forum funking,,,,,,,,JEANUBIS
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@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

me on one hand: i would die for jean. i love him. baby boi
me on the other hand: stinky friend. angerey boi always mean>:(

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

My brain: jeanubis group chat jeanubis group chat jeanubis group chat jeanubis group c
Me: please i have a wife and kids i'm just tryna do homework

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Anubis had been gone, presumably on a job, for some time but not enough time for me to be concerned. What had me slightly concerned was when my phone suddenly lit up nevermind

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

its ok i am a patient bitch when it comes to this kinda stuff no need to strain urself!!!

also they are hurt bc they r little shits

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

ALSO ALSO!!! I'm getting very close to finishing up the next chapter of that one AU!!! imma just call it murder house AU to make it easier,,,in fact now that i think about it i might go back and name all the AU's so it's easier to refer to them next time

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

Murder House AU! Chap 5

Her voice protrudes through the stone like a bullet.

"I thought you vowed never to hurt your own flesh and blood, Jean."

Jean rolls his shoulders, ignoring her as we walk through the hallway. The two of us slowly grew more curious where the end of the hallway was, but I started to think she's taking us through a loop. Jean and I both knew the girl would continue talking, but Jean refused to respond or react anyway.

"What changed your mind? Did you rise from the ashes with the revelation that you didn't deserve to be treated that way?"

Was it just me, or was her voice getting closer? Jean and I approach a door as he tries the knob; locked, of course. He and I exchange glances as we silently plan on how to get through. As he takes a few steps away from the door, I take in my surroundings to see if there's anything I could use. That's when I notice the air vent.

"Did something…snap?"

Jean rams his shoulder into the door, but to no avail. I take a shot at it as well; no luck. I eye the air vent a second time, starting to feel uneasy about it. Should I say something, or would Jean tell me it's unimportant?

"What snapped in you, Ch-"

Jean interrupted her. I look over at him, his face clearly exasperated as he rolls his eyes impatiently.
"Get to the point."
The silence that follows admits that both Jean and the girl are wearing each other's patience down. Something scratched in the back of my mind, but I couldn't place what it was.

"We all have our demons, Mr. White. It's only a matter of time before you allow yours to dominate."

Did she just say demons? Wasn't there something about demons in one of the scribbles?

"I bet you two would love to hear a fun fact."

We both groan in dismay as she continues. I sit down and sigh, but Jean merely leans against the wall and crosses his arms, closing his eyes in an attempt to keep himself calm.

"The female's sense of smell is actually stronger and more reliable than the male's sense of smell. Isn't that so fun?"

What does that have to do with anything? Jean pulls out a knife from his boot and traces it with his fingers, bored and impatiently waiting for her to finish. I stick my hands in my pockets.

"Now if either of you were a woman, you might have smelled the gas that's slowly been filling your room there."

I quickly snatch my hands out of my pocket and stand up, looking up to the vent as I notice the air seeping out the bottom of it. How long has it been doing that? How could I not have noticed?

"But men only start to smell it after it becomes too dangerous to even flick a quick lighter on. How's that for fun?"

Jean and I gaze at each other in a moment of panic as we attempt to lift the collar of our shirts over our mouths and noses. The girl's laughter accompanies whatever gas was filling the air around us as Jean takes another shot at the door.

"Oh, if only either of you had half a brain, you'd realize there's no way a human being could get through that door."

"What are we supposed to do, then? Are you just gonna kill us?"
I yell out, knowing I should ration my breath instead of breathing heavily and quickly, but unable to contain my frustration. Jean's eyes fall to my pocket as a bead of sweat drips down his temple.
"We're not supposed to get through the door on our own."
My eyes flicker at Jean, a short moment of confusion as to what he could be talking about, but I quickly realize where his eyes had fallen.
"That'll blow us both up."
Jean shakes his head, his breath hitting the shirt.
"Not if we take cover, throw the lighter at the door."
Every fiber of my being said no. Surprisingly, I didn't want to die by explosion. As much as I enjoyed grazing my fingers over the fire, this was too much, and it could kill us both, or worse, it could almost kill us both, and we'd be suffering with deforming scars over our entire bodies.
"Christ, Anubis, just throw the lighter."
I snatch the lighter from my hands and hold it away from me, backing up with Jean against the wall as I place my finger over the trigger. After flicking the lighter on, I quickly toss it away from us, creating a blast to erupt directly in front of us, the core following the lighter. As the fire inflates in all directions, Jean and I hit the ground, exposing our backs to the explosion and protecting our fronts. Of course, the impact still sent us flying, along with bits of debris following us close behind.
You'd think I would have gotten used to such a specific type of excitement, but I found myself blanking. The heat hitting my back must have done something, or I just wasn't paying attention, but it all happened in slow motion.
Jean's muffled voice-was it muffled? I could hear a distant voice calling me, but the ringing in my ears dominated. I blink my eyes to look up, heat waves hitting my skin and causing my eyes to water as I notice Jean's panicked face, almost as if he's yelling at me. Why was he yelling at me? His eyes flicker to a piece of debris flying straight for me, but I don't process it. In a quick move, Jean launches himself at me, hitting me backwards as the piece flies by and grazes Jean's back. My back hit the wall, knocking the wind out of me as I realize how thin the oxygen has gotten. My legs give out and I let myself fall to the ground, Jean following on his knees. I cough and inhale deeply, but Jean covers my mouth with his hand, which almost glowed from the fires surrounding us. Hitting the wall somehow retrieved my hearing, but I almost missed the deafening silence as Jean starts yelling at me.
"Are you fucking crazy?!" He coughs out, his voice hoarse. Crazy? He's the one who wanted me to throw the lighter. What is he talking about?
He drops his hand, turning to where the door used to be, then back to me. Going by the look on his face, I wasn't looking good. Was he considering going on without me? My vision starts to fade as I struggle to breathe, unable to come to a decision myself before my head grows too heavy for me to hold it up.
"Ah, fuck it." Jean utters before scrambling to stand up.
Was he really going to leave me?
I don't get the opportunity to find out before my eyelids fall closed, my body growing limp.