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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."

@icecubes

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.

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

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

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

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."

@icecubes

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.

@icecubes

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."

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BARBER ANUBIS AU!!!!!!!!!

Jean sighed heavily, tossing his phone to the side on the couch. He seemed stressed, but should I ask about it? It couldn't be too bad, right?
"What's up?"
I mutter, looking at him curiously over my plate of eggs. He turns his head towards me before dismissively shrugging. After a moment he leans his head back on the couch, facing upwards toward the ceiling.
"My old barber died, the rest out there suck so I don't know what to do, cause I need to trim my hair."
I shrug my shoulders, thinking heavily on whether I should throw out my suggestion or keep it to myself. Nah, it's just a trim, I can do it.
"I could cut your hair."
Jean shoots two cold eyes at me before shaking his head, a slight doubt-filled smirk shading his face as he resists chuckling.
"Absolutely not."
I set down my plate and stand up, furrowing a brow. I was determined to have Jean's permission to cut his hair.
"Why not? I mean I know how."
"You do?"
Well I definitely wasn't a professional, but that wasn't going to help my case against Jean. I shrug confidently and shoot him a grin.
"Yeah, plus if anyone else knows your hair, it's me."
Jean leans forward and thinks for a moment, suspicion layering his face as he looks up at my genuine expression. He stares before rolling his eyes and sighing, tossing his hands up in an exaggerated shrug.
"Whatever, if you fuck it up I'll kill you, alright?"
I snicker as I nod, running off to grab some scissors and a hairbrush. When I return, Jean already had taken down his hair and brushed through it a bit with his fingers. I tossed him the brush to finish it off as he grabs it and continues. Have I ever really seen his hair down and brushed? I know I've seen it down a few times, but even then it only lasted long enough for him to brush through his hair quickly and then tie it into his bun. It wasn't curly, but it had a slight waviness to it. Nevertheless, when he finished brushing through, it fell mostly straight down, reaching past his shoulders.
I whistle as he pulls up a bar stool from the kitchen.
"Damn, didn't realize it was that long."
I mutter with a smirk as Jean shoots me a deadly glare.
"Geez, when's the last time you washed your hair?"
I comment as I start to mess with his hair, combing through to find an even cut.
"Do you want to cut my hair or not, shit-head?"
I hold back a chuckle as I continue quietly.

"whoops that's too short"

