forum funking,,,,,,,,JEANUBIS

Started August 18, 2018 by @AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

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I love him?????

jeans amazing :')

Aaaawww I'm glad!! Haha

Angry Jean AU!!!! (Canonically possible)

The door slammed from the other room, causing me to flinch. How did I not hear it open? I didn't want to go into the kitchen, but my curiosity was eating me up inside. I stand up from the bed and close my laptop, my socks hitting the floor as I tip-toe to the door. Carefully turning the doorknob, I can already hear glass hitting glass as he pours a drink. I peak through the crack in the door, even hearing him mumbling something to himself. He's already drunk.
Do I go out there and talk to him? Do I leave him to get drunk until he falls asleep?
I quickly realized I didn't have much of a choice as my feet walk out involuntarily. Which type of drunk is he right now? Sad? Extra mean? Delirious? Daredevil?
I suddenly hear Prince yelp.
"Fucking cat, don't walk into my path."
It's the mean drunk.
I should turn back now, I should go back to my room and stay there until the morning.
I'm already walking into the kitchen.
The scene that happened before me may be familiar, but it's painful to experience nonetheless. Jean has abandoned the glass and is now drinking straight from the bottle. He looks like hell. His hair is down.
"GG, holy shit, what happened?"
Jean turned to me with bloodshot eyes, I doubted there was even an ounce of a human soul left in him at this point.
"Nothing. Fuck off."
He muttered before tossing the empty whiskey bottle behind him, causing it to shatter as he pulled another bottle from under the bar.
"You don't drink this much when 'nothing' happened, GG."
"I don't want to talk about it. Definitely not with you."
I really wanted to retaliate. I almost did, but something inside me decided that wasn't going to help. Instead I slid into the living room, picking up the remote.
"Okay, fine. You don't have to talk about it." I turn on the TV, definitely improvising, but hiding it enough that Jean wouldn't notice. "I was about to watch a horror movie, so if you want me to turn down the volume, let me know."
I turn the TV to whatever I could reach first before sitting on the couch. Jean didn't respond, but luckily enough, I didn't hear the glass from the bottle either. A few silent moments pass- that is, silent other than the movie, as I anticipate his next move.
He slowly sludged into the living room, eyes tired and red, but his hair was in a ponytail. He was holding Prince, too. He threw himself onto the couch next to me, barely able to hold himself up at this point, as we silently watched the movie together.

hurt

Jean u sweet babby boi AU (Canonically Possible)

I searched the websites for another job, nothing interesting coming up except a few disgusting guys with disgusting needs. Maybe I should have Anubis track a few of them down and we'll do some freestyle killing.
I almost turned my head to face Anubis, who was sitting in the kitchen, when I heard him click his lighter.
He clicked it again and again before muttering,
"Dammit." Under his breath.
Why wasn't his lighter working? Was it empty already? I thought I got him a new one recently. It was too late to be wandering around town for one, too.
An idea lit up in my head. I quietly leave the room and go to the garage, grabbing a few things and returning. Anubis was still messing with his lighter, the tension in his muscles rising.
"Hey," I mutter. He must not have heard me, or was too focused on his lighter to notice, so I raised my voice.
"Hey," Anubis shot his head up to look at me, revealing just how stressed he looked. "C'mere." I make my way to the back door, hoping that Anubis would follow.
"Why? What do you have in your hands? GG?" From his questions I could tell he was following me as I enter the backyard, walking over to a cemented hole in the ground with some firewood and old coals from the past. I pour some gasoline into the pit, looking up at Anubis who finally caught up to me and is watching me curiously. Taking a match from the matchbox, I light it and toss it into the pit, large flames erupting from the woods and gasoline. I sit down on the ground in front of it, watching it intently, as Anubis walks over to me and sits next to me, sighing heavily in relief.

me, crying as this implies jean just buys anubis lighters

Murder House AU! Chap 1

"Can you explain what you saw? You can tell me, I'm a doctor. We just need to know all that happened in the fire."

