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@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

ok first of all i know ur tone is probably excitement and interest but i habitually read it in a "i'll believe it when i see it" tone and honestly?????? big ass mood anyway here's yA BOI

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

Murder House AU! Chap 2

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I suddenly remembered. What caused me to forget? I suppose I'm not used to it, plus, I'd never been here before, so that explains my initial confusion.
"I…I don't know, they just work."
I mutter, watching him approach me. His eyes squinted at me suspiciously as he sighed heavily. I still didn't understand why he didn't kill me. Is he…actually a killer? He killed the dog, is he capable of killing a man?
"Okay, well, I still haven't gotten your name." He mutters, stepping towards me closer. I step back and look away, scratching behind my neck. Why is he stepping so close to me? Is he suspicious of me? I didn't do anything wrong, certainly not by his standards.
"A-Anubis. Why don't you want to kill me?"
Jean hesitates, but held his composure, as if he was hiding something. Is he hiding something? Is it worth hiding? Does he plan on killing me later?
"The elevator's been broken for like a month, looks like it adhered to you, so…" He looks down, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "…I want out of here."
I blink my eyes, furrowing my brow as he watches me closely. His posture altered to that of false confidence, as if he's masking his shame with anger. Does he do that often?
"What makes you think I want to leave?" I retaliate, crossing my arms and straightening my posture at him as he looks at me with a confused glance.
"Well, this building is full of murderers, do you want to leave?" He asks, his head tilted slightly away from me but his eyes still glaring at mine. The glow of the moon seeped through the windows. Something in the back of my mind still told me it wasn't the moon. Like scratching an itch that'll never be satisfied.
"Of course I want to leave, but that's not why." I respond, sticking my hands into my pockets.
It's gone.
"Why, then?" He utters, intrigued. I pause and look down, shaking my head as I kick my feet. Maybe I should leave him be; he's an adult, he can get out on his own, can't he? But he looks like he genuinely needs my help, for more reasons than he wants to admit.
"How about this; I'll help you out on one condition."
Jean eyes me up and down, shrugging his shoulders. Did I really want to make this deal with him? I suppose I needed the company, plus I really did need this out of him.
"I'm listening." He murmurs, causing me to inhale quietly through my nose before breathing out the words.
"You'll kill me."
Jean's eyes widen as he tilts his head curiously. His shock really hindered my confidence that he was a killer. He's had to have experienced at least one person who didn't fight him, right? Or am I the first? Am I the only?
"You want me to kill you? Why can't you do it yourself?"
I look down to the floor, my eyes searching for an excuse other than the truth. It's not like I know him well enough to want to admit this sort of thing. I look back up with an inhale of false confidence.
"Suicide is a sin."
Jean raises an eyebrow as he hardens his expression. He glares at me for a few moments, processing my words before shooting yet another question at me.
"Deal. You a christian?"
"No, are you?" I quickly respond in a panic, as if that would make it less obvious how nervous I was right now. Jean stares at me for several seconds before shrugging his shoulders and walking forward. The echo of his boots reverberated around the lobby of the hospital, but the echo grew faint as we reached the hallway.
"Not really. Anyway, this elevator only goes up to this floor, so we have to find the other one that goes up further." He says, pushing me down the hall. We check the rooms, which are all empty of course, as Jean slowly grows more and more agitated.
"Dammit, one more empty room and I'm grabbing some hydrogen peroxide to drink." He utters under his breath.
"Hey, GG?" I utter, wondering if he has a lighter considering he was smoking earlier. I suddenly realized all the internal questions I'd been asking, and I knew I needed to calm down before I did something I'd regret.
He turned around with wide eyes and a look of death on his face.
"What did you just call me?"
"What, did your mom call you GG or something?"
He pulls out his gun, pointing it between my eyes. I don't react, but he clearly looks frustrated, despite hiding it well; I could still read his eyes.
"Do you wanna die?" I shoot him a curious glance and nod my head.
"Yes, we just went over this."
The realization of what Jean just said sets in to his eyes as he looks down to avoid showing the fact that he's blushing.
"Right, I'm not used to people wanting me to kill them. Kinda takes away my leverage, though, doesn't it?"
I shrug my shoulders silently. He never had any leverage in the first place, but I'd rather not continue to argue with him right now. I need a lighter.
"Anyway, I was just wondering if you had a lighter on you."
Jean puts away his gun, gazing at me with furrowed brows.
"Yeah, why?" He questions, reaching into his pocket. I watch him with anticipation, waiting impatiently for him to pull it out.
"I need it. It calms me down." I say, already fidgeting my hands as I slowly grow more anxious. Does he know? Do you know? Who even is You? Am I just talking to myself? Am I another kind of crazy? Fuck, I need his lighter, hurry up Jean.
"You stressed?" He utters, causing me to have to quickly come up with yet another lie.
"I'm walking around a strange building with a fucking murderer, of course I'm fucking stressed." I snap as I snatch the lighter out of his hand, flicking it on. Jean glared at me, turning his head downwards in disappointment. What was that for?
"You told me you wanted me to kill you, though. You lying?" I give him a dirty look as my fingers graze the fire.
"No, fuck off, anyone would be stressed in this situation."
Jean sighs heavily, continuing walking as I follow him close behind.
"Okay, whatever. I hate liars, though."
"Yeah, sure. Here's your lighter back." Jean looks at me and then at the lighter.
"Keep it."