then jean shoots him

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hehe FAIRY ANUBIS AU

I peer out the window, the curtains cold and blocking out the light from the outside as I sigh heavily. Just next to our house was the forest, usually where the lumberjacks worked, but they stopped after they reached too close to the fae circle. They wanted to hide it from the children to avoid them running around in the forest and getting lost with the fae; children are often too naive to understand, and too curious to defend themselves from the fae's tricks. I've never seen a faerie myself, but for some unexplainable reason, I can't seem to fear them. I know it's definitely not because of the fae's tricks, because I've never met one.
A sharp pain resonates on the back of my head; it was my father.
"Get away from the window, you parasite. Get back to cleaning."
I furrow my brow at him, gesturing to the rest of the room. Our house wasn't very big, but the fact that we have a functioning house is a luxury enough. Either way, I held my tongue often to avoid provoking my family, a group of people who have never known love.
"I've already finished cleaning, sir."
He shakes his head and points to the kitchen. The room I avoided most, especially today because of the yelling and sounds of dishes smashing in there. They had finished a few minutes before I finished my cleaning, but neither of them left the kitchen until just now.
"There's a disgusting mess in the kitchen, and some broken dishes next to her. Go clean them up."
I nod and rush to the kitchen, desperate to leave the room that had my father in it. As I walked in, I noticed Crystal, my sister, in there too. She was kneeling next to our mother, who lay on the floor; both of them were crying. I pick up the dishes, careful not to cut my hands but still getting blood on my hands as I finish and return to my mother and sister with a warm wet rag. My mother was sitting up now, but just barely holding herself up. I gently place the towel on her bruised face, causing her to wince as I retaliate.
"Is Kristopher going to be home soon?" Crystal inquires, her voice cracking and barely audible.
I nod my head silently, knowing Kristopher should arrive before dinner because he has the ingredients for tonight. As if on queue, sounds of our father yelling at Kris resonated from the main room. Neither Crystal nor I dared to enter through the door, so we waited for Kristopher to enter the kitchen. After a few moments, he finally walked in. Without a word, he placed the ingredients onto the table and looked at Crystal, who was to cook tonight. Mother finally spoke.
"Jean, could you take the rubbish out and set the table?"
I nod and gather up the trash, including the remaining dish pieces that I must have missed from the floor. Making my way outside, I trudge through the mud to the back of the house to dump the trash onto the pile of garbage that was soon to be collected and burned. As I pour the trash onto the pile, I turn to the woods that eerily resided next to our house. My family was waiting for me to return, I should go back inside. But something was pulling me toward the trees, like a gravitational pull. Was it curiosity? No, I have a responsibility, that usually dominates my curiosity. Was it the voice that I was pretending like I didn't hear? It was faint, but I know I heard someone say, "C'mere."
I'll only be a few minutes.
Without my permission, my legs start moving on their own towards the trees. The trees that pretend to be silent. I passed the first layer of trees, their bark was cold; a contrast to the season we were in; somewhere between spring and summer. I turned back to look at my house. I could still see it; I should return now, I've checked the woods. I start to make my way back to the house, when I thought I saw something in the corner of my eye. I turn to my left, facing the pile of garbage and noticing a few still clean and untouched cookies, safe from the dirt as it sat on a broken plate shard. An idea pops into my head. I grab the cookies and rush back into the woods. I pass the first layer of trees, then the second, then the third, until my speed surpasses my ability to concentrate on counting how many layers I've passed. It got warmer the deeper into the words I ran. Though, it didn't take long until I reached an opening, which is where the faerie ring lay.
The ring was empty. Should I enter it? I have to place the cookies somewhere, where should I put them?
"I hope that's paint on your hands."
I whip my head around to where the voice came from, locking eyes with a smirking boy. He sat with his legs crossed and his hands resting on his knees, but the odd thing was that he was floating, about three feet in the air, as to be eye level with me. It was at that moment that I noticed his wings; they glowed a gentle red color, his attire that of an auburn tint. In a panic, I reach out and hand him the cookies, causing him to eye it with a grin. He didn't take it from my hands, though. I set down the cookies on to a tree stump as he watches me curiously.
"I am Anubis." He begins, holding a hand out towards me with two raised eyebrows, "And your name, please?"
I hesitate, trying to remember the precautions when it came to the fae.
Never give them your name, right?
"Call me Daniel, is Anubis your real name?"
I respond, not shaking his hand, but returning the smile. He blinks and lands on the ground, standing. He was actually shorter than me. His blonde hair seemed to glimmer in the moonlight, showing his blue eyes and freckles. He possessed such a pure looking face, how could he be harmful?
"Anubis is what people call me. Is Daniel your real name?"
I shake my head. It's okay to tell him that, right? I panicked, I didn't want to lie to him.
"So, Danny, is that your blood on your hands?"
I look down at my hands. Damn, I forgot to wash my hands. What do I tell him? I don't even know if it's my mom's or my sister's.
"It's not mine, no."
Anubis grins at me, walking to the tree stump to pick up the cookies. He takes one for himself and hands me one.
"Take this, for your way back home."
I hold up a hand and force a smile, shaking my head gently. I must be careful, but I hardly remembered any of the warnings given to me about faeries. How do I word this? I had to word it carefully.
"I appreciate the offer, but my family is waiting for my return so they can eat dinner. I wouldn't want to ruin my appetite."
Anubis turns slightly away from me, keeping eye contact as he squints his eyes. His smile hasn't left his face, but it's changed depending on each specific expression he has.
"Do you actually wish to return home?"
I shake my head again. Why did I do that? Was that the truth? Why did I respond so quickly?
"Do you wish to stay here?"
I pause, wanting to answer right away. Why? Did he entrap me somehow? Is he trying to entrap me right now? But he's harmless, isn't he? He's giggling, can he read my thoughts?
"I'll translate your hesitation as a yes. Am I correct?"
I didn't want to answer. Yes I did, but I didn't want him to know. He offers me a hand, allowing himself to carelessly float a bit into the air.
"You've already made your way into the circle."
Eyes wide, I turn around to notice that I had somehow wandered into the faerie ring. When did that happen? What does that mean? I scramble to run back out, but his hand locks with mine and he stops me. I turn to look at him as he held his other hand up to wave a finger at me.
"I wouldn't try that. It's bad luck to rush out of faerie ring immediately after entering."
I gaze at his eyes, who seemed to go on forever. How deep were his eyes? No, I need to focus.
"I'm willing to take that risk."
I loosen my wrist out of his grip as I fall forward on the outside of the ring. It was too late; I looked up to notice the sun shining through the leaves in the trees. I turn back to look at him, but I couldn't see him anymore. Did I offend him? Could I see him again soon? How much time had passed? I turn in all directions, trying to find him.
*I should return home. No I shouldn't, I can't return back to that hell. Plus, who knew how much time had passed, the sun is shining now. How could I explain how long I had been gone when I didn't even know how long it was in the first place? I told myself I'd only be a few minutes. *
"Wait, you're right, I don't want to return home." I call out, hoping for a response.
After there was no response, I lower my head, sighing heavily. Why did I want to see him again so much? Curiosity? Boredom? Lust for adventure? The silence is deafening, but I'm not about to give up. I lift my head and call out again.
"I'll give you my real name!"
I really wished they told me more about fae as I grew up; then I would know what I was about to get myself into. But anything could be better than home, right? I wait a few seconds in silence before his voice protrudes from behind me.
"Quite a sacrifice, are you sure you'd hand me something so valuable that holds such power?"
My eyes lock with him; he was sitting on the tree stump, legs crossed. I nod my head at him, stepping towards him a little dizzily after spinning around earlier.
"I would rather be anywhere but home."
I mutter with hopeless confidence. He shrugs and nods his head, looking upwards before turning back to look at me and hold his hand out.
"Then, we shall try this again. Could you give me your name?"
I take his hand and shake it, feeling my heart jump as I respond, my voice confident, but more a matter of me taking a leap of faith. Whatever power I was giving this fae, I'm sure he'd treat it with more care than my father ever could. Hopefully.
"Jean White."