I open my eyes curiously, the blue glow of the large moon shining into my sensitive face as I wave my hand in front of me to shade myself. This isn't the hospital, is it? This isn't my apartment, either. Where am I?
The room I sat in is large, with towering windows that allowed every inch of moonlight to soak the walls and floors. I stand up, slightly dizzy, but able to regain my balance as I make my way to the single door that sat in front of me. The brass doorknob is cold, just like the chill breeze that swept across me when I opened the door. A long hallway greets me, but something tells me all the doors in the hallway are locked. At the end stands an old elevator, a few of the lights flickering.
I don't remember walking down the hall, but I suddenly find myself standing directly in front of the door. A scratching noise emanates to the left of me, causing me to turn my head as words write themselves onto the wall.

Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels.'
Matthew 25:41

Strange.
I press the button on the elevator, the button lighting up as the elevator dings. The floor vibrated slightly as the mechanisms creak from bringing the elevator to me.
The doors open, the light inside the elevator flickering. I already have an eery feeling about all of this, but I've got to get out somehow, right? The elevator only goes up, but the inside buttons suggest that I'm not on the ground floor. Am I underground? How did I see the moon?
The elevator seems much too untrustworthy to use, but the doors open one floor above me. Taking a few steps out of the small compartment, I look upwards.
Am I outside? Is that the night sky?
It's an alleyway, a maze of tall buildings with brick walls and dumpsters. Something isn't right. I walk down the path, keeping a mental note of where the elevator is, as I observe my surroundings. I hear shuffling nearby, causing me to flinch, but as I approach the source of the sound, I realize it's a dog. It's a Saint Bernard, and he slept peacefully on a pile of newspapers, snoring slightly.
I bend down to pet him, his eyes opening gently, and sighing heavily as he debates returning to his slumber.
BAM!
The dog yelps, jumping as a bullet whizzes through the air and hits him in the chest.
BAM!
He would have yelped a second time, but the bullet missed him that time. Rather, I think the bullet was aimed closer to me. I turn my head to face where the bullets came from.
My eyes process the images in parts: first the smoke from the gun, then the hand holding the gun, then the smoke from his cigarette, and finally, him.
He wore all black; a black sweatshirt, black pants, black shoes, even his hair was black, and tied up in a bun. A lazy scruff dotted his tired and dirty face, but the smug grin contrasted every other aspect about him.
"That was just a warning shot." He mutters, tucking the gun into his belt and pulling out a knife. "I'll play fair and give you a few seconds to run."
As much as my arrogance told me to say something smartass, or to fight back, I remember that I have no weapons and he has God knows how many. Instead, I stand up and run. His cold laughter fills the air as I head for the elevators. Just before I reached them, he jumped from another corner in front of me, slashing his knife at me. He gets my arm as I turn around and run somewhere else, taking a few turns and hiding, covering my mouth to muffle my heavy breathing.
It reeks of drugs in here. Is this dude high? Am I even outside?
The scratching noise returns and I look around, finding the words as they manifest next to me.

Whoever takes a human life shall surely be put to death.
Leviticus 24:17

I hear his footsteps pass me as I sneak around the corner, running once again back to the elevators. I throw myself into the compartment, repeatedly slamming on the button for the floor above me, as I hear more gunshots.
The elevator carries me upwards as I try my best to catch my breath. As the doors open, I'm greeted with the hospital scene. What's going on?
Sammi walks up to me, gasping before slowly wrapping her arms around me. However, something wasn't right.
She was eight years old.
The Sammi I know should be about twenty one by now.
"Ollie! Come quick! Daddy is sick, you need to see him."
Dad?
"What's he sick with?"
She tugs at my pants, pointing down the hall.
"C'mon, you have to hurry!"
"Sammi, what's going on?"
She ripped a piece of my pants off, causing her to fall to the ground as she held the fabric in her hands. The realization slowly kicks in as she starts screaming, giving away the already obvious fact that this is not Sammi. The scream is that of a demon, and her body starts dis-forming, turning into that of a demonic creature, launching herself in anger at me.
BAM!
The disfigured creature fell in agony to the floor, eventually melting into a puddle of black ooze.
I turn my head to the left of me, the elevator doors must have started another departure without my knowledge. How distracted was I?
It was him again, but this time he wasn't smiling.
"What a bitch, who was that anyway?"
It takes me a few moments to process the situation, but I finally mutter out, "My sister, I think."
He sizes me up and down suspiciously before shrugging.
"Family sucks."
I hear more scratching. I turn my head to see the words etching onto the wall.

