More On Anti And Flowey.

Just wanted to say, thank you, Jack, for everything you do with the Egos. This is by far one of the most amazing stories I had ever seen, and one of the most long-lasting. These characters, completely original and complex in their own way, interact not only with you and each other, but with US. DIRECTLY. It’s amazing! I’m in the story that I’m helping to tell! This is exactly what fiction is supposed to be, an interaction between creater and audience, and almost no other medium allows for this level of interaction. Thank you for working so hard on these amazing characters and their stories, and for interacting with us to give us more to work with and expand the story even more, and for allowing us, the fans, to make this story bigger than any of us could ever dream. 

That being said, please please know that whatever you want to do with these characters will be fun for us. Small glitches? Awesome! So fun to catch! The occasional spoofy moment in videos? Wonderful! It’s fun to see our faves cameo! Small parodies with the different characters? Great! Hilarious! Serious works that take longer to put together? Oh hell yeah!! It’s all part of the fun of this unusual story, big or small. 

You don’t have to go all out to make something fun, and you don’t have to make a lot of things, either. There’s no quotas, it’s all just something to enjoy, together. We love it, and you, and are just happy to be sharing in the creative process. We’ll happily support whatever you want to do with them, and if you want to take a break? Take it! We’ll fill in the gaps with fanfics, art, edits, and memes while you chill out and just enjoy the creations. <3

Expectations

I wanna talk about the egos for a second. 

They have been by far one of my favourite things that have ever come out of this community and my own brain. I love characters, I love story and I love a good mystery so to have our own lore and plot in this community based around content that I put out there is nothing short of surreal and amazing. Recording let’s plays is awesome but this was something I created and put out there intentionally with high hopes and no one else at the time was doing it and it went over super well. It was incredibly creatively fulfilling. 

However in the mix of all this has come a lot of frustration and headaches too. I am constantly beating myself up over not doing more with them and putting things off because what I want to do with them is so fucking ambitious that I stop myself from trying sometimes out of fear of not living up to it and messing the whole thing up. I feel like I have one good shot at a story with them and don’t want to put out something that doesn’t make sense or is safe or is just badly written and kind of lame. I want it to be GREAT but that’s a really hard thing to do, especially when almost the entire creative process for all of this is resting on me. It doesn’t have to of course but it’s my baby and I want to treat it well so I get frustrated when things don’t go EXACTLY how I want with the characters.

Not only that but people fucking LOVE these characters (which is the sweetest thing in the world) so I want to do them justice for all of you as well. Use them as a way of telling a good story with characters you can relate to and designs/imagery that inspires you. Sometimes those expectations aren’t met or are set WAY too high, far too early and what comes out disappoints some people or isn’t exactly what you wanted either. This constant cycle and back and forth in my head has been a huge creative and motivational road block for me. I have ideas and plot points and places I want all this to go but trying to get there has proven hard for me because again, I don’t want to fuck it up. The stuff that I’m trying to do is also just taking so fucking long to talk through. 

This is why teases have been slow and sparse. All of this is way bigger than I thought it would be initially so thank you for that. I love these characters so so much and I want to see them fly high. I do love all the theorising though and the stories people write about them and how creative you all are. It inspires me. Keep theorising, keep having fun, keep your stories going. I want to have more fun with it and not put so much pressure on it all anymore. 

Do You Trust Me? Epilogue.

“And I will see all you dudes...IN THE NEXT VIDEO!”

You laughed as the outro music started playing, dropping your arms and rubbing your throat. How does Jack do that every day? God, his vocal cords must hate him. Flicking through the comments, it made you grin to see so many people chatting about the game, a few people yelling the catchphrases. There were even a few good puns this time, that was nice. You were staying for the outro clip again, lately having gotten into the habit of staying just a little longer, out of some slightly silly hope. You commented on every video now, sliding subtle references to your adventures into every one, hoping that Jack would see it. Even if you knew you couldn’t reply, it was nice to think that Jack was in his room, seeing your words in the code and thinking of you fondly. “That was another good one, Jack. Though I must say, that shark’s getting the better of you. Your raft’s gonna need to step it up, man,” you rambled absently as you flicked to another tab to finish a fanfic you were writing. After all, that adventure was too good not to be told, wasn’t it? And you thought it might entertain Jack to see it written up. You wondered if he’d show Mark.

“Really now? Three stories of raft isn’t good enough for you?! It’s fantastic!”

