#mathias iverson

Rating: Explicit / MDNI

Characters: Declan Gerritz, Mathias “Mads” Iverson (OCs)

Content: Stalking, voyeurism

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Declan paced up and down his flat, Mads had left twenty minutes ago and the first meeting had gone significantly better than Declan could have predicted. He felt Mads spearmint breath on his lips, apart of him was in ecstasy and delight… But he was also drowning in anxiety. The problem was what Declan had promised to do. He wrapped his arms around his body, his fingers gripping at the soft fat wrapped around his abdomen. There was one demand Mads had for them to both be together, and Declan knew he had to do it. He swallowed and exhaled, he sat on his black and green gaming chair at his self built, and intricately designed computer. It was time to recharacterise himself from stalker to boyfriend. Which shouldn’t have been as difficult as it was.

Characters: Declan Gerritz, Mathias Iversen (OCs)

Verse: The Magnus Archives AU, in this the Magnus Institute is in York, Declan is the Archivist, Mathias is an assistant who has been marked for the Web, the main antagonists are Martin and John. John in Elias’s place and Martin in Peter Lukas’s place.

Content: Spiders, technology malfunctioning, puppets

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DECLAN (THE ARCHIVIST)

Statement of Mathias Iverson, regarding a strange encounter with a television programme. It occurred in his flat in Westfield, York. Statement given 14th of February 2023. Audio recording by Declan Gerritz, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute. Statement begins. [A PAUSE FOLLOWED BY A SHAKY BREATH FROM DECLAN] When-whenever you’re ready, Mads.

MATHIAS

Oh. Right. Yeah. It happened five days ago, at least, I think it did. I’ve not… been home since. I always wind down after work with a film. Disney film, usually. This time it was Løvernes Konge. I still have the old video tapes from when I was a kid, they still work really well which is good because I don’t like the English titles as much. I also got an old VCR I picked up in a charity shop, it was really cheap. I find it more relaxing to watch them that way, I guess. People keep saying I should just get a Disney Plus account but… anyway, not relevant. I was watching Løvernes Konge and it had just gotten to the bit where Simba is going to the elephant graveyard. I don’t know if this is relevant but just above my television for a while there has been a spider for about a week or so. Not the biggest I’ve ever seen. But not like, small either. It had a web all built and I have been leaving it alone because well spiders keep pests away. Anyway. The screen… Changed. It went to static. At first I didn’t question it, thought maybe it was a problem with the VCR. I mean the thing is fucking old. But when I went over to check the cable or smack it I saw my silhouette in the static. My outline. A black shadow of me. I put my hand up and my shadow self moved too. I turned the television off and took the tape from the VCR, and it was fine I suppose. But I could smell burning. I tried not to think about it. My upstairs neighbours are terrible cooks and my downstairs neighbours get stoned fairly frequently so it’s not too out of the ordinary.

Anyway so I ignored the television for the rest of the night and listened to some true crime podcasts instead. I fell asleep during one. It was about the Cray twins, it was pretty inaccurate and glossed over- well- that doesn’t matter. When I woke up in the middle of a new episode I did not recognise the television was on. It was showing a static screen like before with silhouettes on it. But the silhouettes? They were like. Fanden. They were all spiders. They were just the black shapes of eight legged creatures. Had to be spiders, right? At first I thought they were on the screen but I even put my hand on it and all I could feel was the glass and the slight static hum. But the spiders moved. They cleared space like I spooked them. I tried turning my television off but it didn’t do anything. Eventually I unplugged it and went back to sleep. I tried to ignore it. Maybe it was a technical glitch or maybe it was a supernatural thing that if I left it alone and showed I wasn’t going to interfere maybe it would leave me alone.

Anyway. I went to bed, and I slept pretty well actually. I slept for four hours, and got up around three in the morning. I sort of dismissed what had happened as a dream. I started making my meal prep for the week. I have a specific type of insomnia where I can only sleep for four hours at a time most nights so I try to be productive when I’m awake. I mostly cut up vegetables and cook pasta. I quite like the flat at night, there’s not as much noise from upstairs and downstairs at that time. Anyway. When I went into the living room to sit and maybe watch something on Netflix when… the television. It was- it was already… on. It was on. I’d left it unplugged. I vividly remember pulling the plug from the wall. But no, the plug was… well it was back in obviously. Anyway. On the television, instead of spiders this time it was a strange programme instead, it was these puppets, they looked like… there is this kids show from back ho- back in Denmark named Kaj and Andrea. It’s got these puppets and they are a frog and a bird. But they look. They looked wrong, I can’t explain… the proportions weren’t right and they moved a little too humanly, I think. It was smooth as if they weren’t being controlled and the bird’s wings moved like arms. They were talking in a mix of languages, I caught bits of English and Danish, then maybe German and French. Eventually, I noticed the spiders on the screen, slowly edging from the sides and taking up more and more space. It was then they both turned to the screen and … they were talking in English. Clear English. And they were talking to me. At first I thought I was insane, like no they’re just talking at the camera but- but I don’t know. It started with them saying it’s awfully late, how I shouldn’t be watching television at this time, then they began saying I shouldn’t sit so close to the screen. It was then they got bigger, and they grew teeth. And they said, clear as day:

“Do you think we need more legs, Mathias?”

I tried to turn it off. But the buttons… at some point the television had been covered in web and I’d not noticed. How had I not noticed? I- I went to unplug it but the web went all the way down the wire and attached it to the socket in the wall. I tried to rip it out but it wouldn’t budge. The stupid fucking puppets on the TV laughed and laughed and laughed. They said- they said “don’t you wish to play with us, Mathias?” How fucking creepy and cliche is that?

