forum funking,,,,,,,,JEANUBIS

Started August 18, 2018 by @AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

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Here's Jean's link in case I need to remember or change something

thank u kanye very cool

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This isn't an AU it's canon (I think????)
"That Night"

A clicking sound is heard from the hallway as Anubis begins talking. He must have been in the other room for quite a while, because Jean is already losing sobriety.
"You really need to teach Prince some manners, he thinks he's head of the hou-"
Anubis freezes when he locks eyes with the puffy, red, tired eyes that Jean is struggling to look at Anubis with. There's a few moments of silence as the realization kicks in and Anubis sighs heavily.
"You're drunk again?"
He mutters, disappointment defining his tone as he relaxes his stiff position and walks over to Jean. Jean's eyes roll back in his head-whether he means to or not-as he takes another gulp of the alcohol.
"Why not, am I right?" I mean I thought it was the perfect night for a celebration."
The strangely positive voice that came out of Jean's mouth hits Anubis with severe confusion.
Why does he sound so happy? On this night of all nights? Is he just that drunk?
"Perfect night for a celebration?" Anubis finally asks, wondering if Jean thinks that he forgot. A loud clank hits Anubis's ears as Jean pours another cup.
"The anniversary of my family's tragically beautiful death."
The tension in the room shoots up as Jean stands up from the bar, obviously drunk by the way he walks, but still manages to walk nonetheless. Anubis debates with himself on whether he should follow Jean or stay where he is, but he instinctively chooses the former.
"Are you okay, Jean?"
Jean doesn't stop or turn to Anubis, but rather immediately answers him.
"Of course not, my family was murdered."
"Yeah, but you said-"
Anubis pauses where he stands, and something in his mind was too focused on refraining from reacting in fear or shock to be able to focus on the question of where Jean got the gun he's holding and why he's pointing it directly at Anubis's forehead.
"Do you know what happens after death, Anubis?"
Anubis leans his head forward, a smile crawling up the corners of his mouth. The gun Jean was holding wasn't loaded, but did Jean, drunk enough to sway when he walks, eyes puffy and almost bloodshot, know that that was the case?
"No, should we find out?" Anubis chimed, chuckling at Jean, who remained a statue. His eyes were still as red and puffy as when he first laid eyes on him. Anubis continues talking.
"I know you won't shoot me. Even drunk, you don't have the guts to kill me."
Anubis's eyes flicker to Jean's finger, waiting for it to start shaking in hesitance.
Jean pulled the trigger.
Click!
Anubis flinches at the sound, but Jean remains motionless. Anubis looks at Jean and studies his face, trying to find even an ounce of realization, as if Jean didn't know that the gun wasn't loaded. There is no emotion to read. Anubis can't tell what Jean is thinking and frankly he begins to wonder if Jean can even tell what he himself is thinking. Without breaking eye contact, Jean takes another gulp of his drink, tossing the gun behind him and walking to his room.
Anubis remains where he stood, staring at the floor as the bedroom door slams shut.

ur mom gay

Wholesome Jean??? (This doesn't necessarily have to be an AU but it's more like That Rare Thing where Jean cares about someone else other than himself)

I look down at the ground, sort of embarrassed for vomiting in front of Jean, especially in his own house. I wipe the back of my hand against the corner of my mouth to rid it from the residue.
"Sorry for puking on your floor, GG." I mutter, not really caring if he heard me or not. Both he and I were too drunk to drive me home, but I had to get back to see how my roommate was doing. He had sent me a text earlier saying he might have overdosed, so I had to go check on him. Jean didn't look at me, leading me to believe that he was either too focused on rinsing the vomit out of my shirt to respond or just didn't even hear me. though, after a few moments, his break of silence answered my internal question.
"Don't be sorry, you were drunk. Though, this will give me a story to use against you."
Another crack of thunder boomed around us. The lights flickered. I heaved a sigh, a bit of tension leaving my body.
"I should get home." I muttered, looking over at the soaking wet shirt of mine that Jean laid on the counter. The stain was still evident but I"m sure it could get washed out in the washing machine.
Suddenly Jean started taking off his shirt. I watch in disbelief and slight confusion as I wait for his next move. He tosses the shirt at me as it falls over my face.
"Here." He murmured, already walking to the counter to put away the drinks by the time I removed the shirt from my face.
I hold it in my hands, my heart beating in my brain as the nausea creeps back.
"Wh-" I don't even get to ask my question as he immediately interrupts me.
"You're not walking home in the rain without a shirt."
"Isn't this, like, your favorite sweater?"
"I have more."
He closes the cabinet and turns to look at me.
"I'm going to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow."
As he leaves, I return my gaze to the shirt, a gentle smile showing it's face in this otherwise disastrous night.

