forum funking,,,,,,,,JEANUBIS

Started August 18, 2018 by @AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

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literally die but go off i guess

2013 - Jean is 16, and Anubis is 18
"It's snowing!" Anubis said from the window, smiling in awe, like a kid. I looked outside to discover snowflakes drifting to the ground, greeting anything it touches. Winter wasn't my favorite season, but I did enjoy the early sunsets, when it would get dark at four in the afternoon.
"You know what snow looks like," I retorted.
Anubis turned around, frowning. "Let me live, geez. Anyway the other day your family invited me to join you guys for Christmas." I raised my eyebrow, wondering what took them so long. After all, they adored Anubis - or dare I say, his act.
"And?"
"Might as well. I have no one else to spend it with."

I opened my eyes, finally realizing there was no possible way to go back to bed with the commotion from downstairs. I pulled my hair up into a bun and sfhuse fhe down the steps, gripping my pounding head. Anubis at on the couch and was chatting with my mother.
"Yeah, I found an apartment with some friends for now. College just didn't seem like my kind of thing, I guess," he said with a sheepish smile.
My mom shook her head. "Oh, darling, we're always here to help you with anything. Consider us your second family!"
"Thank you, Mrs. White. For now, I work at a coffee shop, but I think I might become a mechanic or something."
"We do need some good mechanics out there. You know Ohio, always with their scams and such. I would trust you to fix my car. Oh, hello Jean, dearie! Come join us!"
I nodded my head to Anubis. Kristopher and Crystal sat on the other side of the couches, watching some Hallmark Christmas movie. They were all wearing matching pajamas. I noticed the Christmas tree had been put up nicely. There were green and red and gold wrapped presents all around under the pine. The White tradition was to decorate the tree and place gifts under it on Christmas Eve.
Anubis caught me staring at it. "Guess who put the star up?" he smirked. He must've arrived after I went to sleep. I told my family I had been too tired to help with the tree, but really I was way too drunk.
"Lemme guess, you?" I sighed.
My father, who had been in the kitchen, came into the living room with a pair of pajamas presumably for me. I thanked him and throw on the clothes quickly in the bathroom.
"Now that everyone is awake," my mother says, standing by the fireplace where the stockings are hung, "we can look through our stockings. Anubis, Kris bought one just for you!"
"Awe, Kris, you're too sweet!" Anubis had always fit into the family too well. It made it easier on me, my parents wouldn't question too much. If I didn't go home one night, I'd claim I was at Anubis's. He'd always confirm.
In my stocking were several types of chocolate and a small cross necklace. There were five cards, one from each person, and a new cologne bottle as well.
Next, everybody opened their gifts. It was a long process as we had to get through six people, but eventually the family dispersed, admiring their new toys until lunchtime. Anubis went up to me and handed me a medium-sized box. "Let's open it in your room. You have a good view up there." I took the gift, wondering what he could've given me,
We headed upstairs, passing the family pictures. Anubis crashed onto my bed, ripping the pajama shirt off. "Go on, open it!" he said as he sat with his legs crossed, like a kid.
I tore through the gift wrap. Under was black leather container. I carefully opened the box to discover a rather pretty silver knife. The handle's edges were carved into a fierce cat, its fangs being shown off especially. I took the knife out and held the thing in my hand.
Anubis nervously said, "Sorry if you don't like it, I just thought it would be a cool gift or something. Maybe you can open packages or chop some peppers in style."
Still inspecting the knife, I smirked. "Maybe I'll just kill you with it." Anubis rolled his eyes, laughing along with me.
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OHMYGOD THAT WAS SO SWEET AND THE END I'M FUCKING CACKLING

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Hospital AU!!