Anyway. I packed a bag and ran. Hung out in the 24 hour cafe just outside of the city centre until it was time to go to work. And I’ve been secretly living in the Archives ever since. Sorry. Erm. Am I in trouble?

DECLAN (THE ARCHIVIST)

Statement ends. [Sighs.] No, you’re not in trouble. John doesn’t seem to mind. And Martin… I don’t think he’s noticed.

MATHIAS

I have evidence. For the research. I have photos on my phone. Of the TV and of the cartoon. Probably would be better if I had a video…

DECLAN (THE ARCHIVIST)

No, no. That’s great, Mads. Obviously it’s best you don’t investigate personally, since something clearly wants to hurt you. And you can’t go back home. So. Yes. I think- we can set you up a proper bed in the Archives. Have some security watching out for whatever is doing this. Are you… Are you okay, Mads?

MATHIAS

I suppose so. [Breath quickens and there are tears in his voice.] I want my things. I want my things here and I want them not to be covered in web. I want my home back. I want it to be clean. I want-

DECLAN (THE ARCHIVIST)

Hey, hey- [Shuffling due to him moving to hold Mathias.] I know, I know Mads. It’s gonna be okay. We’ll deal with this. And I’ll keep you safe.

MATHIAS

[Sniffs.] Guess I can’t say all the statements we get are bullshit now, huh?

[DECLAN LAUGHS]

Characters: Mathias Iverson, Declan Gerritz, Elio di Medici (referenced) (OCs)

Content: yandere, hyperfats, immobile blob, abusive relationship, age gap, organised crime

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Mathias sat nervously, he had a Bluetooth headset clipped to his ear as he focused on the large file of graphs, numbers, and statistics. He wore a light grey button up shirt, a silver tie, and black trousers, that all hung from his angular, thin frame. He had paused the tracking app on his smart phone, but he suspected that wasn’t the only way Declan had to trace him. When Mathias left, his two ton captor was lounging in his adipose, swollen arms resting on his breasts as his head was sinking into his neck roll. Mathias had snuck out whilst Declan was too fixated in some computer game and on his sweet raspberry flavoured lard that was being funnelled into his mouth through a tube. He would be distracted for a while, he wasn’t expecting Declan not to notice he’d left, but he had thankfully managed to reach Elio di Medici’s home for his meeting before Declan realised.

Suddenly, Mathias’s phone began to ring. He sighed in irritation, the sound was loud and piercing in his ear. He answered it without having to check the caller ID. He knew precisely who would be throwing a tantrum at home in his cosy, cage of fat.

“Good morning, baby,” Declan purred, filling Mathias’ ear with his wheezing, gentle voice. Deceptively soft which hid the menace within it that Mathias had grown adept at spotting.

“What do you want?” Mathias snarled trying to focus on the numbers instead. “I’m fucking busy.”

“Mhm, I can see that,” Declan replied. His tone was fairly cheerful but Mathias could hear the clipped anxiety hidden beneath it. “You tried to hide your current meeting with me, is there any reason I couldn’t know you were seeing Elio di Medici?”

“Must have slipped my mind,” Mathias mumbled. “We have a new delivery of your sweet, sugary lard coming today by the way. The one that tastes like strawberry mixed with bubblegum.”

“Don’t change the subject,” Declan whined, the desperation in his voice obvious alongside the drool that Mathais could picture was pooling in Declan’s gigantic, swollen neck roll.

“He’s my boss, røhvul. Makes sense I’d go see him.”

“Not secretly.”

“It wasn’t secret,” Mathias lied. He was clever, he’d gotten this far on his own, he could convince the agoraphobic blob he was imagining things. “It just wasn’t- I just forgot tell you. Look you’re spying on me anyway, what do you care?”

“Because… I don’t like you hiding things from me.” Declan’s voice had grew dark, twisted, and possessive. He had dropped the pretence of worry or anything else, and it made Mathias’ lips grow dry. “You know I’m the reason you’ve gotten this far, don’t you? I could destroy all your hard work before you can even shake di Medici’s hand.”

“So you recognise it as my hardwork then,” Mathias pointed out, sounding far braver than he felt.

“Partially. And it wasn’t possible without me.”

“I’d have managed it in the end. Besides, I’m the one who organises that lard for you. The one that tastes like ice cream and has 250% more fat than your previous feed. So you wouldn’t be such a useless hog without me.”

“Just- you have to tell me what your doing. I want to know,” Declan snapped. Mathias had managed to create a little crack in Declan’s defences, he could hear the sulking whine in his voice.

“Shall I tell you whenever I’ve had a piss too?”

“Don’t be stupid. Seeing Elio di Medici isn’t an every day occurance. Even with your position he doesn’t have meetings with just anyone.”

“Guess I must be more powerful than you thought,” Mathias pointed out, he smirked as he imagined how frustrated Declan must be right now. He was probably slapping his gut in anger, sucking on his feeding tube so hard it threatened to come loose.

“Just remember,” Declan began with a dark, vicious tone, sending a cold chill through Mathias’s chest. “I saved you. I built you up from nothing. I helped you commit your first murder. I’m the reason you met Cian, and di Medici. And his brother Castor. That’s all thanks to me. And I can take it all away.”

“Is that- are you-”

“Bye, babe. See you at home,” Declan said in a bright voice that contrasted eerily from the tone he’d used to threaten Mathias. Before he could respond, Declan hung up. Mathias sighed in irritation and ran his long fingers through his pale blonde hair. He returned his attention to his files, the numbers and charts he’d put together for this meeting. As he was pouring over them making sure all of the statistics were correct for the twelfth time, a voice broke him from his concentration.