it was fascinating watching her working with her magic. her fingers weaving through hidden threads, wrapping them around her hands to pull and knott them together as she wished. every magic in the room, no matter where it came from suddenly adhered to her every wish.

even the little flames of the candles that the teacher had lit belonged to teona, and their teacher was regarded as a witch of perfect control over her magic. teona made them brighter, dimmer, smaller, bigger and some of them she turned so hot that the flame turned blue.

( @pristine-starlight, @ukeleledun21, @imdoingthisironically-blogsorry it’s a little late things got a little delayed before I could get to my computer xD Part One and Two)

“Who’s Marvin?”

That was not the reaction Jackaboy had been expecting from Dark, when the grey-skinned ego had gotten over Anti and the Hero bursting uninvited into his office. There had been no explanation from either of them, just a demand from Jackaboy about what he was doing with Marvin and why he wanted him. Dark had looked at him and posed the question.

“The magician?” Anti supplied for Dark when Jackaboy was at a loss for words. “The guy in the cat mask?”

“Ah, yes I know who you mean. The one from ‘the power hour’?” Dark clarified to which Anti nodded. “I have spoken to him yes, briefly.”

“When?!” Jackaboy cried, stopping pacing and stepping closer to Dark, his eyes still glowing with power. Dark’s shell cracked, a warning to the Hero as he got too close but Jackaboy didn’t care. He was willing to fight this ego, to fight any person he needed to in order to win and get back to Marvin. To save Marvin.

He always did.

“It was during the time I went to speak to Anti,” Dark finally replied softly when it became clear the Hero was not moving. “The magician came to ask me a question, but I barely remember what happened.”

“What did he ask ye?” Anti inquired, intrigued and concerned that if Dark didn’t stop being so vague, Jackaboy was going to fight him. Putting a hand onto Jackaboy’s arm as a warning, Anti gave him a silent warning about how dangerous Dark could be, but the Hero didn’t care.

“He was intrigued about my shell, the power I use.” Dark shrugged, examining his nails. “He wanted to know how I received my manipulative powers.”

Jackaboy’s mouth dropped open and even Anti looked shocked, glancing between each other and Dark rolled his eyes.

“What?”

“What did you tell him?!” Jackaboy shouted, losing it completely and grabbing Dark by the front of his suit. Anti hissed in a breath and Dark’s shell broke beneath the Hero’s hands. “Did you give him power?!”

“I can’t share any powers.” Dark snapped, knocking Jackaboy’s hands off him and standing, cracking his neck in a very familiar way and Jackaboy had to turn away to control himself. “Now, please explain why you two burst into my office and demanded to know whether I’ve spoken to this magician?”

Anti knew that Jackaboy was unable to speak, so he pushed the Hero away from Dark and allowed him to pace the room, his brain whirring as he tried to put everything together, and gain an understanding of what Marvin wanted from Dark.

“He’s Villain.” The glitch finally explained when Dark cleared his throat. “Y’know, the evil guy that Jackaboy fights?”

“No, but I suppose I can pretend to know.” Dark sighed, “Is that so surprising?”

Nodding, Anti glanced at Jackaboy again. “Marvin and Jackaboy are dating y’know, so it’s a bit of a shock.”

Dark hmphed and crossed his arms. “And you think I have something to do with this? How charming.”

“Do you remember what you said to him?” Jackaboy asked, finally finding his voice, but the tone softer this time. “Please.”

“I told him that it wasn’t any of his business,” Dark replied sharply, watching the Hero continue to pace, unable to stop moving. “I don’t share my skills because if I did then people would no longer be susceptible to them.”

“Well that makes sense.” Anti muttered, “Jackaboy-.”

“You led me here Anti!” Jackaboy snapped, rounding on the glitch and the grey-skinned ego, “Why?!”

“Because it made sense for it to be him at the time.” Anti hissed, immediately on the defensive again and even Dark seemed tense. “Manipulation is Dark’s biggest thing. And ye thought it was me until ye talked to me!”

Jackaboy went to open his mouth again but Dark interupted him smoothly.

“Might I make a suggestion?”

The two turned to him and Dark left a pregnant pause before continuing.

“It is entirely possible that Marvin has always had this manipulative side to him, but it’s been hidden the entire time. Manipulating you into loving him, into thinking he was an innocent victim the entire time…who knows what else he’s done. What makes you think anyone else is even involved? This could have been him from the very beginning. Besides…” Dark trailed off calmly, and Jackaboy was ready to smack the smirk off his face before he continued on, “Doesn’t this seem a little staged to you? Your lover suddenly becomes the Villain and allows you to leave so easily? Almost like a TV show-.”

“A TV show!” Jackaboy shouted, interrupting Dark again and throwing his hands above his head. “Of course! This…this could be the answer.”

“Discuss this amongst yourselves somewhere away from me.” Dark ordered, retaking his seat at the desk, “I’m not getting involved.”

Anti went to take Jackaboy’s arm again but the Hero was already storming from the room, so the glitch merely shrugged and followed him.