ahahha ANDROID ANUBIS AU

"Good morning, Mr. White."
Olliver's deadpan, but cheerful undertone voice breaks through my grogginess as I rub my eyes sleepily. Though I know he's probably speaking softly, it's still loud and annoying, and penetrated my headache, making it worse.
"I've prepared a concoction to treat the hangover you are suffering due to last night's events. According to your overall weight, height, gender, blood type, and internal development, this recipe should be most effective."
I open my eyes and turn my head to avoid looking at him. I really should have made him keep his original android clothes.
"Put it on the table."
I mutter, rubbing my head as I walk past him and throw myself onto the couch.
Olliver follows and carefully sets the cup on the coffee table in front of me. I watch him, seeing him hesitate after standing up.
"Mr. White, I believe I've discovered an internal issue with you that we need to address."
"Oh, I bet you have."
"Last night, your BAC level reached .251%. At that level, you have not only reached dysphoria, vomiting and total loss of mental control, but you also risk alcohol poisoning and loss of consciousness."
God, do I need to hear this every other morning? I don't care how much I drank last night.
"Okay, fine, how about this. You go out and buy me more whiskey and as I drink it, you keep your mouth shut about how much it is I'm consuming. Sound like a deal?"
Olliver persists, but this time he takes a different route.
"This isn't about how much you've been drinking, Mr. White."
"Stop calling me Mr. White, Olliver, how many times do I need to-"
"Mr. White, you called me a different name last night."
My heart drops. Did I really let it slip, after all these years? The silence that follows Olliver's statement provokes me to think that he expects an explanation out of me, but I'm rendered speechless. Recognizing this, Olliver continues.
"You called me by the name 'Anubis'. At first I thought you were drunk and hallucinating, but then I took into consideration that I am a custom model android, meaning you ordered an android with specific instructions on what I was going to look like."
"Okay, so what?"
"Most people would use that feature to create the model of their dreams, but I have reason to believe that you created someone that already exists."
"Shut the hell up, Olliver."
"I researched the name Anubis but nothing came up, so I tried with the name Olliver, and I found a death certificate. There was no last name, but there was a photo, which confirmed my suspicions."
"Olliver, I swear to Go-"
"Did you love him, Mr. White?"

Anubis: *gives Jean a grey-blue sweatshirt to jean for his birthday, but it's like 2 shades off from jean's sweatshirt
Jean: literally what the fuck is this

im laughing

"Did something happen?" Calvin asked before Anubis had a chance to leave the apartment.
"What are you talking about?"
Calvin sighed, "I noticed you've spent 4 nights in the apartment. Normally you're at Jean's, but you came straight home from work this time. Don't think I don't notice you, Anubis."
Averting his eyes, Anubis shrugged and opened the door. "I'm gonna figure it out, man. Don't worry."