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After a few more long moments of silence, the tension in Jean gradually rising, we entered a room, searched it, and found a key card.
"Time to find the elevator this goes to." Jean grumbles as he trudges out to the hall. I follow him, suddenly having an idea.
"Hey, what if we find the security camera room? That should help us find the elevator, right?"
Jean paused and looked at me, a smirk crawling up the corners of his mouth.
"See, that's why I haven't killed you yet." He chimes, continuing down the hall and looking at the signs on the doors. I follow him, noticing him stop to gaze at the signs for a bit longer than it would take to read them. As we come across a door, I notice it read, "Security Only".
"GG, in here."
Jean follows me to the door as I open it, only to be greeted with someone sitting on a swivel chair. I could only see his eyes through the glow of the security cameras next to him.
"Greetings, mortals. I am the god of this floor."
Jean leans close to me and whispers, "Didn't know they'd allow nut jobs here."
The man makes quick movements before flinging something small at Jean. It grazed his arm, ripping his shirt and causing Jean to grip his forearm.
"Jesus, what the fuck was that?"
The man stands up and backs us out into the hall, the light hitting him. His skin was a dark but smooth black, his clothes all black as well, and his hair slicked and smooth. He was oddly tall and skinny, but intimidating with his demeanor nonetheless.
"I direct the actions of my subjects on this floor."
He utters proudly, holding his arms out. Jean furrowed his brow and straightened his back.
"What, you think you're some sort of king?"
The man holds a finger up and shakes it with a smile.
"Not a king, just a prince. We all know who the king is in this building." He paused and gave us both a sickening smirk. "Now, who's ready to sacrifice themselves for the kingdom?"

@icecubes

oh my god please continue your own stories, I'm sooo happy he has inspired you haha he took a solid 5 months and counting! thank you soooooo much lmao i love him too

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

LMAO AWE NICE also for me it was kind of a burst of inspiration; I heard a few songs that i thought one of my characters could relate to and had the idea of finding a ton that they could relate to and compiling them into a playlist. there's a few stretches here and there but i'm pretty proud of what i've come up with :)

@icecubes

IM LITERALLY CRYING YOU LIKE ANUBIS'S PLAYLSIT?????????????????????????/ I LITERALLY LOVE YOU THANK YOU ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
also the only motivation for developing anubis was for the sole reason that it was Aloe Vera's christmas gift hahahah so if u need motivation just pretend its a gift
also i just kinda listen to music naturally and then im like, hey this song matches my character, and then i add it and it grows over time

if u do make playlists,,,,,, let us know ;)

@icecubes

The other kids always talked about their soulmates stains that painted their skin. Wondering who their soulmate might be. It was a human phenomenon across the world, everyone would have these strange contrasting spots on their skin. At first they believed it was merely a birthmark; however, a stranger or a close friend would brush the spots and colors would explode, indicating they were your soulmate. It represented where they would touch you for the first time.
Most of the kids had hand prints on their arms or dots on their hands or something normal. We were all young, so no one's stain was colorful yet.
My stain appeared on my shin. A medium-sized dot, like a golf ball. The issue was, I didn't believe in soulmates. I never felt any romantic interest - and yes, I may be a kid, but still - at all. I was never interested in people, so how could I possibly have a soulmate? A soulmate purely justifies the concept of no free will. I don't believe in it for a second, even if one day the golf-ball-sized dot on my shin lights up with a million colors, I won't regard the person. They are not my soulmate. I don't want one.
I gaze at the closed lighter in my hand. My mom sat next to me. We were in the principal's office, and the principal just finished discussing with my mom about my issues. I didn't pay attention to what they said, for it was the same spiel every time. I could feel my mom's pitiful glare on me.
After I hopped into the familiar car, the volcano erupted. "Olliver, I don't know what's gotten into you. You won't talk to the students, and you sneak off to look at a fucking fire? To burn yourself? What are you not telling me? Why have you strayed from God's light? I don't understand!" Her word's were emotional and tinged with pain and anger. I stayed silent. "Are you depressed? Do you need to see a therapist?"
"No."
"What?" she yelled in disbelief. "You're not you. Not since birth. Something- something is wrong. Are you possessed, Olliver? I've prayed for you for years now, but you must have gotten into Satan's grip, haven't you? Haven't you?"
She was crying at this point, mom was. Her voice threatened to give out. My mom was making me feel icky. I flicked open the lighter, pressing the button to summon the flame.
"Stop!" she screamed and tore the lighter out of my hand, extinguishing the flame. "You need help. You're not God's son."