You flicked back to the video so fast you almost closed it out by mistake. “Jack?” He grinned in surprise, sitting up a little straighter in his chair. “Hey!” You couldn’t help but smile back.

Asleep (Sam from SPN Imagine)

Pairing: Reader/Sam

Rating: G

Your favorite moments, you decided, were when you and Sam were alone in the library, researching some case or just reading for fun. You'd sit on opposite sides of the table, noses in books and coffee mugs in arm's reach at all times, for hours and hours on end, occasionally muttering a few sentances to each other, perhaps a joke that would set off silent giggles for a long time afterward, perhaps asking if the other was done with their joe yet, did they want another cup? Most of the afternoons, and often late nights, would pass in near complete silence.

Occasionally, you'd fall asleep in your chair, and you'd wake up hours later to find that someone had dropped you off in your bed, going so far as to tuck you in. You'd smile to yourself and at Sam the next time you saw him, but neither of you ever brought it up.

There was one time that the situation reversed, and you came back into the library from a bathroom break to find a shaggy haired Sam asleep on a pile of books, snoring softly and looking generally like a giant puppy. That thought had you struggling to stay quiet as you giggled.

Given that it would've been completely impossible for you to pick him up without serious injury to one or both of you, you settled for simply finding the softest pillow and cuddliest blanket you could and wrapping him in them. The fact that he didn't do more than grunt quietly and pull the blanket closer proved to you that he needed the sleep, and, seeing that he was out so deeply, you got a little brave and leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple and whispering, "'Night, Sammy."

Sam woke up a few hours later, and smiled when he saw you, going slightly pink. Neither of you said anything about it.

A few days later, you got brave again. You left a note on Sam's side of the table with his name on it that read simply, "You're a cute sleeper."

A few days after that, you got one back that said, "You are too."

Neither of you talked about it, but now you sat on the same side of the table. And Sam became your favorite pillow.

i am. a MESS. these two idiots mean so much to each other and to all of us, and i loved watching them talk about it so openly and honestly. they’re not perfect but they’re perfect for what they do.

My only comment on today’s video intro is...

The Good Doctor.

((A/N: TRIGGER WARNING FOR GORE AND NEEDLES!! Well, Anti made a reappearance, and now we have more lore. Specifically, about Schneeplestein! I was excited, so I thought I’d write a quick fic about the aftermath of Say Goodbye. Enjoy!))

"Oh god..." Henrik jerked into motion, nearly barreling over the table as he fell into place beside Jack, dropping his medical bag open on the floor beside him. The blood, oh god, the blood, there was so much of it. Snapping himself out of his shock, he scrambled through the bag with one hand as the other desperately tried to stem the flow of blood from the deep gash in his old friend's neck. "Where is it? Where is it?! Dammit...hold in there, Jack, just hold on...you don't get to die on me, no, no, no, not on the watch of Dr. Schneeplestein!" He glanced over at Jack, with half a weak smile as he nearly anticipated the usual laugh and eye-roll he'd get whenever he was as grandiose as that. But there was nothing, no flicker of life from the cold form. He jerked the needle, thread, and towel free of the bag and began desperately trying to stitch Jack's neck together and stop the blood at the same time. Where were his medicines to thicken blood? Where were his gauze and bandaging? Where was his antiseptic spray?

"DON'T YOU DIE ON ME!" Henrik's panic was getting the best of him now. He was working quickly, sloppily. There were moments where he thought he missed time passing, his sight seeming to skip from one second to the next. He almost thought he was...twitching. Nerves, it must be nerves. Jack was dying, right there in front of him, and he wasn't doing enough, he couldn't do enough, it ͞ẃa͡s̢ ͝n̡evèr͏ eno̕ug͢h.͠ He doubled over, twitching once, violently. He thought he heard a high-pitched ringing. Looking at his shaking hands, he thought for a second he saw them go around Jack's neck, as if to choke him. No, no that couldn't be right. He blinked, gasping, and saw his hands, jerked up beside him, nowhere near Jack at all. No. No, he couldn't lose it now. He couldn't lose control now, Jack needed him. Get it together, Doctor! The ringing got louder, and under it, some noise. Some...pattern. High, cold, uneven...almost like a laugh. Henrik shook his head.

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"No. No, no, no," he muttered, covering his ears with his hands. How could he be losing control at a time like this? He had never been prone to panic attacks, why now, of all times? Perhaps it was insanity? People had always said he was on the verge of it. He shook his head. No. He needed his mind clear to help Jack, he needed to stop the bleeding...the bleeding...

