forum funking,,,,,,,,JEANUBIS
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@icecubes

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm anubis's persepcrive in the ghost jean au
I don't believe in ghosts.
If there is any possible explanation behind something, any explanation that makes more sense, I rather believe in that. After the fire, I started seeing things. A shadow lingering in the corner with the resemblance of a familiar man I knew. It couldn't have been him. It was clear I was hallucinating, because ghosts aren't real and this wasn't the first time I hallucinated something.
He looked ghastly. His hair was tinged and his face was nearly burned off, a piece of his jaw protruded through. I never really had much of an imagination, but Jean looked like he could've came out of a horror game. And worse, he followed me everywhere I went, but no matter what I did, no matter what medication I took, he stayed within my line of sight. I thought if I ignored him, he'd go away, and I wouldn't go insane.
Today, I decide to take on another job, but a more passive one. Hack into this website for me, and I'll pay you a thousand bucks, they wrote. Easy money. I type in what code I need into my program and access the website. A loud crash sounds next to me and I turn my head to see the glass of water shattered on the ground. I blink a few times, wondering if I knocked it over, but I notice Prince eyeing Jean. That's not possible. Jean moves and Prince's eyes follow him. In that moment, all my previous assumptions drained away.
"GG?" I whisper. Jean slowly moves his gaze up to me with his eyes wide. I breathe shallowly, waiting for a reply.
"You can see me?" he mutters in shock.
I'm frozen in place, unsure of what to do or how to react. I glance at my mirror, the one Jean is directly in front of, but nothing reflected. "You- that's not-"
"Have you always been able to see me?" He takes a step closer.
I gulp and run my fingers through my hair. "Yeah," I admit in a small voice. "But, I thought you were just- everything I thought- fuck."
and that's whne he starts having a panuc attacm thank u im hungry

@icecubes

oh yes tamster, i have an thing i wrote in class also aloe, i added to it,, heree uuuee ggoooooo

Jean woke up to the distant melody of a piano. He blinked a few times in confusion before pulling his hair into a bun and trudging out to the living room. He took each step with silence, so that the blonde kid sitting at the piano would be unaware of Jean's presence.
The kid's name was Anubis. A peculiar name, but Jean had grown used to it by the first week of knowing him. Getting to truly know Anubis was a challenge at first. Although he was rather expressive towards Jean, underneath he was cautious and reluctant to deepen the friendship. They didn't connect instantly, as Anubis made it seem. The poor kid questioned who Jean was as a person. He dawdled over the true conclusion, because he was scared. Soon, Anubis grew comfortable with Jean.
When Jean found out Anubis played the piano, it was quite a shock really. To add on, Anubis played incredibly well and even wrote some of his own songs. But it wasn't often that Anubis would play with Jean home. Anubis, who loved acting and being on stage, enjoyed the idea of the final product being a surprise - like a show. And to Jean, it certainly was a show.
Jean crept in to watch the rare sight. He noticed when Anubis practiced that he didn't move as gracefully or as into it. He seemed to focus more on the notes and making sure his hands glided over with ease. His spindly fingers reached across the piano keys as easily as he typed on a laptop. Occasionally Anubis would make a mistake and curse under his breath; nevertheless, he straightened back up and continued where he left off. Jean subconsciously let a smile form upon his face.
He must've let out a chuckle too, as Anubis abruptly stopped, his hands floating over the keys. Jean furrowed his brow in confusion. Anubis tilts his head to the left, eyes to the floor, with a glare on his face. "How long have you been standing there?"

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

HEY SO TURNS OUT I MIXED 2 OF THE 3 AU'S AND MADE A HALF-ASSED CHOOSE UR OWN ADVENTURE KINDA DEAL AND IT'S SUPER SIMPLE JUST ONE DECISION GOOD LUCK AND HAVE FUN I'M HURTING

Don't Get Doughnuts AU

It's been a week now, and Jean's oblivious act doesn't seem like an act anymore. How did he not see it? Has he noticed my weird behavior? Will he notice anytime soon? I fumble with the lighter in my pocket as Jean sets down his cup of coffee, furrowing a curious brow at me.
"Thinking about going and getting some doughnuts, do you have any requests?"
He chimes, his voice still a bit groggy from just waking up. I stick my hands out of my pockets and slide off of the counter, grabbing the keys he was reaching for.
"I'll get 'em."
Jean pauses, clearly eyeing me with suspicion as he watches me throw on a jacket.

What should Jean do?

A. Ask if Anubis is okay.
B. Ask why Anubis is acting weird.

A. "Everything alright?" B. "What are you planning?"

I avoid eye contact with him as I shrug him off, trying my best to act normal.
"Don't worry about me. I'll be right back."
I don't really pay much attention to the actual process of driving to the nearest donut shop; I'm too preoccupied with trying to come home as casual as possible. I don't even notice the car that's following me. I park the car and make my way into the store, thinking about what Jean would most likely want. I probably should have asked him, but I suppose that;s going to be the least of his concerns. I pay the lady behind the counter and exit the store, absentmindedly shuffling to the car with a box of a dozen doughnuts in my hands.
I don't make it to the car, though.
Someone, waiting around the corner of the building, grabs me by the shirt collar and swings a heavy metal bar to my head, knocking me out immediately.