The blonde rolled his shoulders. He could feel the anxiety welling up in his stomach as he stood in front of Jean's door. Anubis didn't bother using the keys. He was too afraid that it was a violation at the moment. After a few seconds of a failed attempt at calming himself, he knocked on the door - the old special knock.
Jean, who was in the kitchen, froze. His first thought was to open the door, but then he remembered that they had gotten into a bad fight, and Anubis never knocked anymore. Jean debated on letting Anubis in, but decided not to. Why should he?
Anubis waited. Eventually, he ended up sitting in front of the door with his head on his knees. The thoughts and the guilt had overcome his limbs.
But, after an hour, Jean slowly opened the door.
There was a gut instinct in Jean that Anubis would still be there. He was right. Silently, Jean stood a foot away from his friend, hands in his pockets.
Anubis broke the silence with a small speech, his voice slightly strained with fear. "I- I'm- wow, I don't even know what to say. How are you not tired of me? I'm not a very likable person, but I swear I'm trying. I just- I-" Anubis took a deep shaky breath, and Jean watched as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. " I can't really think right now and everything is sort of driving me insane and I'm anxious and stressed for no reason at all. But, Jean, I'm sorry I can't ever talk through our issues. Or do anything really. I'm sorry I'm such a train wreck and that you have to deal with it. I'm just so lost and I don't know how to deal with myself or who I am, but strangely, just strangely, this place, this house, feels like home to me."
Jean said nothing, but offered a hand to Anubis. The blonde man grabbed his silent friend's hand and he pulled him up. Jean stepped inside the house, leaving just a small bit of space for Anubis to walk through.

If only this could be solved by talking like in the old times.

literally im emo

The Big Fight (Canon)

After a few sips of whiskey that the bartender placed on the counter for him, Jean stood up and placed a couple of bills under his cup. Anubis's head turned and followed Jean as he slowly and almost awkwardly walked out the door.
"Where are you going?"
Anubis muttered to Jean before he reached the door.
"Out for a smoke."
Anubis hesitated, unable to get this urgent thought out of his mind. It was almost like a war flashback, rendering Anubis quiet and restless when he thought about it.
This is the first time Jean and I have hung out since I caught his brother Kristopher beating him up. Anubis thought to himself. Jean hadn't ever told me about that, and I never saw any bruises on him, but one thing was on my mind; Jean wasn't fighting back. He wasn't even trying.
"Can-can I come with you?" He stuttered out, hoping Jean would accept.
"You want to smoke too?" Still sort of hesitant, Anubis shakes his head.
"No, I want to talk to you about something."
Jean doesn't stop walking as he opens the door, already pulling out his cigarettes and lighter.
"Whatever, I'll be next to the building." The door closed as Anubis tapped his foot impatiently, sighing as his eyes follow Jean through the window.

Jean didn't turn to look at Anubis when he approached Jean in the alley. Anubis silently leaned against the wall next to Jean, and for a few moments, they were silent. Occasionally Anubis could catch a glimpse of the smoke in the neon lights from the buildings and streetlamps, but didn't dare speak for several minutes.
Anubis finally broke the silence.
"So, um, why didn't you defend yourself?"
Jean furrows his brows and drops his arm to his side, dropping the cigarette away from him and stepping on it to put it out. He turns his neck to look at Anubis.
"Excuse me?"
Anubis shrugs his shoulders awkwardly.
"Against Kris. When he was-"
Jean turned in front of Anubis and slammed him against the wall, glaring straight at Anubis.
"I would never stoop so low as to hurt my own family."
They stare at each other for a few moments in silence before Jean shoves Anubis before turning to walk away. Anubis follows Jean, placing a persistent hand on Jean's shoulder.
"Why? I mean it's not like he doesn't deser-"
Jean turns around and slugged a punch directly at Anubis's left cheek. Stumbling to the side and holding a hand to his face, Anubis looks at Jean with a shocked expression. Jean doesn't stop and instead walks closer to Anubis, grabs him by the shirt and pulls his arm back for another hit. This time, though, Anubis was prepared, and grabbed Jean's arm, using his other arm to clock Jean in the nose. The two of them were bubbling over with rage, whether it be internal or already towards the other, Jean and Anubis were physically fighting for the first time.
"See? The fuck's wrong with you, you're perfectly capable of fighting."
Jean grabbed Anubis's shoulder and rolled another punch. And another one, and another one.
"You want me to fucking fight my own brother?!"
Anubis kicked his leg upwards between Jean's legs, causing Jean to retract and let go of Anubis. While Jean was still bending over, Anubis slammed his elbow onto Jean's back, causing him to fall over. For a moment, Anubis stands, huffing and wiping the blood from his face. He turns his head away from Jean and spits a bit of blood and spit to the side of him. Jean takes this moment to stand up and grab Anubis by the neck. He lifts a leg and kicks Anubis in the side, causing Anubis to stumble. Anubis would have fallen over if Jean let him, but instead Jean grabbed him by the shirt collar and swung him against the wall, throwing another punch. Suddenly running away from consciousness sounded like a wonderful idea to Anubis. Jean threw another punch square in Anubis's face. Jean pulled his arm back for another punch, but upon looking at Anubis, he noticed that Anubis's eyes were swollen shut. Jean took in a few heavy, rough breaths before tossing Anubis to the ground. Turning around, he pulled his sleeve back and wiped the blood off of his face.
"Don't bother coming over anytime soon."