And call no man your father on earth, for you have one Father, who is in heaven.
Matthew 23:9

The man steps in front of me, somehow not hearing or noticing the words, as he holds his hand up for me.
"I'm Jean."
I hesitate, looking at him in confusion.
"So you suddenly don't want to kill me?"
He laughs, shaking his head dismissively.
"If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead by now."
I furrow my brow, but not caring enough to object as he sighs, walking around the area, inspecting it.
"Why a hospital?"
He asks, turning back to me as he picks up a pamphlet, putting out his cigarette onto it.
"What?"
His head lifts as he looks at me curiously.
"You do know what this floor is, right? It's a hospital. Did something happen?"
"What do you mean?"
A smirk struggles to crawl up the corners of his mouth as he drops the pamphlet onto the floor.
"Nevermind."
I watch him wander around as I ask him, "So why did you follow me?"
"You fixed the elevators, didn't you?"
"No?"
Jean paused, gazing at me curiously.
"Well? Who did, then?"

fuk u

Anubis welcomes the man into the shop. "So, what's the issue today?" Anubis says cheerfully, in a customer service type voice. The man in front of him is slightly taller and distastefully blonde. His eyes sag down with bags, with familiar, but faded, freckles. What a shame, Anubis never paid nearly enough attention to notice.
*this is suppoed to be a boston accent but i forgot what it sounds like. "I musta run over some fuckin' tacks in the road or sumthin'. There's slashes in my car's tire."
Anubis squints his eyes, bending down to inspect the tires of the beaten-up old car. He runs his hands over the holes and shakes his head. "This isn't an accident. Someone must have slashed your tire, sir," Anubis explains as he stands up. "I can replace it real quick, just give me about an half an hour!"
"Now who the fuck would fucking do that?" The man says, voice sounding surprised, but his face seems almost knowing. As if the tires were slashed on purpose. Anubis shrugs as he raises the car. He starts to take off the tires. The man cocks his head, noticing the boy's name tag. "Yous name is… Anubis? As in the god of the dead, or embalming? Is that yous real name?"
The mechanic doesn't take his eyes away from the tire. "Yes, sir," he lies.
"What's yous last name?"
Anubis's suspicion rises considerably. He slowly turns his head towards the man. "Why ask?"
The man shrugs. "Just curious. Maybe I know yous ma or pa." He put a strange emphasis on the word 'pa,' but Anubis didn't seem to hear.
"Levin."
He nods his head to Anubis, pretending as if he didn't recognize the name. "Anubis Levin. What an interestin' name!"
The boy pulls off the tire with ease. He smiles to the man. "Thank you."
The man flinches. The sight of Anubis's smile sends shivers down the man's spine. He didn't expect his son to look like him. In fact, he thought the hair and eye color were the only similarities. But Anubis's smile, it was identical to the man.
He decides to test Anubis. "Here, let me pay in advance." The man pulls out a wad of cash and slams it on the workbench. Anubis picks up the money, counting each bill. He suddenly slows down and looks up to the man. "This is counterfeit."
"What? It ain't!"
Anubis frowns, "Not all of it. Just this twenty." He holds it up to the light, and indeed it is counterfeit. The man tries not to smile, pulling out another twenty, a real one this time. Anubis accepts it and reassures the man that it happens more often than one would think.
After a half hour, the man leaves with his car. He smirks at Anubis. He knew, that Anubis was more than a mechanic. With a smile like that, and his demeanor? Spotting counterfeit money before even checking? And an alias?
His dad could spot another psychopath from a mile away.

oh i dont actually know if you can spot conterfeit money without chekcing lmao

i'm feeling very emoticon right now

King Jean AU!

