch heels, and... booty shorts?

He blinked for a moment, very confused, for several reasons.

“What, too taken aback by my sheer fabulousness, sweetheart?” The man smirked, his voice light and playful, but with a slight little lilt to it that he couldn’t quite place, despite it giving him chills.

“... N...No..?”

“Aw, don’t be shy, pumpkin. We’re not here to hurt you! We just want our brother to join us in the family business!”

“W-Wait, what?! Brother?! I-I’m an only child!” He would’ve scrambled back, but his arms were tied to his side and his legs were tied together.

The smile he gave Anti radiated malice and amusement, “Oh, honeybun, don’t be so silly. You’re adopted, you know that.”

“... S-So what? ... St-...Still counts..”

“No, sugarplum, it doesn’t. You were born into our family, along with your twin, but mother had to give you up, because she couldn’t handle two babies at once, not again, at least.”

“... why couldn’t you just ask me to come..?”

His “brother” perked up, “Because, darlin’, this was more fun!”

“Jack wouldn’t let us come peacefully. Said you’d just leave us behind.” Someone in the front cabin spoke, and he looked past the cloaked man to see the man with the bowler hat, and a man in a ball cap, who was driving.

“Who are you all, anyways..?”

“I’m Chase. The suited dude next to me is Jameson, and that flirty jackass is Marvin.”

“I love you too, twig.” Marvin purred sarcastically, looking into the driver’s cabin with a grin on his face. Chase tsked.

“Eat a dick, beanpole.” He retorted, not taking his eyes off the road, even for a second.

“...” Either these guys had issues, or they were quite an odd set of brothers.

The rest of the car ride was spent mostly with his three kidnappers exchanging witty, sassy banter, and the occasional silence, too. He couldn’t see out the windows from where he was, and there was very little light inside the van, so if there was anything close enough to grab that he could use to escape or something, he didn’t know about it.

After what seemed like forever, the van stopped, and the two up front got out, as Marvin cut the rope tying his feet together, presumably so he could walk with them. The door opened, and before he could react, he was yanked up roughly, and found himself being practically dragged behind Marvin. They were inside a facility of some kind, now, and he could see every door in the sort of underground parking garage area they were in was being guarded on either side by a henchman.

Marvin let go as they entered one of the doors on the far side of the large, empty concrete room, and, to Anti’s surprise, the rest of the place actually looked fairly modern and high-tech. The ceiling lights were a bright, nearly perfect white as they lit the rooms up in an almost blinding way. It was almost unbelievable that they could afford this.

They arrived at a door, and stopped for a moment, before Marvin knocked on it, and spoke, his voice melodious and flowing beautifully, in a sort of unnerving way. “Oh, cutie pie~! Open the door; we have a gift for you~!”

“... You know I never lock my doors when I’m expecting you, doll~” A voice hesitated from the other side. Marvin laughed, and opened the door, waltzing in like he owned the place, and sat down in a chair on the left side of the room. The room in question was an office, and, in the middle of the far wall, was a desk, where the presumable owner of the voice sat, facing away from them. The man turned around slowly, giving them a cold, dead look for a moment.

“Ah, I see, you’ve found our lost brother, Marvin. Very good.” He smiled at him, though, Anthony didn’t like the weird vibe all of this was giving him.

“Indeed, we have~! He wasn’t even that hard to convince!”

“Well, considering that-“ He was cut off when Marvin shot him a cocky glare, still grinning a bit.

“Good, good. I didn’t think he’d be strong enough to fight even little Jameson off. I’m glad my assumptions proved right.”

He decided it was best to stay quiet. “...”

“... So, brother dear, are we to continue the plan as usual..?” Marvin’s flirty tone dropped, becoming much lower and huskier than before, as if he was somewhat trying to hide what he was saying.

“Ah, good point. Yes, I suppose we should... Marvin, would you do the honors, and deliver him to the Doctor for his checkup?”

“With pleasure, teddy bear~!” Marvin exclaimed, jumping up. Anti didn’t even get a chance to question or fight it before he was being forcefully dragged out by his arm, unable to fight back due to the restraints.

He walked along with Marvin, heart racing in both terror and confusion, as the corridors seemed to get darker and darker, until finally, they reached the end of the hall, which held a singular door, with a neon sign above it that read “LAB1”.

“Henny, darling, guess who we found~!” Marvin purred, and a few footsteps were heard, followed by the door opening. In the doorway stood a near perfect replica of himself, wearing glasses, and staring up at the magician with wide eyes. His gaze flicked to Anthony, and immediately, he nearly fell back, dropping his clipboard. Good, he wasn’t crazy, this guy recognized him, too.

Marvin went inside, after untying him, and Anthony followed reluctantly, stopping to help this “Henny” guy, by picking the clipboard up for him.

“Here, you dropped this.” He smiled. The slightly taller male nodded, a glum look on his face.

“... Th... Thank you, brother...” Oh, he was one of them?

“Come on, pumpkin! Dilly-dally any longer, and I may just have to not be so nice~!” Marvin called from where he was, and Anti sighed, walking over to him. He almost froze when he saw that the magician was leaning up against a chair, which had wrist and ankle cuffs attached to the armrests and front legs. Oh, god...

“W-What are you planning to do?”

“Oh, nothing much... This is just a little, uh, orientation kind of thing... Come on, sit down, it’ll make this a whole lot easier~.”

“... Uh, n-no...thank..you..?” He said warily, and soon realized that that had been a terrible choice of words. Marvin’s smile suddenly looked almost forced, and his eyes darkened to a certain kind of tone that he couldn’t really make out.

“Tch, suit yourself...” Marvin snapped his fingers, and the next thing Anti knew, he was unable to move on his own anymore, and Marvin was bringing him to the chair, slung over his shoulder. He found himself strapped in, and his movements restored, as he started thrashing around, trying to get free.