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Whoa Jean What AU

Today. No, it has to be today. I can't wait any longer, I can't put this off, I can't chicken out, not anymore. Jean has suffered long enough without fighting back, and I know he won't fight back, he's proven that to me himself. I pull out my lighter and flick it open for a second, just to calm myself down. I texted Jean earlier asking if he was at his family's house at the moment, and he said he wasn't and offered for us to meet at his house in a few hours. I had a window of opportunity.
I gaze at the flame a few more moments before putting it away and stuffing it into my pocket. I step out of the car and trudge up the driveway, a bit of a detour from my usual path to the front door, which would usually be specifically through the grass and flowers, but I felt like I had to appear more friendly to them, as if they know my intentions; as if they're watching my every move and will kick me out the moment something is off. Would they notice that I took the driveway instead? It's too late, I'm at the front steps. I take in a breath and step up the stairs, straightening my posture and raise my hand to knock on th-is the door open a crack?
Is it a burglar? Is someone about to leave and they forgot to grab something? I hesitate, slowly pushing the door open and peering in. First I notice the bodies. All of them. Crystal on the floor in front of the chair, Kristopher's body limp on the now red couch, his mother lay on the floor in front of the kitchen doorway, and his father lying in the shambles of what used to be the coffee table.
I then lock eyes with Jean, who noticed me as soon as I opened the door. Blood covered his clothes, hands, face, everything, but not a single bit of guilt resonated behind his eyes. His face was hardened; not even that of surprise or fear, but continued frustration.
"You were supposed to be at my house." He utters coldly, tossing the bloodied knife aside.