what a terrible time i loved it

What If Anubis Was Right? AU

It's been a few years now, so I guess I've gotten used to it, but occasionally I'll accidentally make a noise and Anubis will turn towards it, and he practically makes eye contact with me; it feels weird when he locks eyes with me. Every now and then, I almost clear my throat to ask him if he can see me, but before I do, he returns to whatever he's doing on the computer. Though, I'm sort of glad he can't see me; the burn marks on my arms are bad enough. I can't even look into a mirror to see what my faces looks like; I have to rely on feeling it. I don't really know how this all works, but I'm willing to bet Anubis hasn't gotten over me. It's almost as if I'm tied to him. He ended up moving into my house in order to take care of Prince. It started out as frequent visits, but now he just stays here. Sometimes he's had the misfortune of having to take a detour on his way home and he'd pass by what is now the burnt rubble of my family's and my grave. A few times he would lock his focus on the road ahead of him, but occasionally he'd slow down and stare at what used to be the house. What thoughts and emotions he could be going through, I was never able to read on his face.
I sigh heavily as I watch Anubis hack into another website, doing some random stuff that I didn't really understand and never cared to pay attention to. Feeling a bit restless, I decided to go pace around in the main room, so I stood up. This action caused me to bump the glass of water that sat next to Anubis, and it fell, shattering on the floor. Prince hissed in shock, and I turned to him to see if he was okay.
He was staring directly at me.
"Mrow?" His curious meow caused me to internally jump. I sit still for a few moments to see if Prince would go back to sleep.
He didn't move.
Still skeptical, I took a few side steps and watched to see if his eyes would follow me.
They did. Prince sat up and continued to stare at me curiously.
Wait a minute, if Prince could see me, does that mean-
"GG?"

It wasn't the first time somebody requested a sidekick, but it highly unusual. Normally I'm wary about these meets, making sure they aren't set ups. This time, however, no matter how much I tried looking into this 'Daniel Phillips,' he had nothing for me to work off of, except that he did somewhat of the same jobs I did. Whoever he was, he either was a god at erasing his trace, or he simply just ceased to exist technologically. Nonetheless this job had a huge paycheck. I couldn't pass that up.
My stupid ass decided to take the chance and meet with the suspicious killer. I hoped that he would cooperate in the least. And not kill me right off the bat, claiming all the money. It really frustrated me that I couldn't find any useless information on him.
I climbed up the steps of the apartment building, rereading the address on my phone a couple times to reassure I wouldn't knock on some random door. 532N… I turned the corner and discovered the number etched onto the wall. I pulled off my hood and knocked on the door.
I expected some short bald guy, some psychotic man with twitching bloodshot eyes and wrinkles filling his features. Or a man with brown hair and extremely asymmetrical features. Or even a girl hiding behind a male identity, with short hair but a clearly feminine face. I expected everything except this.
The door swung open and I was met with a specific shade of blue. I looked up and there he was, with a condescending smile and long black hair pulled back into a bun. "Anubis! Nice to finally see your face after all this time! C'mon in, man, I got some drinks for us," he said rather cheerfully as he grabbed my shoulder and led me in, causing me to stumble a bit.
I pulled away in shock. "J-Jean?" My eyes flickered over his familiar features as if trying to decide if this was real or not.
"Yeah?"
My voice quivered. I tried to spit out the words lodged in my throat.
"I thought you were dead."
Jean's expression darkened, realizing how confused and lost I felt. Jean was here, alive. I didn't burn him to death. He escaped the fire. All these years he had been out and about, living. And here he is, killing people. It was my fault. But he's alive.
Subconsciously I wrapped my arms around him, gripping the back of his shirt as the long overdue emotions bubbled over. Jean was apprehensive at first, but gradually returned the embrace. My mind told me he was a ghost, and I was just imagining this. That I was just in my own place, with nobody. But, the stupid smell of his cigarettes and his stupid shirt and this unknown place told me otherwise. and now i am gay, thank you everyobody