I slowly open my eyes, my eyelids heavy, but somehow managed to pull up the weight of the overwhelming exhaustion that pushed down in my head and throughout the rest of my body. Upon making contact with the burning lights that illuminated the room, a man in a scruffy graying beard leaned above me, pushing his glasses inwards to his face as he smiled emptily.
"Oh, congratulations! You've reached consciousness. Don't mind me, I'm just doing some vitals." His long white coat silently admitted who he was, and further where I was. The monotonous beeping next to me may have also have given it away. My throat was rough and stinging, but I was too curious to refrain from asking the doctor the burning question in my mind.
"What happened to me?"
The doctor's nasally and overly enthusiastic voice rang through my ears, causing me to wonder if it really was worth it to ask him.
"Your brother Kristopher explained everything. You got too drunk and started a fight at a bar. We're going to have to keep you for a bit longer until we determine whether you passed out from alcohol poisoning or from the fight. Either way, I'd like to remind you not to do either of those things again."
I shake my head, running my hand through my hair and noticing how many muscles in my arms are weak.
"I wasn't at a bar last night. Where's my hair tie?"
The doctor looked up from his clipboard with a furrowed brow. The confusion in his face could have been from either statement I made, but I wasn't sure which one he was going to answer.
"Did you check in with a hair tie?"
"Gee, I don't know, I was fucking passed out."
The doctor stiffened as he set down the clipboard into the holder on the foot of my bed.
"I'll ask your family and nurses if they've seen it around."
He stands up and exits the room, suddenly giving away a third presence near me that I didn't notice at first. It was behind the curtain on the other side of the room. I debated with myself on whether I should audibly ask if there's someone on the other side, but by the time I made a decision, he already whipped the curtain back, waltzing over to me with a sense of overwhelming curiosity.
"Fight at a bar, huh? I'll bet the other guy didn't even get to make a detour to the hospital, am I right?" The kid that emerged from the other side of the room and immediately started talking was a bit of a shock to the eyes. Essentially, he looks like a normal kid. His blonde hair was spiked upwards and the freckles on his face caused his bright blue eyes to stand out. He wore a soft red shirt and black pants. His skin was coated in burn marks. I size him down as he stuck one hand in his pocket and poked at the machines attached to me.
"I suppose I'm not as bad as you, huh?" The kid's eyes trailed back to me with a smirk as he mentally looked at his own burn marks.
"Nah, I'm willing to bet you didn't want to get into that fight at the bar."
I huff at him, not bothering to question what the hell he meant by it.
"I wasn't at a bar."
He gazed at me intently, almost as if he was studying me.
"My name's Anubis. What's yours?"
I squint my eyes at him, wondering what game he's trying to play.
"None of your business, shit head."
He raised his hands up defensively and leaned away, stepping to the clipboard on my bed.
"Okay, Jean. That's too bland of a name. Can I call you GG?"
"No."
"Anyway, GG, it was nice meeting you, buuuut the nurse is about to come in to check my blood pressure and all that shit, and I was specifically told not to talk to the other patients, much less leave my bed, so if you could keep this between us, I'd really appreciate it. In fact, I won't tell them where you really got those bruises if you don't tell them about me."
He and I stare at each other expectantly as he raises his eyebrows in hopes that I'll agree to his deal. There's a moment of silence before I mutter,
"You'd better get in bed, then."
Anubis's eyes light up as he shuffles to his bed, thanking me.
"You're an angel, GG."
"Stop calling me that."
"Oh! And before I forget."
Anubis tossed something at me and it landed on my lap. Looking down, I perceive that the black circular something was my hair tie. I look back up at Anubis as he winks at me, drawing his curtain back and hopping back onto the bed.