“L...Let me go! Y-Y-You-! Wh-What are you even trying to do to me?!” He cried out, as he fought against the new restraints. Marvin simply smirked, and raised a hand.

“Henrik, darling... Prepare the you-know-what, alright, gorgeous? I’m gonna leave the rest of this up to you, since, well... You should know what happens to traitors in this little gang of ours, by now.” Henrik nodded, and went over to his desk, putting on gloves and doing other such procedures for whatever they were about to do to him.

Marvin left a few moments later, leaving Anti alone with his probable twin. He had a chance to reason with the doctor, now!

“H-...Hen, Henrik, bro, please... Y-You don’t... Y-You don’t have to do this to me, a-alright? P-Please... Just... let me go...”

Henrik stayed silent, his composure falling, as his pain began to show visually. Good! Great! Awesome; Henrik didn’t want to do this!

“Please... I-I-I can just... pretend that you did whatever you’re gonna do, right..? Y-You... W-W-We can pull this off...” Henrik raised a syringe with some kind of glowing, green liquid in it towards the light, his glasses reflecting enough of it to make his eyes impossible to see. “(oh god...) He-Henrik, please! Y-You don’t have to...! Y-You can-! Please! D-Don’t do this, for the love of god! He-Hen, stop-!” He pleaded and begged desperately for the doctor to listen as he slowly approached, needle in hand and ready to be used. It didn’t work, and his cries of desperation were cut off when Henrik injected him with whatever it was, via a vein or artery in his shoulder. His heart was racing, and for a moment, he thought nothing was going to happen.

Then, a tingling, staticy feeling erupted from his shoulder, swiftly enveloping every single nerve in his body, as he started screaming in pain and terror. The static started taking over his brain, too, and he could feel his body twitching madly, as his hearing was taken over by a combination of what sounded like tv static, and a loud, ear-splitting ringing noise.

All of his senses were quickly overpowered, and he couldn’t even tell if he was still screaming anymore. He didn’t care though, because he was sure he was screaming “Let me go”, “Get it out”, and “Why are you doing this?!” over and over again. Tears began spilling from his eyes, and he couldn’t tell if they were actual tears, or if he was bleeding. His nose and mouth both had blood falling out as well, and he could swear his body was glitching violently.

Eventually, it became too much for him to handle, and, he passed out, all of his senses dying out with him.

~~

He woke up slowly, his vision slowly returning to him, as the back of his mind played a very low-pitch version of the ringing he’d heard however long ago he’d passed out. He looked around, sensing someone laying with their head and arms gently rested on him. It... was that Henrik..?

... Oh, god, wait... What the hell?! Why was he... Why did he look like that?! Why was there a green tint to his body, and why did it look as though he were in a shitty old arcade game, but with realistic graphics?! He started hyperventilating, severely confused by whatever could have been wrong with him. It was at that point that Henrik awoke, and looked to him. The poor doctor looked so exhausted, now that he got a better look at him. It was almost like he’d been getting almost no sleep for the past week..!

“A-Anthony...? You... are awake?” His face was full of grief, regret, and a little bit of relief.

“Y-Y-Yeah... wh... why... did you do that..? Wh-what did you do..?”

“... Our brother gave me instructions to give you a serum he’d been working on in secret for the past few weeks... said to drop whatever plans Jackie made for you... because you wouldn’t need them... I-I... didn’t ask any questions... He’s... terrifying when he gets mad...”

“So... Marv did this?”

“I-In a way, I suppose......” Henrik paused, and his face filled with despair and distress, “O-Oh, god... A-A-Anthony, I-I’m so sorry..! I-I-I didn’t realize it would..! I-I didn’t know he wanted to..! Please, I-I’m so sorry! I... Please don’t hate me, brother..!”

He quickly hugged his double, feeling his heart sinking quickly, too, as he spoke. “Hey, hey! C-Calm down..! I-It’s alright, bro... I-I-I don’t hate you... I-I know you didn’t want to hurt me... I... I could see it in the way you were acting... It’s... okay... It’s okay...”

“...” Henrik sobbed into his chest, trembling violently. Anti hadn’t known him for more than a few hours, probably, but he already felt like he’d known him his entire life; as though something had been begging them to meet one another since the day he was born.

“It’s okay...”

~~

Anthony awoke to Henrik gently shaking him, and rubbed his eyes, “... Hen? What... time is it..?”

“Late. The others are asleep, don’t worry.”

“Wh..? Why? What are we..?”

“I’m getting you out of here. I can’t stand to see you so miserable and on edge on the time. It’s... too much like me. I don’t want you falling into the same traps as I.”

“... Hhh...? ... Okay..?” He was too tired and confused to ask anything else, as Henrik helped him up and ushered him into the Lab, and then, further to the halls. From there, they went around a few corners, up several flights of stairs, and down a few corridors, until they finally reached a room a long ways’ away from the bedrooms.

Henrik gestured for him to go in first, so, he did as told, and the doctor shut the door behind himself after following. A single window sat in the middle of the far wall, and Henrik swiftly, but silently, darted to it, opening it. He turned, and tilted his head to the open window. “Use this to escape. Please, it is the best way.”

He didn’t object, and, after he crawled out of it, and onto the neighboring ledge. When Henrik didn’t followed, he looked back in, “Bro..? You coming..?”

“N-No... I-I can’t. Little Cherubie, he... has a tracking spell on me, as he does the rest of us. If I left, he would know, and you would be in grave danger. I cannot risk that.”

“... Oh... Will... we ever see each other again, then..?”

“... I hope not, for your sake... Our eldest brothers do not like it when people disobey them... It gets... very brutal, when that happens.”

“... Farewell, then, Hen...” He said, his heart sinking dejectedly. He turned, and carefully walked down the ledge, until the sloped ground was near enough for him to jump it without harming himself, as Henrik shut the window, and presumably returned to the lab.