Who is this person? How trained is he? How long has he been an assassin? What should I expect? I should have done research on him, but instead I shut down my laptop immediately, growing paranoid.

Heavy boots approach me as I hang my head low with my arms wrapped behind me against the wood of a chair. I didn't bother to struggle, but instead prepare myself for what comes next.
Whoever is in the room is silent for the moment, piquing my curiosity as I tilt my head upwards to see them. They turn around, wearing only a tank top and black pants. It's dark, but something is off about them.
"You know what's going on, so let's not waste any time."
The voice is that of a female. I guess I can't say I'm surprised, but I haven't seen many female assassins online; or, at least they didn't reveal themselves to be female.
"I don't know what you're talking abo-"
The toe of her boot hits me square in the jaw as I spit out blood.
"What's his real name?"
She snaps with a knowing tone in her voice. I turn my head back at her to notice her hair in a bun. I smirk and tilt my head back a bit, dizzy from the first blow she gave me at the donut shop.
"You remind me of someone I know."
I giggle out, barely conscious at this point. I probably have a concussion, but I doubt that would be the worst of my problems. She sighs heavily and approaches me, leaning on one foot before bending her top half to gaze at me at eye level.
"Daniel Phillips. There's jackshit on him. As far as everyone else is concerned, he only exists to be abnormally normal. So what's his real name?"
I stare directly into her eyes. Determination coats them, but I can tell it is only a mere front. We sit there in silence for a few moments before I cough out.
"What makes you think I know him?"
She holds back a grin, but straightens up her posture as she pulls out a phone from her back pocket, tapping through a few things before turning the screen in front of me. It's a traffic security camera of him and I in the car, causing me to sigh defeatedly.
"As much as I'd love to beat the shit out of you, I'm sure you'd rather get away from here with as little injuries as possible. In fact, if you just give me his real name, I'll let you go."
Her confidence irks me, but I ignore it. She holds herself like Jean, too. Either she stood completely still or she moved unnaturally smooth.
"Fuck off."
I utter coldly as she walks around to the front of me, out of the light as she grabs something from the table. As she turns around, the glimmer of a blade hits my eyes as I inhale deeply.
"That won't make me talk." I utter, glaring coldly at her hands as she tilts her head to the side in apathy.
"This isn't to get you to talk."
She lifts the knife and plunges it into my lower thigh, right above my knee. I turn my head away from the stab as I grit my teeth, desperately trying not to yell out in pain as the stinging grows into burning. She pulls the knife out, which only makes it worse as my breathing quickens.
"Nothing? Not even a yelp?"
Her words sting my ears as I hold my breath, tightening my lungs in a desperate attempt to remain calm. The bright blood spills out as soon as she removed the blade, but I don't have time to examine it as she draws her arm back, causing me to notice the brass knuckles she wore. My eyes widen in realization as her fist hits the upper edge of my face, causing my right eye to tear up involuntarily. I can already feel it swelling up as it throbs repeatedly. She pauses in front of me, gazing at me as she pants lightly.
She pulls out her phone and dials a number, placing the phone to her ear.
"You ready?"
She utters to the phone, her eyes still fixated on me as she places the knife on the table next to her. I try my best to listen for the voice on the phone, but my hearing had been growing muffled and distant.
"Doesn't matter, as long as the number works."
The other person on the phone speaks for a moment as the girl bends her back to her left again, looking at my leaning head from an angle.
"You hanging in there? Still don't want to talk? What if you talked to Danny?"
I barely manage to lift my head in confusion, but she still receives my signals as she nods and returns to the phone.
"It's a start, I'm sure I'll get much further with him as we go."
She hangs up the phone, shooting her eyes back at me. I try my best to glare at her coldly, but my left eye has swollen shut by now.
"How much."
I utter with a monotone, my voice raspy and hoarse from the blood. She furrows her brow at me as she removes the brass knuckles, still typing something up on her phone.
"Excuse me?"
She responds, holding the phone in anticipation, as if she's waiting to press one more thing on the screen but she's waiting for me.
"I saw the post asking to kill him, but I didn't see how much the requester was paying you."
She scoffs and drops her arms, shaking her head at me in a judgmental manner.
"You want to know how much your friend's life is worth?"
I lift my head, which causes shooting pains to spring up around my neck and collarbone, but I hold my defiant face nevertheless.
"I want to know what other people decided his life should be worth. I can assure you no amount of money is worth the trouble he'll put you through just to get the job done, and no amount of money is worth what I'll put you through if you do. You'll never get a normal life, you'll always be on the hunt and you'll always have a target on your back, so how much are you getting paid."
She scowls at me for a few moments before tapping on her phone, but this time she puts the phone on speaker. It rings for a few moments before Jean answers.
"Who is this?"
Her tone of voice changes from earlier as she speaks with authority.
"Not even going to ask where your friend is? He's been gone for a few hours now."
Jean hesitates for a moment; I mean, he remains silent, but I can tell he's trying to think of a response quickly as he merely mutters.
"I don't have friends." With little to no emotion or empathy in his voice.
The girl's eyes widen as she beams at me, raising a single eyebrow.
"Wow, you two are really looking out for each other. Now that's good teamwork."
She sighs and starts pacing around me with the phone, careless but taunting me.
"So, where'd you come up with the name, Danny Phillips? Given that there's no address attached to him, you'd almost think Danny is dead, right? Well, that's what I'm trying to achieve, but I can't just kill you like that and be done, right? That's no fun. I want you to suffer before you die."
He's silent for a long moment, not even breathing heavily as the girl and I watch in anticipation.
"Humor me."
The girl turns the phone's camera to face me as her body language radiates impatience.
"Go on, kid. Tell Danny there's no use denying everything."
I'm silent, refusing to look up at the phone, as if I'd make eye contact with Jean. Whatever Jean's thinking, I can't guess, but something in me has a weird hope that Jean will say something to help get me out of here.
"Alright, you don't want to say anything. I understand, I don't need you to."
She sets down the phone but positions it so that it still faces me, haphazardly grabs the knife off the table , and stabs it into my lower abdomen.
I can't resist silence this time, gasping audibly as my body attempts to curl up, but can't as I start sweating, clenching my teeth even harder as I try to squirm out of whatever is holding my wrists together, but to no avail.
"That do anything for you, sweetie?" The girl starts, turning to the camera as she points at me with the bloodied knife. "I'll keep going until he dies unless you agree to meet up at the location my partner sent to you. Sound good?"
Jean doesn't answer, so the girl continues.
"C'mon, you don't your old friend here to die, do you?"