And she threw me in a church camp with kids who smiled at me and said they cared. Counselors who bothered me and claimed to be apart of something bigger, something more than us. But, there's nothing more than us.
I got through it, ignoring everything around me. They checked me for lighters and matches, and I grinned, telling them, "I've changed. I see God now," while glancing at the hidden pocket in my bag.
Today was the last day that they gave us free time. I couldn't bare to be with my group any longer, the kids were insufferable. I took off, running towards nowhere. My feet hit the ground hard and I didn't give myself time to catch my breath, afraid that the counselors were chasing me. My mom warned them to keep an eye on me at all times. The wind ruined my perfectly swept hair, leaving it to a strange spiked up messy style. I turned my head to see if anyone was following me, when something hits my shin.
I yelp, crumpling over and crashing onto the hard ground, onto a lonely looking boy. I scrambled back up and brushed myself off, preparing to curse at him for being in my way, but he was staring at his knee.
His knee, which was bursting in color.
I stared, wide-eyed. Was that from me? My eyes flicker to my shin, and the same colors - reds and blues and purples - tainted what used to be an ashy black dot on my skin. We both looked at each other.
"I'm not gay," I blurt out, throwing my hands up. The kid squinted at me, his expression unreadable.
"Soulmates aren't always romantic," he uttered, his voice slightly higher than mine. I blinked at him. He brushed a stray hair behind his ear, the rest of the black strands were pulled up in an awfully short ponytail.
My eyes fell to the ground. "Right…" I sit back down, leaving just a bit of space between us, and stick out a hand. "I'm Anubis."
"I-" he hesitated, eyeing my legs. Whether he was looking at my burn scars or the soulmate mark, which was still spiraling with color, I wasn't sure. "I'm Jean," he finished slowly.
I stretched my legs out and leaned back on my arms, a sly grin appearing on my face. "Well, we're soulmates, GG. Mind you, I have high expectations." I tilt my head towards him. Jean looked as if he wanted to point a gun at me and shoot me, but I could tell he was trying to hold back a smile.
"Don't call me GG."
"Whatever you say, GG."

@icecubes

AWWWWW YOU'RE THE SWEETEST! also it occurred to me that we never really formally introduced ourselves, I am Jenny and, the other chick is obviously Aloe lmaooo!

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

i would die for u tammy

also jenny i swear we both rlly gonna hint on the christian thing im crying
BUT THAT WAS SO CUTE AND IM IN TEARS BYE

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

jenny can't post this but she came up with it

You: it's not so bad when you get used to it
Anubis: what up, i'm jared, i'm 19

@icecubes

fucking HELL YEAH MORE AOD
also i hate to break it to you, but there's no second part lol everything from there would just line up with the canon story the only difference was the whole soulmate jazz