“Are ye okay?” He asked, “What’s going on?”

“I was approached by…by some of the egos that live here…newscasters if I’m not mistaken. They were asking if I’d be interested in being part of their news show, as a hero. They said Marvin had already expressed interesting in it…a sort of…a segment about the reveal of my enemy’s identity!”

“Are ye fucking serious?!” Anti demanded, his mouth dropping open.

“Yes.” Jackaboy nodded vigorously. “I told them I didn’t want that sort of things broadcasted, that justice is not a joke but now…for this to happen…is the reason Marvin sent me away is so that these newscaster can set up? What the fuck is going on? Is this an elaborate ruse? Have those newscasters convinced Marvin to do this for a story?!”

“Marvin’s not like that though, is he?” Anti questioned, “He’d know that you wouldn’t want to, right?”

“I don’t know.” Jackaboy spat, “The fuck is going on?”

It was rare for the Hero to swear and Anti tilted his head, concerned. He needed to say something, anything, for support, but he was never really good at that sort of thing. So, he settled for the only thing he could do so.

“Something tells me if ye go back to Marvin, ye’ll get all the answers ye need. He made ye leave, and if he did to set up with the newscasters, then you’ll know why. He’s expecting ye return Jackaboy, and ye need to go back for the answers.” Anti couldn’t stop his body from glitching at the sense of confusion, anguish and anger radiating from the Hero, and Jackaboy looked at him with a guilty expression. “So get gone.” Anti ordered.

“You aren’t coming?” Jackaboy asked.

“This is personal, ain’t it.” Anti replied with a shrug, “Ye don’t need me hanging around, seeing this happen, especially if a newscaster is there. Just make sure you bring our Marvin back.”

Jackaboy nodded and saluted Anti, who rolled his eyes but saluted him back.

( i found this awesome blog @the-modern-typewriter which posts awesome prompts for writing, seriously it’s given me so many ideas (kudos to @endlcss-possibilities for reblogging it all the time and leading me there) so this little Marvelsepticeye drabble is based on one of the prompts from the blog ^^ @pristine-starlight I know you love these guys )

Jackaboy could barely believe his eyes, as Villain stepped out into the light after he had chased them down. Green hair, black cape, cat mask with red and black painted details and a rather innocent smile on their face…it was Marvin.

“Marvin…” He whispered, “What…what are you doing here? Are you hurt? Where’s Villain?”

Tilting his head to the side, Marvin continued to smile innocently, arms held behind his back. “You’re looking at him.” The magician said calmly.

“No…no…but you…you’ve been kidnapped by him before, he hurt you!” Jackaboy cried, his entire body trembling.

“Did he really?” Marvin queried, “Did you never think about why it was so easy for you to get me back?”

“I just…he was never very good at kidnapping you but…why?!” Jackaboy asked, “Why would you do this?! Why would you…I don’t understand.”

“I didn’t have a choice.” Marvin spat, his calm exterior breaking instantly and Jackaboy was sure he saw some glitches, Marvin moving strangely and too quickly, and his eyes narrowed.

“Everyone has a choice!” Jackaboy snapped, “I chose to believe that you could be better than you are and you chose to spit on that and everything we are!”

Marvin looked away then, and Jackaboy assumed it was because he was sad, but really, it was because of laughter. Giggles, amusement, not the emotion that Jackaboy had been expecting, ripped through Marvin as the mask-wearing magician turned away fully, and threw his hands up.

“It wasn’t like that at all.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“Then tell me what it was like!” Jackaboy swallowed, his voice wobbling as he forced the words out, “Please. Explain it to me so I can understand.”

Shaking his head again, Marvin slowly turned on his heel to face Jackaboy again. His hands were twitching, a sure tell from the magician that he was itching to use his magic, and Jackaboy went tense, ready to avoid anything Marvin threw at him. He needed to find out what was going on, what would drive Marvin to do this.

“You can’t understand.” Marvin sighed, “Look at me Jackaboy, and then look at you, and all the others. You’re a hero, everyone else has something, even Chase despite his obvious failures…and I’m nothing. I’m a failure. So, I had to use other methods to make sure I could become successful.”

He glitched again, and Jackaboy had to stop himself from rushing forward and grabbing Jackaboy.

“Does Anti have anything to do with this?!” He demanded.

Marvin cracked his neck and grinned. “He might be.”

“So…you’re under his control?” Jackaboy added, “Tell me! Is that why you didn’t have a choice.”

Marvin didn’t reply.

In Jackaboy’s mind, he didn’t need to.

Glaring, he turned to leave, to find Anti and confront him to find out what he had done to Marvin, why he had corrupted the Magician. Then, he would have his Marvin back, and this entire thing would be over.

“Oh Jackaboy…” Marvin murmured as the hero disappeared. “So easily convinced that poor Anti has anything to do with this. Now…I suppose I should get a front row seat to this.”

Cracking his neck again and flexing his hands, Marvin followed Jackaboy from the warehouse back to the Septic Egos home, ready to see how his forays into manipulative magic would pay off.