thanks im crying

I flipped through another page of my book. I was beginning to lose focus, rereading paragraphs and sentences over and over again only to realize I hadn't processed any of it at all.
Where is Jean?
I turned my head towards the clock. The little hand was placed directly towards the 7, and the big hand covering the 12. Seven in the morning - three days gone. Not a single text from him. I blinked a few times as I realized I had not slept a wink tonight. I rubbed my eyes, letting out a yawn. Where would I even begin to look for him?
I heard the lock click in the front door. I swiveled around to see Jean in the door way. He smiled at me. "What's so important that you can't even text me, GG?" I asked in a soft tone. He threw his stuff to the side and waltzed over to the couch, plopping down right next to me. I put down my book.
"I," he started, "am 30 days clean."
I looked at him with wide eyes, jaw to the floor. "You- what?"
"I've been going to therapy for awhile now, and I decided to check in to a rehab center. That's where I've been staying." Jean pulled out a sobriety chip and placed it in my hands.
My mouth twitched into a grin and I pulled Jean into a hug. "Fuck, I am so proud of you, man." After we let go, I inspected the chip. It was gold, with a triangle on it. A neat little 1 was engraved along with the words 'Unity Recovery Service.' "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well I went into therapy like a soulless puppet. Why would I tell you? But, I'm getting better, Anubis."
I nodded, unsure of how I felt. All my life I had believed in Jean to recover from being an addict, but I never even thought of how different he would be. How warm, yet unnatural. It never occurred to me how much I was used to the cold. Funny. I took a deep breath and pushed away my selfishness. "I'm glad." I handed back the chip. "Good luck, GG."

Hey this is actually sad considering it

isn't real

I sighed as the long-haired boy and blonde boy attempt to act out the lines on the script. Aloe and I exchange glances and the next two walked up. Hours continued to pass by. No one was deemed suitable.
"Just one more!" I pleaded Aloe. She groaned and waved in the next people.
"This is the last pair."
Someone with freckles and swept up hair stood tall and proud in front of us. Next to him, was an Indian man with a cold expression. I straightened up, intrigued.
"My name is Tyler." Blondie said.
"And I'm Caden."
They turned towards each other, script in hand, yet neither of them really used the script. I leaned towards Aloe. "They're even wearing the right colors."
The two performed, each detail of the scene truly coming to life. Every emotion, every movement, was all there. A tear welled up in my eyes. I blinked a few times and stopped them. "That'll be all, thank you."
The pair smiled, but didn't leave. Tyler scratched the back of his head. "Actually, we were wondering if you could sign our books? Huge fans of the story!"
Aloe grinned warmly and took out her pen. I stared at the grown men as they admired Aloe, who finished off her note with a swift signature. She passed the books to me.
Make these characters come to life.

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What is this?

Hello this is a forum i made for the development of my and my friend's characters. Here we write AU's, snippets of potential scenes, etc. and keep it here for the sake of not having a billion notes saved on our phones. We're starting a fandom for these two guys, wanna join?