that was literally the best thing ever I'm going to read this many times

big laugh

AU where Anubis finds out a different way that Jean didn't care about his family

Before opening the file, I look up from the screen and take a deep sigh through my mouth. I knew Jean had several email accounts, but I didn't recognize this one. It emailed me yesterday with the preface that Jean had programmed this email to send this message if he didn't update it within the required time. I refrained from opening it until now because, knowing Jean, it was probably a virus. After analyzing it, I concluded that it wasn't, but at that point I realized I was only looking for a reason not to open it, so I went to bed.
I slowly move the mouse to the video file and open it. A stilled image of Jean looking at the camera pulled up, and my heart dropped to the floor. Should I even play it? God, my curiosity is way too strong to just leave it now. With a shaky hand, I press play.
"Hey, Anubis."
Why is this effecting me so much? I've thought Jean was dead before, I've gone through this before. I guess it's different now; I watched him die. He continues.
"Kinda weird talking to a camera, but anyway, if you're watching this, I'm probably dead." Jean grins slightly, quickly resisting the urge to laugh at himself as he scratches his neck. "I had to say that." I exhale, wondering what this video is supposed to contain.
"You know I'm not very talkative, but that doesn't mean I don't have a lot on my mind. What I said before is true, though. Unless I faked my death and had to flee to India or something."
God, at this point, I wish that were the case. His casual body language clicked back to the serious one he's always stiffly holding every time he walks out of the house.
"Anyway, knowing me, I'm a bag of dicks. I don't tell you anything and I suck at communication. I told myself I'd admit this shit to you when I'm six feet under, so, uh, here we go."
The anticipation only grew stronger as he hesitates, taking in a deep breath and…is he…fidgeting?
"I want to start with the fact that I forgive you."
Those words sent shivers up my spine and I could feel some sort of rush throughout my body. I couldn't identify if it was a positive rush or a negative rush. Questions filled my mind as I think about all the instances in which Jean was clearly very angry with me for everything I've done. The night with the gun, the night he fought me, and countless other times he's expressed his severe non-forgiving attitude with me.
"I forgive you for what you've done, in fact, I had no reason to be mad at you."
What? Jean has never looked more nervous than he does now, and even then he's still hiding it well. His eyes kept falling to the ground as if he can't make eye contact with the camera. He keeps pausing before beginning his next sentence. He was acting very out of character for him.
"I was mad at myself for being unable to care. I did everything I could to express grief or some sort of way to mourn, but I just didn't care."
Are you fucking kidding me?
"Do you want to know what I did when you started that fire? I went home and got more high. Didn't give a shit."
This whole time I thought he was mad at me, and he'd only been taking out his anger that was actually at himself?
"Anyway, I took my anger out on you because I was mad at myself. I know, it's stupid,"
No shit
"but I'm stupid,"
No s h i t
"and…well, I'm sorry."
What?
Did Jean just…apologize? What the fuck is this, is this a prank?
"I guess that's all I have to say. Take care of Prince for me."
I stare in shock at the screen as he stands up from the camera and turns it off, causing the video to end and the replay button to appear.
Why the hell would he think this was a good idea? Do I feel better? Did he feel better? Why?