He leapt down, and started running. He had no idea how to get from here to his friend’s apartment, which was where he had decided to stay, just to avoid his brothers for a bit, but, hopefully he’d come across a taxi or something.

...

....

Knock knock knock.

“Hang on, I’m coming!” The familiar, muffled voice of Derek called out. A few moments passed, and the door opened, revealing the fluffy goofball, in his messiest appearance yet, “Oh! Holy shit, Anti! Oh my god, we- Are you okay?! Y-You went missing for like, a week!”

“... A week?! I-I was out for six days?!”

“Wh... What?”

“Nevermind! Just, let me inside, Dark! I-I need to stay here for a while.”

“... Oh, jeez, okay, must be really bad...”

The slightly smaller male let him in, and, honestly, he was shocked that Dark hadn’t commented on his new look.

“By the stars! Derek, dear brother, is that Anthony?!” The other familiar voice that lived here piped up. He turned his head to see none other than self-proclaimed “Colonel” William lazing about on the couch!

“Yep, it’s me, Wil. I’ve, uh... got quite a story to tell, though...”

“Ah! Well then, I suppose we ought to call into the police station and tell them you’re back!”

“Yeah... we probably should..” Dark shut the door.

The two went and joined William in the living area, as Celine and Damien, the two’s twin baby siblings, poked their heads out of their room.

“Andy!” They cheered in unison, running over and glomping the poor guy. William laughed affectionately, ruffling the twins’ hair, as they settled in on the couch... Er, rather, on Anti.

“So, my dear friend... You said you have a story to tell?”

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Oh, shit, i hit the 100 text blocks limit again... Oops! Sorry, guys. I ended up having to take some risks with the writing to fit everything in, so sorry if a few of the paragraphs seem like they should be split in two or three somewhere. Also, if you weren’t able to figure it out on the nickname he used for Marvin, the guy in the office was Jackie! :3 no he doesn’t know that Marvin changed what Henrik was supposed to do.

Summary: Ethan’s workplace has a little karaoke night to pass the time until new year’s eve becomes new year’s day, and, well, Marvin’s there, of course, so, everyone asks him to do a little bit of karaoke, just for the hell of it.

———

“Alright, who else wants to sing tonight? Anyone?”

A few people raised their hands, some of them ones that had already sung.

Marvin was leaned up against the bar in the back that Ethan usually worked at, as usual, watching the fun with a small, almost smug-looking smile on his face.

“Y-You should give it a shot, Marv.” Ethan suggested hesitantly.

“... Hm? What was that, darling~?” He asked, turning his head to look at the shy boy.

The poor kid smiled nervously, not sure what to do, “... I-I... Um... You should go sing! I... I’d bet you sound pretty good!”

“Oh, I don’t know, sweetheart... I’m not much one to sing, really.”

“.. Please?” Oh, the puppy eyes... Oh, dear, he’d forgotten that Ethan knew how to do those.

“Come on, Marv! It’ll be fun!” One of the other regulars piped in, a reassuring smile on their face.

“Oh, dear...” He sighed, knowing full well that his cheeks were a little pink now, “I’m not sure...”

“Marvin, please? Only once? I-I won’t ask again!” Ethan added a little smile to the puppy eyes.

He put his hand on his face, sighed, and gave in, “Oh, alright, darling, but only because you’re being so nice, alright..?”

“Yay!” Ethan’s face lit up, and he clapped with joy.

“Let’s let this next person finish their bit, though.”

“Oh! (hehe..) F-Fair enough...”

...

“Wow, what a great singer! So, who’s ne-“

“I’ll take the stage now, darling~” Marvin said, waltzing up and taking the mic from the employee. Everyone seemed on board with it, so, the guy didn’t argue, and just walked off of the stage after he gave him the song.

The tune came in with a trilogy of snaps, after the lights turned off long enough for him to turn around.

He turned around, “She keeps her Moet et Chandon..” the stage’s spotlights lights turned on, as well as the ones in the back, as he started singing. His singing voice was damn good, and he knew that full well. “... In a pretty cabinet~”

A step to the edge of the stage, as he danced a little. “‘Let them eat cake.’ She says, just like Marie Antoinette!” He waltzed to the edge, the spotlight still on him. He knew he had them all captivated.

“A built-in remedy, for Krushev and Kennedy,” He continued to dance as he sung, “At anytime, an invitation, you can’t decline~”

“Caviar and cigarettes, well-versed in etiquette; Extraordinarily nice,”

He delicately stepped onto the nearest table, much to the enjoyment of everyone watching. “She’s a Killer Queen, Gunpowder, gelatin, dynamite with a laser beam,”

He twirled around on top of the table, dancing his way down it like you’d expect the queen or king of the disco room to, “Guaranteed to blow your mind~”

“Recommended at the price, insatiable an appetite~” He bent down at the end of the table, briefly using his hand to tilt up one of the ladies’ chin, before dancing away with a cheeky wink, as her mouth dropped wide open.

He twirled from table to table as he sung, “To avoid complications, she never kept the same regrets; In conversation, she spoke just like a baroness!”

“Met a man from china, went down to Geisha Minah..” He bowed to a few of the guests, extending a hand for one to grab onto so they could dance with him for a little, “... Then again, incidentally, if you’re that way inclined~”

“Perfume came naturally from Paris,” He continued, ending out the mini dancing duet, and hopping over to the tables in the middle of the room, “For cars, she couldn’t care less; Fastidious and precise!”

“She’s a Killer Queen, gunpowder and gelatin, dynamite with a laser beam, guaranteed to blow your mind~” He tapped and swirled, teeted and totted, dancing like no one was watching.

“Drop of a hat, she’s as willing as, playful as a pussycat~” He stopped at another group, bowing a bit as he sung, winking at one of the women, before lightly dancing away.