"I Fucked Up" AU

"Anubis, are you kidding me?" I whisper aggressively into my earpiece as Anubis crunches on some chips.
"What? It's your fault for refusing to make a quick stop for fruit tarts."
"Christ, Anubis, I said we'd get some afterwards, this is a timed mission."
"Yeah, and aren't you glad I'm not working on an empty stomach? Anyway, take a left, there's two guards up ahead, they each have one gun and one taser. Do you want me to turn off the lights?"
I sigh heavily at Anubis, who's hiding God knows where near the building, in full control of the system it has.
"No, I don't want to cause suspicion. You have the security cams on a loop, right?"
Anubis chuckles as he rustles through his bag of chips and takes another bite, responding with his mouth full.
"It's been on a loop since yesterday and no one's noticed." I scoff and shake my head.
As the guards near me, I hear their conversation. They're talking about something useless, so I know they're oblivious to what's going on, allowing me to be able to slip into the hallway, wrap my arm around one guard and shoot the other, simultaneously choking the first until he fell limp.
"Alright, there's three doors in front of me. None of them are labeled, which one do I go through?"
"Door number three, it'll lead to the stairs and you can reach the fortieth floor there."
I reach for the doorknob before Anubis yelps.
"Wait! Someone's in there. I don't think he's a guard, but he could probably fight. I don't know if he's got any weapons."
I let out a small exhale and whisper, "Does he look like he's stopping at my floor?"
"GG, you do know you're on the last floor, right? Where else could he go?"
I tighten my fist and resist the urge to punch a wall before quickly shifting to the other end of the door as the footsteps approach, reaching down to grab a taser from one of the guards. The door opens and a man with a similar build to mine steps through the door, his head facing away from me. He pauses as he immediately notices the guards on the ground, to which I throw myself at him with the taser. Unfortunately, he reacted quickly. He grabbed my wrist and batted the taser out of my hand, using his other arm to throw a swing at my face. He lands a hit, but I return it with an uppercut, causing him to stumble back for a moment and giving me enough time to draw my gun and shoot him.
"GG?!"
Anubis yells into my ear, making me wince at the volume and recoil.
"Do you know what it means to be quiet? God, how have you survived all this time?"
"I thought you were shot, gimme a break." Anubis lowers his voice, but I'm still wondering how he ever finished any job.
"Are you not watching the cam feed?"
"Uh, did you not notice that man looked way too similar to you?"
I look over at the growing pile of bodies that lay on the floor. The man on top, the one with similar body build to mine, also happened to be wearing a bun in his hair. I shrug my shoulders.
"Yeah well-"
"Just fucking go upstairs, GG."
I make an attempt at hurriedly but silently climbing up the stairs, with an occasional commentary from Anubis. The forty flights of stairs grew tiring once I had reached the end, but I slowed my breathing to avoid even the slightest of noises. Anubis was less chatty near the end of the stairs, which made me notice the smaller sounds I was making. I approached the door that led to the fortieth floor and pause before entering.
"Okay, Anubis, you can talk now." I whisper, noticing he'd been completely silent for longer than usual. In fact, now that I think about it, he hasn't even crunched on his chips since floor eight. Maybe he had finished?
"Anubis? I need eyes on the other side of this door, is there anyone?"
Is he mad at me for telling him to be quiet? He definitely wouldn't put the mission at risk just because he wants to be petty, but I still decide to whisper a little, "Fuck you, Anubis, I'm going in." Before opening the door. I passed the elevators, kind of wishing I'd used those but knowing it would bring attention to me as I approach the hall that contained all the offices.
"Okay, I took a risk, Anubis. You happy? Now tell me which office it is."
Nothing again. It suddenly occurred to me that I made a huge mistake. I should have checked with Anubis before continuing ahead. He hasn't said a word in nearly ten minutes. Do I abort the mission, knowing something probably happened to Anubis? Do I wait for a response? Do I try to finish the mission? Instinct told me to just guess which office it was, assuming it would be the more important looking one. I tip toe down the hallway, my gut pulling me to one door as I try the doorknob. The first bad sign was the fact that it was already unlocked. As I open the door, I see someone, so I quickly pull out my gun and point it at-Anubis?
I immediately notice the man standing next to Anubis. It was Stynes. Our target.
"I'd put that down if I were you, 'GG'." He murmured with a condescending sense of power in his voice. "Believe it or not, you have dozens of snipers pointed at both you and your friend right now. Any sudden moves and you both die."
I fix my eyes on Anubis, silently communicating my undying frustrations and anger at our current circumstances. I've never been caught in any of my missions, and I'm willing to bet Anubis hasn't either. I slowly lower my hand and toss the gun several feet in front of me. Anubis looked at me with disappointment, as if he was expecting me to get us out of the situation somehow. Stynes, who Anubis and I both knew was a prideful man, decided he wanted to drag out his victory. He strolled around the room and approached me.
"Are you going to turn us in?" I mutter to him as he shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, hands in his pocket.
"Nah, I'd rather keep this under wraps, you know how it is. In fact, I'll even be so kind as to not mention anything of this to the police. How does that sound?"
I knew he was lying. The moment we got out, he'd go straight to the police. I know he's got people in every position, so he could do whatever he wants and get away with it. That was one of the many reasons why we were ordered to kill him.
"Bullshit." I spit, provoking a fake gasp from him.
"Don't underestimate me, Mr. Phillips. In fact, I'll walk out right now and leave you two be."
To my surprise, he did just that.
The door behind me opened and closed, and Anubis relaxed his muscles.
"Anubis, you little shit."
Anubis sighs heavily and looks to the ground.
"Jean, I-"
Smash!
The window behind Anubis shattered as Anubis jumps, eyes wide, as he looks down to his chest. I almost didn't notice at first, compared to the color of his shirt, but a darker red started to seep through the fabric of his shirt. My immediate thought was that I was going to be next, but by the time I reached Anubis without any other shots being taken, I realized that this was Stynes's plan. Anubis was on his knees by now, clutching the wound as I rip off my sleeve and tie it against the entry and exit holes to help lower the bleeding.
"I can pick you up and bring you downstairs, just relax, don't use any of your muscles."
"Jean-"
"I'll stitch you up, if we're lucky you'll be ready to go back into action by the end of the month."
"Jean."
"Shut the fuck up, Anubis."
"GG." I pause from trying to pick up Anubis as I look at his face. It was growing pale, causing his freckles to stand out even more. Anubis continues.
"Face it. You can't carry me down forty flights of stairs."
"We'll take the elevators, I don't give a shit, c'mon."
"GG, he shut them down, I watched him."
"Then turn them back on, the hell is wrong with you?"
"GG, just listen to me for once, Jesus Christ."
I rub the bottom half of my face, stressed at Anubis trying to stop me from helping him, but also to hide the fact that my hands were shaking. As much as I didn't want to hear it, I decided to be quiet long enough for Anubis to speak.
"Since Stynes already took something from you, you know he's not going to report this, as much as he wants to. But you should probably restart everything anyway, just in case."
Anubis's voice started to grow faint. He was really struggling to speak at this point.
"There's a way you can completely erase Daniel Phillips from all systems. It's on my computer, I'm sure you'll figure it out."
Anubis inhales quickly, his heart starting to crash as he drips with sweat.
"I'm going to die, Jean."
"No, you're not."
"Jean, I was shot in the-"
"No, you're not."
"Jean, are you crying?"
I avoid eye contact with Anubis as I hold my breath and tighten my lungs.
"You can't die, Anubis."
There's a few moments of silence as I look up at Anubis, who's eyes are slowly closing. I tighten my hand into a fist and punch the ground, yelling. In a fit of rage, I stand up and grip the desk in front of me, throwing it and everything on top of it at the nearest wall. The silence that follows is deafening.
I turn my head at my gun that was still on the floor.