i wonder if anyone is stalking this and how confused they must be

au where they're both fucking dead

and prince has no one to take care of him

literally shut your fuck up

Jean, whom I recalled was the visitor with black hair that seemed to always be in a bun, signed in. He never came often, but I knew that would change soon.
There would be times when Jean visited and I had to work inside the room. He would study Anubis with no hint of what he could've been thinking. The hours would be filled with silence and awkward fidgeting.
You could never tell with Jean, really. He might as well be emotionless. This is the conclusion I reached during his visits to Anubis. I didn't understand their relationship in the slightest, but I guessed Jean could also just be in denial. Such a strange way to cope, by ignoring your friend.
Today's visit was rather heavy for both me and Anubis. I didn't expect Jean to visit, but here he was. "Hello, Jean," I smiled to the man. He merely nodded his head as he walked in. I put down the clipboard, unsure how to handle this. No matter how much I practiced, I knew the real thing would be nerve-wracking and heart-wrenching. This would be the first time I broke the news.
Anubis sat in the bed with his hands entangled in his lap. He was breathing heavily, aware of what was about to happen.
"I think it will be best if I just come right out and announce it." I inhaled and looked back and forth between the boys, hoping they were prepared. They didn't move, so I continued. "Anubis, you have one month to live. The procedures just haven't been working - the cancer has spread too far."
Jean's jaw muscle twitched, Anubis froze, but nothing was said. "One month," Anubis muttered. He glanced at Jean, grinning. "That's longer than I expected."

The day after, I came in to talk to Anubis. As his nurse, I was meant to be there mentally as well, in my opinion. I headed into his hospital room, noticing he was scanning the objects. His room had a window facing the sunrise, but the only time he had ever seen it was morning before more tests. An ugly green color painted the curtains, leaving the walls as a slight moss-like hue. One tray of half-eaten food stood next to the bed. The bed contained one sickly looking human with a hospital gown draped over his bones. I remember he had told me he used to be muscular. But now, his cheekbones were too prominent, his collarbones pressed through his skin, and his arms were weaker than the average child. It was mostly his fault, he said, the cancer had affected his mental health too much.
Anubis turned his head towards my entrance. "Hello."
"Hey!" I smiled, bringing his medicine to him and a glass of water. I sat down in a backwards rolling chair. "So, I noticed Jean doesn't really say much, so I'm here to listen to you if you need to talk. You seem to avoid any group therapy."
"I suppose I don't have much time left anyways, so might as well open up for once…" Anubis rubbed his forehead, which was home to a mysterious scar.
"It's sad," he said, his crackled voice rippling the air. "I'll go out, and people will stare at me. Sometimes talk to me with a superior voice - as if I'm a kid. Just because my head shows that I have cancer, doesn't mean I'm not normal. Even Jean doesn't treat me the same, but I guess I can't blame him. But he just never tells me what he's feeling or doing or anything. I don't know how to make this situation better, but I guess I never know anything."
It was the first time I had a real conversation with Anubis since I got here. I felt bad for the poor soul. Sometimes I wonder what he looked like before chemotherapy. I had only been assigned to him after his old nurse quit. When Anubis would gaze out the window, lost in thoughts, I would try to guess what shade of hair his was. His empty blue eyes would pair well with blond hair. Light? Dirty? Maybe strawberry blond. Or, perhaps he had dark brown hair, but I decided that didn't fit him.
"There's nothing you can do, Anubis. Just live like there's tomorrow - because there isn't. That's all you can do. Die happy." Anubis squinted at me, processing the words I spoke. I tensed up. Anubis carried an intimidating demeanor. Where he had gotten it, I wasn't sure. He was definitely someone who had done things. This was confirmed in his next sentence.
He glanced away. "I don't know. I'm not a good person. Cancer is probably karma." Anubis chuckled. No matter how much I yearned to understand this patient, I knew I would never find out. I was a nurse, not a therapist.