“Then momentarily out of action, temporarily out of gas, to absolutely drive you wild, wild...” He returned to the stage, back turned on the audience again, before turning just his head to give them a slightly evil, yet playful little look, “... She’s all out to get you~”

“She’s a Killer Queen, gunpowder, gelatin, dynamite with a laser beam...”

“... Guaranteed to blow your mind~” He spun a little spin, extending his arms a bit for a moment.

“Recommended at the price, insatiable an appetite...” He smiled a little, that smug glint of his still in his eyes, as he finished, and the room erupted into ecstatic cheers, claps, and whistles, “... You wanna try?”

He bowed a few times, playfully humoring their encores and such, before handing the microphone back to the totally stunned employee and waltzing back off the stage.

...

“H-Holy shit Marv, I didn’t expect you to go that far! Damn, that was amazing, though!” Ethan congratulated him, his face littered with astonishment and awe.

“Aw, thank you, deary, you’re too kind~” He purred, ruffling the boy’s hair.

“Ack-! N-No! N-Not the hair!” Ethan laughed, putting the glass and cloth down to push Marvin’s hand away. Marvin made one of those fake sad faces little kids love to make, and Ethan just gave him a flustered, almost confused look, smiling still.

... At least he made the poor kid laugh for once.

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Welp, here you go! My first ever uncanon fluff fic! I thought i might as well, seeing as this AU is totally perfect for a musical! And, of course, Marv had to sing Killer Queen by the one and only Queen! It’s practically his theme song!

@antis-loyal-puppet @rorald-spooks @tiny-septic-puppet @chaoticcrimsonrose @septic-dr-schneep @insaneangel18-blog @startschantingpma @ihaveanunhealthyteaaddiction

Summary: JJ is still in and out of the hospital for the injuries he received back in the fall of the previous year, and since it’s now Boy Scouting season, Marvin plans to enact his revenge as soon as the bullies are separated from everyone else.

TWs: GORE, VIOLENCE, YANDERE, BLOOD, KNIFE

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Marvin clutched his knife tightly in hand, his teeth gritted and eyes narrowed as he waited for the scout master of the troop those damned brats were in to leave the troop alone for a bit. He knew where the boy scout camp was, since Jack used to be one as well, so getting there wasn’t an issue.

The leaves swirled in the trees and bushes, making hypnotic patterns, as though trying to draw in anyone who watched so their commander, hidden away somewhere in the sky, could devour them alive without being seen.

He knew that, when they saw him, the boys would probably underestimate him greatly. They’d gotten into fights before, and he usually lost, likely because of how skinny he was. However, what they didn’t know, was that Marvin had been practicing something new, ever since he first found out about their treatment of his baby brother. Something... they didn’t believe in.

Finally, at long last, the final remaining adult had left, and he could get to work. His hand twitched absently for a moment, but he didn’t seem to notice. He rehearsed the spells he’d practiced and prepared heavily for this day one last time in his head, and stepped out into the open.

Barrier. Sound entrapment. Illusion. Cloaking. Paralysis.

Those were the spells he’d learned. Those were the spells he’d need. He had to go to the darkest sides of town just to get the necessary books for some, because most who sold and used books on magic spells avoided dark magic at all costs. Not him, though. Dark magic was the only magic that could help him here. Who cares if it corrupts him? He’d already been plotting to brutally slaughter eight of the nine kids there in cold blood, and leave one alive, but with horrible, horrible mental traumas for eleven months. Not to mention that he had another spell in the back of his mind that would ensure that no one ever believed the poor kid when he screamed and cried, begging them to convict Marvin Peter Reid, the true killer, no matter how hard or how much he begged. He doubted he could get any worse.

“Well, well, well! Look who it is, boys! It’s little baby Marvvy Petes!” Charley Sanders, the one who brought the bat, taunted, grinning evilly at him. He smiled back, and delighted mentally as Charley was visibly confused by his reaction.

“Hello, darlings...” His voice was light, but laced with a faint, toxic bitterness and hatred.

”What do you want, you moron?” Samuel Thompson, the kid who used steel-toed boots on Jamie, scowled, looking supremely pissed.

“I’m only here to play a little game with you boys! Nothing too serious~! After all, you really seem to like it when people get hurt, right?” His voice was chillingly sweet, as if he were trying to comfort a two-week old kitten that had been crying in despair for the past hour.

”What the hell are you talking about, creep?” Luke Wells, the one who used the textbook, looked both scared and annoyed. Marvin’s head jerked a small bit, and his grin widened.

”I’m talking about my little brother. Jameson. You boys sure took a lot out of him back in August, when you beat him so hard he nearly died!” He still sounded kind. Too kind. Several of the lessers in the group were starting to look scared already.

“D-Died-?!” Thomas Kendall, one of the ones who liked to watch and laugh as the others kicked and beat the shit out of 5 year olds, whimpered.

Charley interrupted him, “Shut up, Tommy. I wanna hear him out. Little kitty boy’s actually got my attention for once.”

“A wise choice, Charley-Darling~” His grin turned sour and twisted as he spoke. “I’m going to play a little game with you boys... A game I like to call... Hide and Go Reap.”

“... What...’s the goal..?” Sammy asked.

“For you? Hide, and hope you don’t get found. For me? Well... I get to murder whoever I find.”

The boys all went quiet for a moment, all nine of them looking somewhere between screaming and pissing their pants, until Charley finally spoke, clearly trying to sound brave. “Oh yeah? A-And what if we don’t play, or r-run off?!”

“Then I will hunt you down, and torture you so much, you die a slow, horrible, and painful death.”

Charley froze. He honestly looked like he was going to piss himself, and it was taking most of whatever resilience Marvin had to not start laughing maniacally at the stupid look on that idiot brat’s face.