Hello this is a forum i made for the development of my and my friend's characters. Here we write AU's, snippets of potential scenes, etc. and keep it here for the sake of not having a billion notes saved on our phones. We're starting a fandom for these two guys, wanna join?

Nah, I’m good, it does look v interesting though haha

ohkay

Villain Anubis AU?????

I freeze in my tracks. The entire building is dead silent, and there are eyes all around us, all fixated on me; except for his. His eyes looked right through me.
"Anubis, put down the gun."

I never really paid attention to how Anubis acted around Kris after he found out about the whole deal. At least, not until one day. Anubis got up from the couch to go to the restroom, and as he left the room, Kristopher walked in.
"Is something up with him?" Kris murmured to me. I think back to the past half hour we'd been hanging out, and then to the previous week if he had said anything of notice. Shrugging my shoulders, I shake my head nonchalantly at Kris.
"No, why?"
"He just bumped right into me and didn't say a word."
And for a moment, I almost defended Anubis. I almost said, 'Are you sure you didn't bump into him?' But I knew that was going to get me in trouble, and I didn't want to start something with Anubis here. Instead, I remain silent. I remain silent in the slow realization that maybe he did that for a reason. A reason that I couldn't admit to Kris that Anubis had.

That wasn't the only time I realized how much Anubis does for me. I thought about him a lot, and each time I would doubt Anubis's care for me less and less.