That was the last time I talked to Anubis. He remained silent for the rest of the two weeks, but gradually left the hospital after eating again. I didn't know what he was doing out there, but the dread of his death date lingered within me. I wasn't sure if I could handle this job very well.
The day came. Jean rushed into the building, carrying a limp, but conscious boy in his arms as the doctors took Anubis into his room. I followed closely behind, passing the doctors any supplies they needed. They put an oxygen mask on his mouth and hooked up his heart rate. The sound would be steady for some moments, but faster in others. I held my breath. "You have to do something," Jean demanded in a low voice. The doctors sighed and tried to convince him they were trying their best.
Beep…. Beep….
Anubis leaned his head to the side, blinking away his sadness as he reached his hand to Jean. Much to my surprise, the cold man took Anubis's hand, breaking away the wall that had been held up for so long. "GG," he whispered, struggling to speak.
Beep.. Beep.. Beep..
"Anubis, I swear don't-"
"Shut up," he said through gritted teeth. I couldn't express the amount of emotion lacing his words. It was love and anger and sadness and remorse and happiness and pure pain, not from death, but from more. Their knuckles were white, gripping one another's hands as if it would keep the freckled boy alive. "Jean," Anubis started, while the doctors took off his oxygen mask, making my heart skip a beat. The nurses pushed me out, telling me I wasn't allowed to be in the room. All I managed to see were two tear-streaked best friends hugging, with Anubis gasping his last words.
"I hope you forgive me, G-"
And the line went flat. "Time of death: 3:23."

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shut ur mouth up bitch

Jean is sitting at the dining table, tapping impatiently away as he waits for the strangely late Anubis to arrive.

The locks in the front door rotate, causing me to turn my head. Anubis strolls through the main hallway and waves to me with the same old devilish grin on his face. "GG! Sorry for being a little late, I decided to take a detour!" he calls. Anubis presents some coffee from behind his back. I accept the cup in gratitude and take a small sip. Black coffee, just how I like it…
The freckled boy continues talking as he makes his way into my kitchen. "My mom was also scolding me for the seventh time this morning, but what's new? I thought, well I'm already running late, so might as well bring a surprise to make up for it, right?" Anubis grabs a glass cup and pours himself some apple juice. I watch him, noticing he is wearing a new maroon-colored shirt. I never paid close attention to his wardrobe ever, but this color really complements him somehow. The corners of my mouth twitch into a smile. "Jean?" Anubis says, snapping me out of my trance. "You're staring."
I glance away, drinking my coffee to hide the red on my cheeks. "I spaced out."
"Whatever, anyway…" I stop listening again, thinking to myself, Deep red, maybe that should be my favorite color?