“You have sixty seconds to hide. Choose your places wisely~!” He sung, and cast the Sound entrapment, barrier, illusion, and cloaking spells, much to the absolute terror of the bullies.

”Where’d he go?!” Luke yelped. Charley said something under his breath to Luke, and yanked him away, as all the boys scattered. Marvin grinned sadistically, standing in place for a full minute, as he’d promised.

When time was up, he yelled to them, “Time’s up, boys~! Be ready to die!” in a much too cheery manner, and skipped off in a random direction. He knew they couldn’t have gone anywhere or run off; he’d put the barrier in a circular shape, with about a 125-meter radius all around. They couldn’t see it, nor could they escape. If any of them tried, he would immediately know.

Sure enough, one of the boys was trying to get out. He could hear him crying and yelling in hopeless terror to be let out. He skipped to the source, and, smiling wickedly, revealed himself again.

”Georgieeee~ It’s time to play~” He sang, his voice unnaturally high pitched and bone-chillingly melodious, as his head tilted over to the side. George Edison, the kid in question, turned around and sobbed hysterically at him, begging him to spare him, saying that he didn’t do anything to his little brother. Marvin already knew that, though.

He used another kind of illusion spell, this time using one that would force the others to watch as he killed their friends one by one, and tackled the smaller boy, stabbing him a numerous number of times in the chest once it was done, watching as the blood sprayed and seeped out of the 7-year-old’s wounds with glee. Some of the fresh, warm blood spattered onto his clothes, and he didn’t even flinch back from it. He could hear another kid distantly shriek Georgie’s name out, which he assumed was Micheal Jay, given the pitch. He grinned sadistically, knowing at least one of the boys was going to break eventually.

He continued on his way, a twisted grin painted on his face as he searched the circle for his next victim, his newfound total enjoyment of murdering another person driving his mind further and further to entirely merciless relentlessness. After a few moments, he found Kaden Foster cowering in a bush like he actually thought it would protect him. Once he spotted him, though, Kaden bolted, screaming and crying for help. Unbeknownst to him, however, this only delighted Marvin, and he gave chase, laughing in total derangement as he gained on the terrified 9-year-old. He tackled once again, stabbing the kid twice as much as he’d done to the youngest of the group, and making each one hurt more than the previous. Kaden’s shrieks and screams of pain and terror brought absolute joy to him, the adrenaline of the two consecutive, chaotic murders rushing through him and making him more and more deranged as he laughed maniacally as though he had heard the funniest joke ever after having never heard even a single funny thing for his entire life. He continued stabbing until every movement and sign of life had faded from the kid’s body, not even feeling a single drop of remorse or disgust for what he’d done or for the bloody mess he’d caused. The faint smell of iron was already rising from the blood he’d spilled, but he didn’t care. The only reaction it got was a small twitch of the head, but once more, it went unnoticed by him.

He imagined some of the boys would be crying by now, as he watched the blood pooling around and on top of his now dead, and horribly mutilated victim. It seemed that, with each minute that passed, his grin got more and more twisted, more and more disturbed.

He got up, and left the scene, unsure who he’d find next. He didn’t care, though; he just wanted to kill all of them but whoever he found last. After all, what better way to ruin a person than to force them to watch you mercilessly slaughtering all 8 of their friends in brutal ways, and then leave them alive with the knowledge that this never would’ve happened had they decided to be a good person?

He heard Connor sobbing in the distance, and grinned more, picking up the pace, and following the sounds. Connor screamed for Micheal to run, and the older boy got up, not even hesitating for a moment to disappear into the foliage. Connor jumped out of the tree, shaking heavily as he gripped a slightly sharpened stick as though his life depended on it never leaving his hands. Marvin paused, and laughed at him.

”Aw, how adorable! You really think you can hurt me with a measly ol’ stick?” He taunted sweetly, a deranged look on his face. Connor was still trembling, terror written all over his face. The poor boy was having trouble breathing, too, probably because of his asthma. He’d be merciful on this one. Besides, it wasn’t like Connor was worth the effort; he probably was never destined for success anyways.

He disappeared with the cloaking spell, and climbed into the treetops, purposefully rustling the leaves around him to give the kid a bit of extreme paranoia in his last moments. He stopped making noise at random intervals and circling, now silently heading to a place he could drop down behind the kid and catch him off guard.

He undid the cloaking spell, and not a single second passed before his knife was skidding through the back of his prey, as Connor let out a scream of pain. The older boy collided with the ground, palpitating forward a foot or so, as a faint trail of blood followed him. He hoisted himself a few inches from the ground with one hand, coughing up a few drops of the thick, glistening, red juice of life that kept him going, and then turned his head and body to better look at his attacker, eyes glittering in terror. The sadistic joy from before returned to Marvin’s twisted grin, like a loyal dog returning to its owner. Oh, this was so fun! He should do it again some time...

Connor whimpered fearfully, probably thinking he knew exactly what was going to happen to him. Marvin did initially plan it, however... He had remembered something that one of the bookkeepers told him about magic- “If you find yourself able to use the magic, you may want to explore with finding out more about your abilities. In my experience, most true magicians have their own special abilities.” He grinned to himself at the thought, already knowing full well what his was.

He raised his empty hand, delighting as Connor recoiled a little in fear, confusion mixing in with all the other apprehensive emotions littering his expression. Purple, glowing strings spun and twirled around the tips of his fingers for a moment, before settling so that he could control them.

“I’ve decided to give you a purpose, sweetie... After all, no one else believes in you, right? So, who better to prove them wrong than little old me~?” He trilled, his grin softening to a cruelly sweet smile. He walked to the boy, and knelt down in front of him. The strings seemed to disappear, as he cupped his hand around Connor’s chin, and took control of part of his mind. “... From now on, you’re going to work as my puppet, and my puppet alone... Or else.”