Remember that choice you made earlier? Time for the story to diverge!
If you chose A good luck. (and also read under A)
If you chose B GOOD LUCK. (and also,,,,well you know. (it's under A, try to scroll withoUT READING A FIRST))

A.

She reapplies the brass knuckles before quickly turning to me, bending her knee and-
"Wait,"
Jean's voice stops the girl mid-punch as she relaxes her stance to turn to the phone. For the first time, I hear Jean sighing in exasperation.
"Let him go, I'll go the location."
She chuckles and removes the brass knuckles from her hand, picking up the phone and removing it from speaker.
"We won't let him go until we have you. It's only fair."
After a few moments, she hangs up the phone and grabs something from the table.
"Alright, turn to your left, that'll make this easier."
She utters before swinging the same metal bar at my head, still bloodied from last time. I'm unconscious until she wakes me with an ammonia packet, causing me to immediately notice the black cloth over my head. Sounds of car doors opening and closing resonate near me, and I hear the girl's muffled voice coming from the outside of the car, but still felt a second presence in the car with me.
She quickly revealed herself as she utters next to me.
"Don't even bother trying anything, we can kill you too." Her voice holds a bit of a higher pitch than the other girl's, but she still manages to hold weight with her tone. I don't have time to react to her words as she shoves me out of the car door next to who I assume is the first girl, both of them grabbing either of my arms, which are still behind my back, with a bit of a tight grip.
"You can still walk straight, right?"
One of them whispers to me as they give me a push forward, forcing me to walk aimlessly in hopefully the right direction. I hear Jean's footsteps approach me as he rips off the cloth and cuts the zip-ties that I didn't realize had dug into my skin to the point where they bled until I move my hands to the front of me, turning to Jean as he passes me.
"Jean, you don't have to-"
Jean turns his head to me, smiling sadly.
"Don't worry about me. I'll be right back."
He turns back to face the women as I shuffle to the car, which is already running. When I reach for the doorknob, I hear a muffled gunshot from inside the other car, causing me to flinch. Already shaking, I fall to my knees and cover my head, tears spilling out of my eyes.

B.

She reapplies the brass knuckles before quickly turning to me, bending her knee and delivers an uppercut to my chin, sending my head upwards which in turn causes my whole body to fall backwards with the chair from the impact.
Jean is still silent.
She turns back to the phone, awaiting a reaction from Jean.
"I'm not going to die toady."
He utters, followed by what I can only assume is the girl sighing in frustration. She approaches the table in silence I try to see what she's grabbing, but her back covers what little light I had to use, especially from my angle on the floor.
"Maybe not," She murmurs, turning to me and pointing a gun directly at my head before finishing her sentence. "but he will."
She waits for Jean to stop her, but instead he says something neither of us could have predicted.
"Then kill him."
The last thing I hear is the gunshot before everything stops, quickly fading from my vision.
I didn't know which hurt more.

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

honestly it actually is a bit of a shock that you know so much about him bc my family considers it an achievement when they remember my character's name

me: check out this drawing
them: is that.,.,,,,roger?
me: A for effort but it's actually Myst