@icecubes

"I used to smoke with them.
And god, they loved me. It was so easy. Anubis! They would chant. As if I was a real god. Imagine.
I remember being high off of my ass one day. Super high. Too high. They left to do something, I can't even remember, but I felt so relaxed, I just let them go. So, they left. And, I don't remember what drug I took, but I remember they were psychedelics. I was staring up at my ceiling, and I hear a voice. And I'm like…"

"Back already?"
"Back? I have not visited here before." A deep, silky voice replied instead, one that didn't belong to any of my so-called friends. I slowly turned around and I witnessed a tall figure with the darkest skin and a strange mask - no - head. A jackal. Anubis? The god? He wore golden accessories that shined brighter than anything else in the room. And his face, was beyond intimidating, but through my high, I did not feel fear. His presence sent a strange feeling in my head.
"What the?" I furrowed my brow.
"You have come to bare my name, I see," he said, perfectly still. If he had not talked, I would've assumed Anubis was a statue.
"It's just a nickname," I defended.
He cocked his head. "Is that so? Could you even bare being a god?"
I was unsure how to react. He was a spirit, one who had more power than I. He continued talking after my silence. "No words? Cat got your tongue? Do not worry. You are not worthy of my time. I am only here to tell you, your purity has bloodied my name."
And with that, Anubis vanished. I blinked a few times…

"…And my friends came back. Clearly I was just high, but those were some of my experiences with drugs. What was your original question?"

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POST APOCALYPTIC JEANUBIS AU

I lower my gun as the blood layers my dirty and sweaty face. They really liked to explode when shot in the head, didn't they? The smoke emanated from my gun as I study the kid on the ground, most of the blood fallen on him. He looks at me with big blue eyes, a bit of an opposite color to the bleak reds and browns and grays that surrounded us.
"You clean?" I utter, my voice raspy and old not only from the countless cigarettes, but the polluted air we've been living in for decades already. The kid nods his head as I shake mine.
"I need to hear you say it, kid." I repeat, raising my voice a little, but keeping the friendly tone that I was faking.
"I'm…I'm clean." He stutters out, but that was enough for me. I reach my hand out for him, who was still on the ground for some reason. I help him up only to notice him lift his left leg slightly, leaning on me.
"I thought you said you were clean!" I snap, preparing myself to drop him back onto the ground, but he holds up his left hand, the one that wasn't wrapped around the back of my neck.
"I am, I am, this is a bullet wound."
"Where the hell did you get a bullet wound from, then?"
"A gun, where the hell do yo-"
"Who's wasting ammo on a clean human?"
He pauses and looks at me, his freckles barely showing through the blood and sweat that caked his face. His hair was blonde, and his features gentle.
"What rock have you been living under?"
I furrow my brow and guide him into a building, locking the door and setting him somewhere to rest his leg.
"Alright, what the hell is going on?" I demand, walking around to search for something to tend to his leg.
"A bunch of people learned to create more bullets by the bulk; they decided the best option is to start killing off people they think are infected."
I return with a stray first-aid kit, which contained just a few bandages and a bottle of antibiotic ointment.
"Why did they think you were infected?" I inquire, opening the bottle and pouring it onto his leg, causing him to tilt his head back and yell out in pain.
"Is the bullet still in there?" I ask as he shakes his head, causing me to wrap the bandages around his leg. He's not wincing anymore.
"Well, people really are worse than the fuckers out there. Guess I might as well kill everyone I come across at this point." I utter as I eye the antibiotic bottle, reading the ingredients. I reach into my pocket and pull out a cigarette, pulling out my lighter to light it.
"Hey…" He breathes out, voice slightly tinged with pain. I turn to the kid, who's eyeing me.
"You want a smoke too?" I question, handing him a cigarette. He waves away the cigarette and points to my lighter.
"No, that." I look at my lighter, which is only about half empty. I know where to find more, but why did he need mine?
"Uh, okay." I utter, handing him the lighter. He snatches it and flicks it on, holding the lighter and gazing at it intensely. I shrug it off and return to my cigarette.
"Anyway, name's Jean. Yours?"
"Anubis." He responds, not looking away from the fire as he lets go of his leg to hold his finger above the fire.
"Hey, careful with that, you don't want to-"
I notice his face. He looked like it was his intention. I shrug once again and sigh.
"Alright, Anubis. Nice to meet you, I guess."
"Yeah, you too GG."
"It's Jean."