Connor’s expression went blank, and, after he healed his new toy, he helped him up, still smiling. He gave him a knife, and winked at him, whispering the name of who he wanted him to kill into his ear.

Marvin lead the way, somewhat dragging Connor by the wrist, as they searched for MJ. His twisted grin returned, as he thought about all the ways Connor might kill his friend. Ooh, but what a twist that would be! He could barely begin to imagine how horrified that would leave the others... Especially because MJ was supposedly Connor’s best friend.

They found Micheal standing in front of the barrier, probably confused and definitely feeling hopeless. Marvin’s grin became even more twisted, as he beckoned his new pet forwards. Connor’s eyes were dark and empty, showing that even if he was even slightly autonomous, he likely wasn’t in control of his actions just yet.

“You weren’t paying attention, were you, MJ?” He asked, his eyes empty, and smile filled with twisted joy. Micheal turned around, his eyes wide as they flicked between Connor and Marvin for a second, only resting on Connor as he calmed himself enough to process what was happening.

”...C-...Connor? Connie, bro, c-can you hear me..?”

“Sorry, Mikey~. He doesn’t answer to you anymore, sweets~” The strings around Connor’s limbs and neck revealed themselves briefly as he spoke. Panic set in all over MJ’s face, as he stumbled over his words.

“Y-You- Wha-What-? H-How did-?! W-Wh-What di-did you d-do to him, y-y-you freak?!”

Marvin paused, his smile fading for a second at the insult, and then returning as an even more twisted grin, “How rude! Didn’t your mama ever teach you any manners, dearie~?”

“D-Don’t-! S-Stop calling me by those st-stupid pet names!” Micheal was hyperventilating anxiously, which amused the aspiring magician to no measurable extent.

”Hm.” His grin fell a small bit, and he gestured for Connor to start, “As you wish, Micheal~”

“W-Wh’did you-?! W-W-What was that-?!” Micheal started, but Connor attacked him mid-sentence, much to his despair and horror. Marvin grinned sadistically as he watched Connor throw attack after attack at his ‘best friend’, who was trying his hardest to dodge as many attacks as he could.

I suppose I... Ought to help... He thought, still grinning. He waited a few moments, until MJ’s back was to him, and then grabbed him from behind, yanking him down to his level and driving his knife into the bully’s shoulder and tearing it back out, delighting in the screams of pain that resulted.

MJ stumbled away from them, clutching his limp, nearly severed shoulder in his hand. His eyes were glimmering with tears of either pain or fear, as he continued to try and back away from the approaching duo out for his blood. Connor was the first to attack once again, running at MJ and attempting to cut a diagonal slash wound into his chest, but barely skimming the other’s arm as he jumped back. Marvin followed up from the other side, stabbing into his gut with a big grin on his face as he made eye contact, relishing in the pure terror that covered the older kid’s face.

MJ fell to the ground, still hyperventilating, though, his breathing was more desperate and broken now that he was losing too much blood. Marvin’s face was almost entirely blank, aside from the huge, psychotic grin that had been plastered on it since he joined in, as he and his puppet loomed above the slowly dying kid. He raised his free hand a little, and Connor stepped on his lifelong best friend’s chest, pinning him down, slit his throat, and let him go. MJ started choking on his own blood, eyes wide and face draining of color as the blood rushed out of his veins and arteries, spilling into his throat, windpipe, and onto his neck and chest. He started coughing and gasping for breath, tears spilling down his face and mixing with the blood as they spilled onto his throat, only quickening the suffocation. Marvin made sure Connor didn’t have to hear his friend suffocating, knowing he would only be traumatized by the memory of the sound once his mind regained a little awareness of what happened.

Once MJ was dead, Marvin stepped lazily over his limp, broken, blood-bathed corpse, and dragged Connor along as they went to look for one of the others. Connor stumbled over the other kid’s body, but Marvin didn’t care to stop. He had things to do, and brats to kill.

Thomas Kendall and Jordan Smith were quick kills, and thankfully close enough to each other that Marvin and Connor could split up the task of killing them. Marvin wound up playing a fun game of chase with Tommy, obviously winning in the end by stabbing into the skull of his victim after taking his sweet-ass time to torture him. The kid’s body was nearly unrecognizable by the time he decided he was done with him, though, he left the face mostly alone, so his family could properly identify their son when they found his cold, dead body discarded uselessly on the forest floor. Marvin let Connor stay wherever for the last three kills, wanting to kill the ones who hurt his brother the most that day with his own hands.

Sammy was an easy find, having wound up standing alone and confused in a clearing, his back turned to Marvin and vulnerable to any attacks. He ran at the taller kid from behind, his target only managing to turn around and look before he gutted him viciously. He landed on top of Sammy, once again finding himself mutilating his body, but this time, he used his magic to keep Sammy alive until the very end, so he would feel any and every stab, regardless of how much blood he lost. Once he was done, and a fresh, deep crimson color stained his clothes almost unrecognizably, he stood up, and left, searching for his final two victims.

He found them together, when he heard Charley scream “no” from somewhere beyond a cluster of bushes and trees, and looked past them to see the two huddled against each other. His grin grew, as he walked through the plant life, and stood before them, knife still held in his hand. Charley began sobbing hysterically, clearly having a panic attack, and Marvin had another idea.

PTSD. He knew he could leave Charley alive, and have him eternally stuck living with crippling fears of human contact and other things he would associate with this day. That would be much, much worse on him than anything else he could possibly do to the boy. He made a small, unnoticeable gesture with his hand, and Connor walked through some other bushes. He looked at his puppet, and ever so slightly tilted his head to tell him to hold Charley back while he murdered Luke.