This isn't an AU I think it's Canon but it's about Sammi

"All I'm saying is that the fish flavor is Prince's favorite regardless of whether or not he's allowed to eat it."
Jean rolls his eyes as he yoinks the food out of my hand and carelessly yeets it back onto the shelf.
"He gets beef flavor during autumn and winter, you know this."
I scoff at Jean as he grabs a box of beef flavored cat food from the prestigious and excessively expensive brand.
"You are Prince's bitch."
"And you're mine."
I punch Jean's arm in retaliation, quickly realizing the implications of his remark. Has Jean ever made that kind of joke before? Was he…joking?
"Shit, I forgot the pasta sauce, I'll be right back."
Jean walked away in a bit of a hurry as he turned the corner. I turned around, checking behind my shoulder to make sure Jean was indeed out of sight before replacing the beef flavored cat food with the fish flavor. Chuckling to myself with pride, I turn to look over at the other shelf, when I crash into someone.
"Oh, sorry, 'scuse me." At first I didn't really bother to get a look at the girl, but then she began talking.
"That's alright, you're excused."
I pause, frozen in my place as my eyes shift back and forth, trying to convince myself that that is not her. She's not right there. Slowly, I turn my neck to look at her.
She's unfamiliar. So maybe I did imagine it? How and why would I do such a thing?
"Wh-"
"Olliver?"
Fuck.
"Where the hell have you been?"
Damn, Jean, how hard is it to find the pasta sauce?
I know she's angry. Not only from the tone of her voice but from the hell in her eyes. She was tense, she was furious, she was ready to start a scene. So, I know I probably should not have responded with what I did, but I panicked.
"Would you believe me if I said I became a stripper?"
Big mistake. You'd think a little sister couldn't possibly carry much muscle, but considering she's been pulling the string back for four years, Sammi carried a lot of weight in her initial punch.
"You left us for FOUR FUCKING YEARS!"
I fall back and hit the shelf, a bunch of cat treats and cans falling over. I open my eyes to look back up at Sammi, only to see her coming in for another hit.
Fuck the pasta sauce, Jean, get the hell over here.
She hits again, and again, yelling unintelligible curses. Someone that was in the aisle earlier had already alerted the security, so they pried Sammi off of me, dragging her outside. The other security guard helped stand me up as he explained to me that he could get an ambulance.
"No, I don't need a hospital." I mutter through bloody teeth and a pained jaw. The time it's taken Jean to get the pasta sauce has grown suspicious, but I decided against following him, and instead followed the emotionally compromised Sammi, in hopes to clear things up with her.
Security informs her that she's not allowed to be eliciting that sort of behavior in their store and that if she wants to continue shopping she'll have to come back tomorrow. She storms away, but I catch up to her.
"Sammi! Let me explain-" I absolutely had no structured explanation, and I didn't know where to start.
Sammi huffs and turns around.
"Listen, Olliver, nothing you could say could fill the four years of complete silence that you forced mom and me to suffer."
I sigh, unable to defend myself. I step closer, hoping to calm her down.
"Sammi, just give me a moment-"
"Take one more step towards me and I'll punch you again."
I take another step forward, testing her.
She leans back to add weight in her punch as she swings at me.
"You're a fucking sociopath!"
She starts kicking me as I fall to the ground, refusing to defend myself.
"Do you want to know how much I cried? I'll fucking-"
Sammi abruptly ended her words in the middle of a sentence. What distracted her? I open my eyes to see a stain in her shirt growing larger as Sammi clutches her stomach.
Jean stood behind her, in a far too casual stance. He was almost slouching. Sammi was still for a moment, the color slowly draining from her eyes, but the fear and dread remaining. Blood seeped from her mouth as she turned around to lock eyes with Jean. Jean pulled his arm back, stabbing Sammi a second time. She fell over as Jean and I watched. Sammi was oddly silent, but she seemed to be looking at Jean with a sense of familiarity. Jean did not return the gaze. Sammi finally spoke, but her words were smooth, but they were smooth in the way that a road is smooth; she still had blood in her lungs, so her voice was failing.
"It's come full circle, hasn't it?" She murmurs, causing me to wonder if she's talking to me or Jean, but she's looking at Jean. Jean merely stared at her with empty eyes. Have I ever seen Jean's face after he killed someone? He looks so empty, he's unreadable. It was the same face he gave me that night he pointed a gun at me. Eventually Sammi's lungs fill completely with blood as she loses consciousness and eventually, life. Jean and I stared at each other for a few moments, Jean's groceries sitting next to his ankles on the opposite side of Sammi's corpse.
"You know her?"
Jean breaks the silence with a casual question, causing me to shrug as I pick up a few grocery bags.
"Yeah, that's Samantha, my little sister."
"Your fucking what?"
"Yeah, hey, do you know what she meant by 'it's come full circle?' I don't think she knew about the whole thing."
Jean paused and turned around to look back and study her face.
"No fucking way." He muttered. I walk back over to him and frown.
"What? What did she mean?"
Jean's shocked expression changes to a smirk as he picks up the remaining grocery bags in silence and starts walking to our car.
"Jean! You know what she means! What did she mean?"
Jean doesn't respond, but only holds his proud smirk.
"Jean!"