I blink my eyes, looking to the walls to avoid eye contact with him. I avoided the prison when my father was king, but now that I'm inheriting the responsibility, I thought I should confront everything in order to properly rule. But who is he? All I knew about him was that he's been imprisoned for a long time, and he liked to call himself the god of death. His slick voice protrudes through the iron bars between us.
"Oh, don't be shy, prince boy, don't you want to know why your cowardly father locked me in here?" He tilts his head to the side with a sick smile. "It's quite the story, actually."
I turn my head back to him, locking eyes with him. His derogatory words pissed me off, especially considering I couldn't deny some of them. I had to prove I was better than my father.
"I am no prince anymore. I'm the king." The man gasps and claps his hands together. His reactions I never expected, even if I tried to expect them. He's quite a strange kid, but there was something mature about him, and I couldn't quite place it.
"Wonderful! And you've come to set me free, my hero!" I turn my head away slightly, but keep eye contact with him. I couldn't have possibly predicted what he was going to say next, but I couldn't let him know that. Does he know that already?
"No," I mutter, intrigued. He drops his hands and sighs disappointingly. I try to lighten the mood, thinking about how excited he sounded to tell me his story. "Why did you get locked up?"
He hangs his head low, sticking his lower lip forward to pout. I still don't understand why I think he's mature, but there's something about his cynicism that I couldn't help but respect.
"Well, I'll only tell you if you set me free."
Nevertheless, he was pissing me off. I had low patience, and I knew he was wearing it thin, but I shouldn't have done what I did.
I launched myself towards him, grabbing him by the shirt collar and lifting him up off the ground.
"That's not how you speak to a king, is it?"
He tilts his head backward, laughing.
"It's how I spoke to your father. Warranted the same reaction from him, too. You're just like him, aren't you?"
The bastard.
I drop him, causing him to fall completely onto the ground. He coughs for a moment before picking himself up off the ground again.
I turn away from him, trying to hide my frustrations. How does he know how to get under my skin so easily? What is with this kid?
"What's your name?" I mutter, turning my neck to look at the wall, listening carefully as if I could hear his movements.
"Anubis." He spits out, his daggers for eyes evident in his voice.
"Your real name." I snap, turning all the way to look at him. He's smirking.
"Buy me a drink first, your highness."

I watch as the body collapses to the floor. The thud is satisfying.
I stare at the glazed over eyes, thinking of my next move. Everybody should be dead, so I have to leave as soon as possible. I slowly lift my head, when I hear a voice call behind me. I react quickly, spinning around and pushing my bloodied knife into another body. Wait.
My eyes flicker away from the stab wound and up to the face. He looks different, but I could recognize him from a mile away. Why didn't I register his voice?
He looks at me in shock, head gradually looking down at his abdomen, hands shaking towards the knife handle, as if he wants to pull it out, but he knows there was no hope.
He collapses to the floor. The same thud, no longer satisfying.
What the fuck was he doing here?
Where did he come from?
I fall to my knees, knowing I can't do anything to save him. I try anyways, but for once, my hands don't know what to do. "Christ, Anubis," I mutter, "Why would you fucking sneak up on me?" I know it's not his fault. He didn't sneak up on me. He said my name. He said GG. I'm not sure what I'm feeling, but it translates to anger anyways. He is looking at me, and I'm not sure what he's feeling either, but his face is strange. He's smiling? Why?
"Didn't think the next time I saw you would be the time I die," he chuckles, but his laughter causes him to wince. His wince doesn't break his smile. He adds, but quieter, "I can't believe you're alive…"
I furrow my brow, confused at his words. "What? Anubis, what are you talking ab-"
He turns his head away from me, and I can't see if he's still smiling. "I'm sorry," he whispers.
His chest stops moving. I see that he did indeed stop smiling, but he must have wanted to hide that from me. As if he didn't want to die, despite his past.
His hand collapses to the floor. The thud is nearly silent, but still there. He's not there. Just the thud.

I hate u bc idk who's perspective it was for half the time so they both hurt

Someone: MyGos,,h,,, Prin,,ce,,,lo,vel,y bo,i,, ,ge,nt,le s,we,et ,an,g,,el of beauty,,,,rul, er of al,l that is, pure,
Jean:

stinky boi

Someone: No!!!!!!! beautiful prince of peace and love

Anubis:

bastard cat

Officer Jean AU????