Connor did as commanded, and Marvin walked towards Luke, as the boy scrambled back, hit a tree, and began to cry as well. Marvin kicked him in the gut, and then pulled him up by his shirt, briefly narrowing his eyes at the kid, and then throwing him into a tree that was a few meters away. Charley screamed hysterically for him to stop as he violently stabbed, beat, and occasionally slammed his friend into things, but it was no use. Within a few minutes, the entire back of Luke’s head and almost his whole face were drenched in his blood, as well as the tree and his clothes. Marvin‘s grin became a bit less psychotic and a bit more normal, as he was proud of himself for the good job he’d done on punishing all of the boys who tormented his brother.

He turned to Charley, and walked to him, as Connor released the older kid. He gave the boy a sweet, sickeningly sympathetic look, the insanity still lacing the edges of his expression. Charley started begging him not to kill him, which only made his smile grow more twisted. “Aw, don’t worry, Charley-Darling~! I’m not going to kill you! After all, you’ve won! You’re the last one I found! So, as your reward, you get to live!” He paused, “However... You will be the only one who knows that I did this. I will make sure that, should you ever try to tell even a single soul that it was me, they will never, ever believe you, no matter how solid or fool-proof your evidence is. So, don’t even try it, because it’s not gonna work.”

Charley nodded desperately, and Marvin smiled triumphantly. “Come on, Connor, sweetheart, let’s go clean ourselves up and blow this joint! I’m excited to bring you home! But remember, you gotta act spooked, okay? That Charley kid’ll probably be off to tattle as soon as the barrier goes down, so if you’re acting unfazed by it, they might think you did it!”

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Marvin watched the news, subtly delighting in the fact that for the past few days, all anyone could talk about was the murders of those seven boys, and the mental states of the two survivors. He’d let Connor resume autonomy, but made sure he knew that if Marvin detected him even thinking about telling someone, he would snatch it away quicker than you could say “Psychopath”. Charley had gone almost catatonic, and had to be pulled out of boy scouts for extensive therapies that just weren’t working anymore. Most likely, he would never be back in the public school system again, because of his severe traumas involving that fateful day preventing him from setting foot outside his home without having a severe panic attack within the next five minutes.

Charley had been constantly begging everyone to believe him as he sobbed and cried that Marvin was the killer, but as he’d promised, no one believed him, even with all the evidence presented against him in comparison to the slim amount of evidence for him. So far, Jamie hadn’t seen the news, so thankfully, he wouldn’t have to lie to him just yet.

He heard a knock at the door, and smiled to himself, as he knew who it was. He got up, playfully skipping to the door, and opening it.

“Aw, hiya, Connor~! I knew you’d come today!” He sung happily, a subtle, twisted glint sneaking its way into his eyes as he spoke to his new toy.

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Congratulations, now everyone has as much about Marv to fear as I do. Please, join my suffering, because I’m terrified of my son, just like you should be.

Monitor: No.

DaD!Marvin, somehow drunk: I do!

Imp: I know, Marvin.

Marv: I’m sad! :D

(A Darkness and Desperation Character sheet)

(Feel free to draw fanart!)

Alignment;

Chaotic Evil

Height;

5’11”

Age;

27. Ten month difference. (Sept. 20)

Status;

Alive

Lore;

Marvin Peter McLoughlin was born loving stereotypically girly things, and could often be seen picking flowers in the gardens or trying on his mother’s heels, they say. He was never interested in changing his gender, nor in dating men (or, really anyone, for that matter), but regardless, he seemed to love prancing about in heels, wearing several layers of makeup, and constantly giving everyone pet names. In fact, he still does that to this day, when he’s not busy practicing magic or torturing people. He’s... a special kind of chaotic, too, but I’m not gonna go into that here, just because I’m gonna end up talkin about it when i tell ya his personality.

Roll;

Marvin was originally just one of the henchmen whose duty is to get information out of prisoners, but once their gang started slowly drifting apart and they all began to move away from organized crime, and especially after Seán got yeeted into stasis by his own hand, he started really getting into learning as many magical spells as he wanted or needed to. So, now, he’s known as Marvin the Maniacal Magician (shortened to either Marvin the Magician or Marvin the Maniacal) all throughout the criminal world, due to the sheer amount of magic and dark magic spells he knows, his sadistic torturing and murdering methods, and his typical mannerisms.

Appearance;

Marvin is a tall boy™️, and wears his hair at shoulder length, occasionally dying it green to any extent from a few highlights to entirely green, just for the look. He often goes to bars and nightclubs on his nights free, usually wearing anything from crop tops, booty shorts and knee-high heeled boots, to 6-inch red heels, fishnet stockings, and a revealing, skintight black dress. When he’s not off flirting it up with everyone who talks to him at bars and nightclubs, he’s at Headquarters chilling with one of the others egos in whatever the first thing of interest he found in his closet or dresser was (usually either crop tops and booty shorts or a dress, depending on the day), and some comfy fuzzy socks. As for what he wears when he’s torturing people.... Well, really it depends on the day and the person. (this fabulous, evil bastard would shamelessly commit several brutal murders and torture a whole room of people in the worst, most painful of ways... in nothing but a crop top, some 4-inch heels, and booty shorts.)

Personality;

Marvin’s a very chaotic person, in and out of the workplace. When he’s in Muder/Torture mode, he’s all maniacal cackles, blood, pain, and merciless torment, but while he’s in any other mode, he’s bouncy and energetic, always one for conversation and cheer.

Nicknames for the others;

Seán- Cocoa Butter, Darling, Dollface, Seán-y, Seán-y Boy, Shen

Jack- Sweet Pea, Teddy Bear, Cutie Pie, Jackie, Jacka

Henrik- Hon, Henny, Muffin, Gorgeous, Honeybunch

Anti- Sweetheart, Glitchy, (occasionally) Glitchy Bitchy, Honeybun, pumpkin, Angel Face, Darlin’

Chase- Dear, Chasey, Sweets, Nutter butter, Chapstick, Twig

Summary: Marvin has a terrifying dream about his brothers all turning on him for no reason, and wakes up possibly very close to being traumatized from it... Let’s just hope nothing seriously bad happens after this...