His eyes were glazed over. His face lacked any color or energy that his soul usually overflowed with. I coughed, spitting blood as any and every attempt to speak would only emphasize the dull, but strong pains that resonated around my neck. I spoke anyway.
"Anubis, this isn't you."
To my delightful surprise, Anubis lowers the gun.
"You're right." He mutters, shifting his weight onto the other foot.
"My name is Olliver."
He raises the gun and points it at me, shooting it into my side. I fall back a few steps, in shock, but also in pain. The impact may have hit me harder mentally than it did physically. I grunt and wince as I hold the wound, the blood seeping out profusely as things start to grow faint. I was losing consciousness fast, but could I really die from a bullet wound to the side? He must have poisoned the bullet. I could feel all my systems crashing as I even grow dizzy. I give him a grim smirk as I lift myself up to face him.
"Did you think you could get rid of me that easily?"
That was it; I've lost all balance. I double over, falling to my knees as blood spills out of my nose and mouth. I can't even hold my head up anymore as I crumble to the ground. All I can do now is look up at Anubis as he approaches me, bending his knees to be closer to my face as he shoots me a toothy grin.
"You know the funniest part about all this?"
I'm a mess, but I still manage to roll my eyes up to him.
"You think I was brainwashed."
"Go fuck yourself."
Anubis lets out a chilling laugh.
"You think I'm not capable of this unless I was psychologically manipulated? I'm not the empty headed one, here."
He grabs my hair and holds my head up, causing the shrieking pain in my neck to grow unbearable.
"I think someone needs to think about how poorly they treated the one person that was willing to fight for them, and then I think that someone should reconsider who is the real villain."
He drops my head and stands back up, holding his hands up in a victorious manner.
"The villain never wins, Jean. It's always the underdog."
The last thing I see is his back as he walks away. After that, everything went black.

Y'all Remember Forest Fic???? AU

"Good morning, Olliv-Anubis."
I nod affirmatively at the man with salt and pepper hair with soft squared glasses, ones from 1985, as I walk into the room.
"Morning, Parker." I respond, appreciative of the doctor's efforts to call me Anubis. He closes the door behind me and inhales.
"I apologize for re-scheduling to a morning session this week, I've got something tonight and had no choice." I shrug my shoulders at his apology and sit down on the cushioned chair.
"It's okay, I told Jean so that he wouldn't be wondering."
The doctor hesitated. I could tell he didn't want to play along, but he was debating on how to respond.
"Is that right? How's Jean doing?"
I look up at him, his brown eyes expectantly watching me as he awaits a response.
"He's fine. He got a toy for Prince so I got to play around with Prince for a while last night. His family's still treating him like shit, as far as I know."
He tilts his head at me, furrowing a brow as he rubs his fuzzy chin.
"When was the last time you visited your family, Anubis?" Why would he ask that? I tense up my muscles, but remain still as I give him a subtle, but dirty look.
"Try asking my dad that. What does it matter anyway, what does being there accomplish?"
He sighs heavily, the huff of air expressing his clear disapproval. After a moment, he picked up a pen and wrote something down.
"Anubis, you've been spending more time with…Jean, than you have with your own family. I think you should go visit your family, Anubis. It could really change things."
I roll my eyes and look away out the window.
"I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"Why the fuck should I have a reason? Does everything have to have a reason?"
"Listen, Anubi-"
"How about you try listening to me for once? Isn't that the whole point of this?"
"We need to work together."
"Oh, fuck off."
The rest of the session went as usual. Dr. Parker fed me more shit and I rejected it. I left in a huff as he reminded me to take my medication and visit my family, but instead I went to Jean's house.
"I'm home," I begin, walking down the hall to be greeted with Prince who's already asking for treats. Jean turns to look at me, taking another sip of whiskey. He wasn't quite drunk yet, but I could tell he was trying to get there.
"How was the session?" I sigh, not wanting to talk about it, but feeling obligated to tell Jean anyway.
"Shit. He told me to go talk to my family again. It got heated after that." Jean swallowed a gulp of whiskey and apprehensively sets down the glass.
"Have you actually gotten any better? Since you started therapy?" I snap my head to look at Jean.
"Oh, so suddenly you're on his side now?"
"I'm just saying, I'm still….here. If you were taking your medicine, I wouldn't be here, would I?"
I exhale aggressively and shrug him off.
"It's not like you're with me every second of every day."
Jean lowers his head, but fixes his eyes on me. Feeling a bit on edge, I start scratching my chin to distract myself.
"We both know that's not true." He mutters firmly, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
"Fuck off, Jean. Stop reminding me that I'm crazy. Stop reminding me that I'm lonely. I've been doing fine on my own, haven't I?" Jean threw his hands in the air and shook his head.
"I don't know, man, I just think you're not progressing."
"What if I don't want to progress?"
Jean stares at me for a long moment with a sense of silent, dry anger spilling from his eyes. I scoff at him and turn away back into the entry hall.
"Don't follow me this time. Go find somewhere else to not exist."