I hold my arms out as he pats me down. He tries to make conversation to lower the awkward vibe.
"And your name is…?" I set down my arms as he finishes, looking at me.
"Officer Jean White." I mutter, serving a double-take from him as he furrows a brow at me, as if he's internally asking me the question. I nod solemnly as he gives me the OK to continue on. I walk forward, making my way down the sickly lit hallway, occasionally passing another security guard. The last opens the door for me and I step in, eyes immediately falling onto him. His eyes locked with mine, but he's not moving; instead he kept his cold glare, his eyes following me as I sat down in front of him.
We sat in silence for a few moments, neither of us wanting to break first, but I eventually give in.
"Listen, Anu-"
"Are you bugged?" I pause as he interrupts me, causing me to stutter.
"Wh-Christ, Anubis, I'm not bugged, they're recording this already, you know that."
He rolls his eyes, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Why else did you come here, then?"
I sigh heavily, returning to the sentence I began with.
"I came here to apologize."
Anubis bursted out laughing.
"Apologize? Shouldn't I be the one apologizing?"
I shake my head, putting a hand on the table.
"That's not what I'm talking about. I'm the reason you're locked up in here with no access to fire."
He chuckled and shook his head, looking away from me.
"Why would you care about that?"
I shoot him an offended glance as I lean forward.
"Because I worry about you."
He turns back to me, eyes full of confusion and slight shock. I could tell he was deciding what to say, picking his words carefully.
"Don't waste your fucking time." He utters under his breath, eyes fixated on the ground. I stare at him for a few moments before his eyes fluttered upwards to look at me.
"That police outfit looks ridiculous on you. You still got that blue sweater?" He clearly wanted to extend his time in this room rather than returning to isolation, so I complied.
"I do, rather not wear it around summer time, though."
He clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, right, nothing could tear you from that precious sweater. What about Prince?"
I let out a gentle smile.
"He's doing good, he misses you."

what just hapepend i blacked out

i decided to add another comment of fuck you this is kind of cute

ur adding a lot more comments than that and it's making me sob

SHUT THE FUCK UP

Jean: "no i don't need help ik how to turn on a damn computer"
Jean 3 minutes later:

"hey i need help"

I pushed myself up from the ground, my head pounding for whatever reason. I didn't drink, I didn't go out, where am I? I thought as I pulled the leaves off of my blood red shirt. The… purple… leaves?
I looked around me in a panic. I must be hallucinating or dreaming, or something. But, it felt too real. A couple feet away was a familiar unconscious man, leaning against the bottom of a tree. I ran to him, shaking him awake.
"Jean, what the fuck is going on?" I said as his eyes fluttered open. He squinted at me and frowned, offended that I woke him.
"Five more minutes," he muttered, his head leaning back to the side. But, before he closed his eyes, Jean's face turned to complete panic as well. "Anubis, where the fuck are we?" After blinking several times at the strange world, he slowly got up, scanning the area further.
"Fuck if I know! I just woke up here! I thought we were sleeping in Prince's room?" I retaliated, throwing my hands up in the air. "There's no way anyone could have kidnapped us, I make sure the house is hidden at all times…" I mumbled, trying to logic my way out of this.
Jean held a hand up to me. "Shut the fuck up." I immediately stopped talking. He continued, pointing past me. "There's a cabin over there."
I swiveled around, and indeed, in the very distance was a petite cabin, surrounded by a circle of snow, despite the warm weather and brightly shining sun. "Think anyone lives there?" I asked.
Jean shrugged and made his way down the hill towards the place. "Doesn't matter. If there's no one, we sleep there. If there's someone, we ask what the hell is going on. If they don't help, we kill them and sleep there."
I scratched my head, sighing in defeat. "Yeah, yeah, good point." I stuck my hands in my pocket, which had no lighter. When did I even put on pants? Or a shirt? I grunted in confusion and walked slightly closer to Jean in hopes his presence could calm me down.
After a while, we approached the door of the cabin. The snow was fluffy and fresh, and our shoes left clean footprints through it. When did I put on shoes? Jean proceeded to knock on the door. We waited.
When too much time passed, I started to turn around, but was met with a peculiar man that towered both Jean and I. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he said with a slightly nasally voice. He had glasses that were way more fashionably than mine, but his skin was too pale, and, I might be crazy, but slightly blue. He was quite lanky, however. I exchanged glances with Jean.
Jean spoke first. "I am Daniel. This is, Jerry. Do you live here?"
The blue man squinted his eyes suspiciously. "I do."
Do we tell him the truth? "We got a little lost," I explained. "What city are we in?"
He raised an eyebrow. "We are approximately {this many idk i cant ask u or itll give it away and im too lazy to see if you wrote it in bgm} miles from Sperro Terram."
I looked to Jean, bewildered. Jean opened his mouth to talk, but a girl with dripping red hair swung the front door open. "Yuki! You brought back friends?" she chimed. Her extreme energy immediately reminded me of my sister. "Sorry I didn't open the door yet, I just got out of the shower."
I furrowed my brows. "Uh, no we aren't friends. Daniel and I are lost, that's all."
"No matter! Come in and we'll talk!" The girl ushered Jean and I in, with Yuki following close behind, trying to convince the chick that this was a bad idea. "I'm Celia," she said.

