forum funking,,,,,,,,JEANUBIS

Started August 18, 2018 by @AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

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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

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.