I didn't realize the mistake in saying that when I said it, but I realize it now. It had been a few days, I was avoiding returning to Jean's house in hopes that if I stayed away long enough, I'd feel better. I didn't. I was itching to return to him. I even caught myself glancing at the lighters in the gas station. I don't know if I bought any. Everything was a bit fuzzy once I locked eyes with the lighters. But today I had to pass his house. I couldn't help myself. I had to say something to him. I wasn't sure if he was following me or not, but he didn't reveal himself, so I presumed that it was because I somehow managed to stop seeing or hearing him. Maybe that was progress.
I knock on the door, waiting a few moments before knocking again. There's no answer. Fuck, did I actually get rid of him? What do I do?
Is Prince in there? I open the door and walk through the entry hall. Dead silence.
"Prince?" I call. Not even a reassuring meow. Nothing. I check every room. They're all empty. No, no, fuck, what have I done? He's always at home unless we go out somewhere together.
"Jean," I call out, sitting on the floor where I was standing. "I'm sorry. Please come back."
Of course, nobody came. I blink my eyes, defeatingly sticking my hands into my pockets.
"Wh-"
There was something sitting in my left pocket. I pull it out, confused; it was a lighter.
I didn't really process the next ten minutes. I ran to the garage, I ran back, and I walked around the house. Once I finally came to my senses, I was holding the lighter in my hand, standing in the kitchen. Without blinking or focusing my eyes on anything, I open the lighter and set it down on the kitchen counter.
It was nice to finally feel warmth in the house of one of the coldest people I've met.

absolute fuck you

It has only been two days.
My body took up a small portion of my bed; I was hidden away in the corner. I had a lighter in my hand, debating on whether or not I should flick it on. I won't do any harm to anyone as long as I keep the flame away from the walls. I rolled up my sleeves.
The steady rhythm in my heart was disrupted. My hands started to sweat and an overwhelming fear erupted in my chest. Everything was happening fast - but nothing was happening at all. My lungs tightened as if a snake had wrapped around me, preparing to devour its prey. I gripped my shirt as my breaths came out short and panicky. Do I turn on the lighter? Will it kill someone else? Am I under control? Control. Control yourself. Control. Control. Cont-
"Anubis? What's going on?" Ivy appeared, putting a hand on my shoulder. I flinched. She saw my entranced stare at the flickering lighter. She smells like cigarettes.
"Don't touch me," I croaked, waving her fumes away.
She didn't budge. "It's okay, I'm here. Why are you anxious?" The smell. God, the smell. I couldn't take it. My hands were holding the lighter so tightly, it should've cracked by now. Control your breathing, Anubis.
Ivy shrugged to the others who were hidden around the corner. Scared? Are they scared?
"Get the fuck away from me." I warned. I tried to move away but I could not be more squashed into the wall. Ivy made another attempt. The cigarette scent filled my brain with fake - are they fake? - images of him choking on smoke, eyes ablaze and skin blackened. And the blood, oh god, the blood- "I said leave me alone!" I exploded, glaring at the scared, fragile looking girl. I never really noticed her. Her tired eyes from too many drugs, her cracked lips and always greasy hair. I pitied her. "Please." I begged.
Ivy crossed her arms, not of anger but of fear and guilt, and trudged away towards Calvin and Danny. They whispered to one another, but all I could hear was this little fire in front of me, tempting me to do something.
I'll calm your anxiety. I took away Jean's sadness, didn't I?