"And that's how we all met," I said, smiling warmly. Celia had been fast asleep, but she always urged me to tell the story, despite how boring it was. She was only happy Yuki had met people who could help him, after all, Jean was a recovering addict, and I was no longer able to work over the dark web. Jean and I never found out what happened to us, but it didn't really matter.
Yuki's eyes flickered to me. "Would you like to head to the library?" I had told him before that I had read all the books in his cabin already. I nodded my head and together we left Celia's bedroom. Jean was chilling on the couch fast asleep. I doubt he'd want to come with us.
"Is the library still open at this time?" I asked, my hands in my pockets. Yuki looked at me curiously.
"It is constantly open."
I grinned, shaking my head. "Cut me some slack, I'm still not used to anything here. I miss my computer."
Yuki inhaled the cold night air, and when he exhaled, there was a physical formation of his breath. It wasn't really that cold, but he liked to mess with me and use his power. The first time was so mesmerizing, which was surprising. Yuki didn't like me at first. I told him I preferred fire, and he got all weird about it. Eventually he explained to me, and I didn't quite understand why he was so emotional over it, but I realized Yuki was a lot like Jean. In the absence of fire, I started to enjoy Yuki's cool tricks with snow. Ironic.
We neared the library, the streets of the city were still cluttered with people somehow. It was a lot different at night, a different atmosphere, different people, but I liked it. Yuki finally responded to me. "A computer is not necessary, whatever that is. Time to get used to this world, Anubis." I rolled my eyes and hit his shoulder.
"Whatever, Snowboy," I retorted, running my fingers over the spines of the books.

i'm in fucking tears thanks mate

little short fluff story

Jean awoke from hearing the front door open. He got up, slightly concerned of Anubis's long absence, to go greet him. When Jean entered the main area, he witnessed an overly bloody, beat-up Anubis trudging in, holding onto the wall to avoid collapsing. His shirt was so stained, Jean couldn't even tell what color it had originally been.
Anubis tilted his head up to Jean. "Hey," he croaked out, but stopped talking to spit out the blood in his mouth. Anubis already stained the walls, so might as well make a mess everywhere. He mentally made a note to clean it up later.
"Christ, Anubis, what happened to you?" Jean sighed, shaking his head.
Anubis attempted to shrug, but that was a mistake as he groaned and stopped in his tracks. "Please help me." He turned around and pulled off his shirt, struggling in the process. On his back were still bleeding cuts and dark bruises. The cuts weren't deep enough to need stitches, but there were a lot.
Jean swiftly grabbed the first aid kit, then helped Anubis to the chair. Jean started to clean the wounds with warm water. The poor injured kid winced uncontrollably, but he managed to stay quiet somehow. He started to talk to try to distract himself from the overbearing stinging. "Shoulda known… it was a trap. I…" he paused, hissing as Jean tended to an especially deeper slash. "I got ambushed… and this psycho… after his gang threw me to the ground… he started cutting my back? I don't even know. I wasn't thinking…"
"You need to get stronger," Jean simply replied. He pulled out the medical bandages and proceeded to wrap them around Anubis's torso, making sure not to wrap them too tightly or too loosely. "I'll have to apply the antibiotic daily. Now let me see your black eye."
Anubis slowly turned around. "I know I do… it's a slow process. I keep skipping days."
"How did you escape?" Jean questioned as he dabbed Anubis's swelling eye. Blacks and blues and purples tainted his precious pale face.
"You know me…" Anubis chuckled, flinching in the process. "My brain… makes up for my weak ass arms."
Jean rolled his eyes. "Is there any other wound?"
"Not that I know of."
Jean placed each item back into the kit, then threw the kit into a medicine cabinet. "You are not sleeping on your bed with that much blood. Go shower, even if it hurts."
Anubis smirked as much as he could. "Okay, Mom."