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TW: Emotional/Verbal harassment, minor alcoholism, (at least) moderate angst

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Marvin slowly opened his eyes, his ears ringing a little as he gradually raised his head to look around. Where... was he?

... Oh. Oh god. How... How is this possible? This was the abandoned building that got destroyed in Seán’s last hurrah! It... It couldn’t possibly have been salvageable!

His mild confusion was interrupted by the echoing sounds of a single set of footsteps. It stopped after a few moments, and then came another... and another... and another... and another, which, of course, didn’t stop. It pulled up a chair, and before he knew it, there was one with its back facing him, and Anti was sitting in it, facing him with his eyes narrowed.

“We know everything.”

“You... What..?”

“Don’t act dumb. I said, we. know. everything. We know what you’ve done. We know what you plan to do. Did you really think we were that stupid, brother?”

“... I-“

“I’m not done. You murdered five kids, and then, when you realized how much you enjoyed it, you went on to murder hundreds more, each one more brutally than the last, right?”

“... Y...Yes...” He wasn’t even fully aware of what he was saying, for some reason.

Momentary, tense silence. He hated every second of it.

“... You killed Seán, Marvin.”

“W-What?! N-No! He- He’s in stasis! Y-Y-You know that!”

“No thanks to you. You might as well have signed his death certificate.”

“I-I-!”

“And what about Stacy, huh?! You- You put that bounty on her head, didn’t you?! You fucking drove us apart, all for some stupid fucking game!” Chase yelled, his voice shaking brokenly as he lashed out at the devious magician.

“N-No, C-Chase, I- Y-You don’t understand, I-I had to-!”

This time, Jack spoke, “And what about me, hmm, ‘doll’? What plans did you have for me? Cut me open, skin me alive slowly and listen to my screams of pain, like the sick little bastard you are? Or did you want me to end up like Seán? That would certainly do you wonders! After all, you are next in line for his position, aren’t you?!”

“...” He couldn’t argue that one, either. He... had planned that.

“And, what happened to always trying your best to make sure nothing happens to any of us?! Did you just forget that I’m here?! Or did you know, and you just didn’t care?! Think about all the danger and problems I’ve come across because of your lies and false promises!” He couldn’t even see most of Henrik’s face through the face mask he wore, “And then... Then you had the nerve to force me to experiment on my own twin brother?!”

It wasn’t even worth responding now.

“Tch. Pathetic. Look at you. You’re so weak. Too afraid to admit you were never truly one of us in the first place. They should’ve cast you out the moment our mother abandoned you all. Or, better yet, gotten that damn witch to take you back.” Anti’s voice brought him back to focus.

He didn’t even get a second to respond before his brothers started throwing names.

“Useless!”

“Pitiful!”

“Monster!”

“Murderer!”

“Pathetic!”

“Mistake!”

“Fuck-up!”

The list went on. The worst part was, quite a few of them were words he knew actually described him well. But, for some reason, hearing them come out of his brothers’ mouths...? It was... so much more painful.

A voice he hadn’t heard in a while interrupted them, and his heart sank, “Traitor.”

Seán...

He turned to face the brother he had nearly murdered in August, 2017, eyes wide. “S-Seán- Please... babydoll, cocoa butter, darling, I-I-!”

“Don’t try to butter me up with your stupid, fake-ass pet names, Marvin. I’ve had enough of listening to your lying bullshit.” He paused, “Come on, guys. We don’t need him. We never did. Leave him here, to rot, just like he wanted to do to me.”

“N-N-No-! Seán, w-wait! P-Please! I-I can go back! I-I’ll never do an-any of this again! Please! Just- Let me make this up to you!” He begged, his voice shattering as he spoke.

“You closed the door to forgiveness the moment you decided to call the cops on me.”

He wanted to get up, and stop them, but... He was stuck. They had him tied into the chair. He... wasn’t going anywhere. He sighed broken-heartedly, and closed his eyes, processing what had happened.

It wasn’t until he inhaled a bit of smoke that his eyes shot open. But, by then, it was too late. The fire was surrounding him on all sides, choking out his lungs and forcing him to suffocate painfully. The terrifying sound of the steel beams supporting the building creaking from the fire made his heart stop, and, before he knew it, he, along with the building, was crashing to the ground.

It crushed him.

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Marvin snapped awake, his eyes wide open and his breathing unsteady. That was the fifth time he’d had a nightmare like that, and yet, it was much worse and more vivid than ever, terrifying even his very core. Normally, he didn’t have any abandonment issues, but... clearly, his actual fears had no effect on how his mind reacted to his nightmares.

He sat up, and checked the time. 3AM. Good, no one was going to be awake, then. He didn’t want his brothers to know he was having these dreams; that would lead to too many questions.

He got out of bed, and put on a t-shirt, a hoodie and some sweatpants. After that, he left the house, heading to the nearest pub or bar.

...

....

Down the hatch. How many drinks had he had by now? He had no clue. It didn’t matter, though. He still couldn’t get rid of the memories of the nightmare. He didn’t really drink too often, though, so he had no idea why he expected any change. He didn’t really know his drunken self too well.

Thankfully, he’d found a bar he wasn’t a regular at, so, it wasn’t like anyone would know him, and ask what was up. Besides, he didn’t want to know anyone right now.

All he wanted to do was just... Drown it all away.

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this is only canon to the jwd version of marv, sadly. but, that’s lowkey kinda logical, because the canon version of dadmarv is, well, much less soft, so,,, this story wouldn’t really work well with his character-

also, big thanks to @kisstheashes and @sqxxddygremlin for helping me figure out how to break the soft version of my son >:3