I scanned my environment whilst my brain studied the map I memorized. The place was just how you'd imagine it: moldy, dark, and cold. There were suspicious old fashion torches hanging from the wall, barely illuminating the tunnel. I resisted temptation.
Tip-toeing down, I finally reached the first cell. The bars were so covered in rust, you could barely see the silver underneath it. I shuddered and continued down until I stumbled upon Jean's cell.
The sight of his condition sent my heart crashing. Blood and dirt covered his face like makeup. His hair was cut off and slick handcuffs bruised his wrists. "Jean! Thank god, you're okay! Well, okay is an overstatement," I whispered. I pulled out the lock pick and began to fidget with the lock.
"Who are you? Are you saving me?" Jean said. I immediately stop and looked up at him, his eyes with no recognition of my face,
"Now's not the time for jokes, GG," I frowned.
He shook his head, moving closer to me. "I just can't seem to remember anything. At all. Maybe your name will remind me?"
My previously broken heart sank further. "It's Anubis?"
Nothing.
His face remained unclear and quite confused. My eye twitched at the sight of short-haired Jean looking so pained. His eyes searched the floor as if the answer of my identity was somewhere on the ground. "I'm sorry, Anubis. I don't know you."
I rubbed my arm in contemplation when suddenly

suddenly, things start happening

:(Suicide AU

His eyes are glued to me, with a cold, hardened face locked in my direction. I thought he'd be a bit more expressive as a reaction, but right now he's silent; in all honesty, it surprised me. For once, I wanted him to say something, anything, to break the silence; it was too tense in the room. I was even tempted to look away in order to break eye contact. Anubis finally broke the silence.
"Why?"
Okay, I would have preferred if he didn't ask that question. How the hell am I supposed to answer that? I don't want anyone to know the shit I did such a good job at hiding. But then again, Anubis is my only friend. What does it matter, anyway?
"I'm tired, Anubis."
"That's no fucking excuse."
I scoff and roll my eyes at him, shaking my head.
"What do you want me to say?"
Anubis stands up and raises his voice, clearly angry with me.
"I want you to look me in the eye and give me one valid fucking excuse for trying to off yourself."
I brush him off and huff. I knew he'd get angry, but I didn't expect this kind of reaction. I was hoping that he would never have found out in the first place, but I guess there was no other way to explain why I was in the hospital under these conditions; Anubis isn't stupid.
"There's no fucking point. It's all worthless, nothing we do here matters. We're all pieces of shit living on a giant pile of shit, and I'm sick and tired of it."
Anubis looks away as I speak. He's almost pacing, but it's more a matter of shifting his weight to the other foot repeatedly. I couldn't possibly imagine what he's thinking about right now, but there's one thing I regret more than not succeeding was trying in the first place. I didn't expect to be alive to witness his reaction.

i want to know what this is aaaaa i read a few of these and i love??? like??? I want to know more??? WHat is this??

Hello! This is a forum for an AU/Random canon scenes dump for my friend and I's character and we would love a fandom haha! We were hoping people could give us their own AU's/Fanart/Suggestions for these two characters :) If you would like a quick rundown of the basics:
-Jean is my character, he's the one with a character link. ( Christian Jean White )
-Anubis is @icecubes 's character. Unfortunately, he does not have a character profile (No matter how many times I've told her to make one for him). I myself might be able to answer a few questions about Anubis, but @icecubes is responsible for him. If you would like to contact me, my instagram is @/aloe.vera.art . I'm glad you guys are enjoying these stories! We really appreciate it haha

;) its a great story guys