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

Murder House AU! Chap 3

"GG, we should run." I start, even though my legs refuse to let me start moving. What was stopping me? Curiosity? The need for a challenge? Whatever it was, it was affecting Jean too.
"Jean?" I repeat, tempted to look over at Jean as he evaluates his options.
"Wait." Jean begins, holding up his hands defensively at the man. "This is a hospital, not a kingdom." He utters, desperate for a way to stall the man. I roll my eyes. Is that the best he can come up with? The man sighs and tilts his head in frustration.
"Looks can be deceiving, Jean. It's not about the appearance, it's about the idea." He straightens up, making himself appear taller as he towers over us.
"Now, kneel before me."
"Hell no." Jean and I both say in unison, earning an awkward glance between us as the man tilts his head down with a scowl.
"Just because you're allowed to kill whoever comes on your floor doesn't mean you can tell me what to do." I sneer, crossing my arms as he reaches into his pocket.
"God lures us into submission by manifesting for us the illusion of free will."
Jean and I take a few steps back as he pulls out a gun, pointing it at Jean. Jean holds up his hands, as if he didn't have any weapons on him. I wonder how many hidden weapons he possessed.
"For instance," He begins, turning the gun towards me, but keeping eye contact with Jean. "Who will you sacrifice? Yourself, or him?"
Jean and I exchange glances as I watched Jean's eyes search for a solution. Why didn't he just say me? He knows I want to die, so wouldn't he jus-
BANG!
I jump, gasping as I realize I didn't feel a bullet hit me. I look up at the man, who's holding his chest tightly as blood drips from his black shirt. Jean held a gun of his own, with a look of murder in his eyes. His face was blank, but his eyes were determined and violent.
"You can't kill him. He wants me to kill him, and you're not going to stand in the way of our contract."
I don't even know how to react as the man falls to the floor, coughing blood out as he quickly loses consciousness.
"I am so much more than royal." The man sputters out before closing his eyes and falling limp. I look at Jean in shock as we stand there staring at him for a few moments. Suddenly a voice rang around the intercoms.
"Attention: B1's Resident has killed B2's Resident, violating rule 1. B1 Resident is now a sacrifice."
Jean looks at me nonchalantly, barely effected by this turn of events.
"Now I've really got to get out, I guess." He utters at me, turning toward the security door. As I step my way toward the door, I hear the scratching again. I turn around to find the words forming, quickly reading them before entering the room.

You shall have no other gods before me.
Exodus 20:3

I sigh and follow Jean, examining the security cameras as we follow the halls to find the elevator. We walk in silence down the hall, Jean's hands in his pockets as he stares at the ground. Should I start a conversation? What could I even talk about?
"So," I start, kicking a stray piece of trash, "How long have you been killing?"
Jean doesn't look up from the ground as we make a turn.
"Coupla years."
"Why did you start?" Jean looks up and turns to the elevator that we finally arrived at.
"Ah, finally. Prepare yourself for whatever hell awaits us up ahead."
I ignore the fact that he changed the subject as we enter the elevator. The ride is silent, I realize he doesn't want to talk right now, but I wanted to fill the silence somehow. Instead, I sigh and distract myself with his lighter. The doors open to reveal a dark hallway, the setting quite different. As we walk through the doors, I hear scratching on the wall.

They sacrificed their sons and daughters to the demons;
Psalm 106:37

Demons? I follow Jean as we wander the halls, the walls like that of a rotting house, the echoes of dripping surrounding us.
"Is this floor empt-" I begin, until I was interrupted by the sound of a distant scream. Jean and I glance at each other with intrigue, but slight worry. We continue, but with caution. Why is Jean so confident he'll get out of here? He said it himself, this building is full of crazed murderers, so what makes him think he's better than them?

"Look at you two,"

A smooth female voice rung around the floor around us. Where it was coming from, neither Jean nor I knew, but we paused.

"Broken pieces of a soul, I can see it in your eyes. Both of you are burdened with guilt; haunted by the burning embers of your memories."

I look at Jean, wondering where this is coming from. Come to think of it, Jean did ignore my question about why he became a murderer. Why is that?

"Nothing heals a wound more than physical connection, isn't that correct, Mr. White?"

Jean shuffled and looked at me with an awkward glance.
"Let's go, she hasn't shown her face yet so we'll have to ignore her."
I nod as we continue walking, hoping she wouldn't start talking about me.

"That's right, you ignored your problems. You let your family shower you with abuse until you couldn't take it anymore. Is that what you're going to do to me, Mr. White? Are you going to kill me?"

Her voice slowly grew more insane as she went on, causing Jean to grow more uncomfortable with his body language.

"Oh, Jeany boy, there's no need to worry. Judgement day is tomorrow, so why don't you find pleasure in today?"

"Fuck off, you fucking whore." Jean snaps, followed by a long silence. Jean looks at me curiously and sighs heavily, as we continue down the hallway. We stop by a room and open it, immediately hit with a nasty stench. Nevertheless, we walked in, which was our first mistake. The door slammed shut, and despite Jean's efforts, it wouldn't open. I look around the room. Wooden crates lined the walls of the medium sized room as I feel the need to cover my nose. Something was rotting in here. Jean approached a crate and opened the lid, immediately retaliating and dropping the lid.
"It's chopped up bodies." He utters, covering his nose as he steps away. Something led me to believe that's what every crate was filled with.
"What are we supposed to do?"

"Mr. Levin."

She spoke again, somehow her voice so clear and smooth. What kind of speaker is she hiding in here?

"I believe you would know how to dispose of a body, am I correct?"

@icecubes

ok the ones with jeanubis are children,,,, and then prince is in BACKGROUND OCS
and then ima add u to anubis look-a-likes and one called clothes for ur ocs which has jeanubis stuff too

sorry theres also other characters in there ur gonna have to deal with