The bleeding had stopped. Henrik stared, uncomprehending. He checked for a pulse. There was no way... He felt one. Very, very faint, but present. Jack was alive.

Jack woke up, only hours later, and seemed to feel no ill effects, other than being a bit weak. He didn't seem to even remember what had happened. When he asked the doctor, he couldn't bring himself to tell, so instead, he made up some cock-and-bull story about pumpkin fumes knocking him out. It was a very weak reason, and clearly, Jack didn't believe him, but he didn't question it. Even when later, he looked in the mirror and saw the red stains on his neck. Even when he saw the blood on the carpet, and in the carved pumpkin he didn't remember finishing.

Dr. Schneeplestein never mentioned the "panic attack". He never talked about what had really happened. He never talked about the voice.

Neither of them wanted to think about what had done it...and how that thing was still out there. Neither wanted to think about when he might come back.

HEADCANON ACCEPTED

Ok so idk what made me think of this but imagine WKM Mark and Celine actually had a baby. Imagine the baby was orphaned after the events of WKM. Imagine he grew up with powers he never fully understood and no one to teach him how to use them. Imagine him having this innate desire for control. Imagine him, all grown up, becoming a best selling Author. Imagine him meeting Dark and Dark just freaking out.

oh friend.

Today’s Teaser (Sept 7, 2020)

FRIENDS. THINGS ARE HAPPENING. I’M BACK ON MY THEORIST SHIT AGAIN.

So I watched the clip several times, at varying speeds, and tried to transcribe what I heard:

[loud screech, metal on metal]

[crash, again seems to be metal on metal]

[hiss, as of steam being released]

[car engine revving]

Unknown Voice: Everything is happy…

[sound of a train going over tracks, faint train whistle]

Unknown Voice: [unclear] living his life to come through…

So that second voice line is one I couldn’t quite make out. The top two interpretations I got were “He’s living his life to come through” and “He’s giving his life to come too.”

I also snapped a picture of whatever flashed on screen in the darkness:

So you can’t see much here, but when I brighten it…

A door? When the image keeps moving, there are lights at regular intervals along the roof. Coupled with the sound, my guess is this is a train compartment, possibly in the style of Murder on the Orient Express.

Are we getting a new adventure? Possibly another murder mystery?

Such interesting developments, and with Halloween right around the corner…

Broken (Demon!Dean Imagine)

Pairing: Dean/Reader

Rating: PG 13 for heartbreak

"No."

"Sam, I'm not a child. I can do this."

"No. You're not going in there."

"Well, why do you have to do it? What makes you more qualified than me?"

"I'm his brother."

"I'm his girlfriend. Have been for three years."

Sam sighed and looked down at his shuffling feet. The bunker was quiet, and felt almost suffocating today. There was a table covered in empty coffee mugs, and a dungeon that was all too full.

This was the third time you and Sam had had this debate, and you were determined to win, close to tears or not. When he finally looked up and nodded, you blinked.

"You're gonna let me do it?"

He gave a very weary smile. "Like you said, you're not a kid. And...Maybe you would be better."

He was nearly knocked over by the tight hug you gave him, and stroked your hair.

One... Two...

Breathe.

Three.

You slid the door open slowly, the creak and groan of metal filling the silence. Not looking up from the ground, you came into the room.

There was the sound of movement, a moment of surprised hesitation, then...a laugh. And it wasn't his laugh.

"I was wondering when Sammy would let you down here, (Y/N)."

You tried very hard not to wince at your name in that mocking tone, eyes still glued to the ground as you shut the door and went to the small silver table with the roll of syringes.

"Aw, you're gonna drug me up. Baby, that's adorable-"

"Don't call me baby." You could almost feel him smile; it made your skin crawl.

"Why not? You love it when I call you baby."

"I love when Dean calls me baby."

"I am Dean. Just-"

"You say a newer model and I'll punch you in the goddamn face." He chuckled.

You picked up a syringe, and a needle. Put the two together. Started to roll up your sleeve.

"You know you can't fix me, right?"

"Watch me."

"Well," he shuffled again, relaxing into the chair a bit, "you can make me human again, sure. But you can never fix me. I'll always be broken. I was when I met you, I was before I got the Mark, I was when I was human and had it. This is the closest to whole and happy I've ever been."

"Shut up." It was practically a whisper.

But he kept on, and the words hurt worse than the needle in your skin.

"See, now I'm not worried about anything. I don't care if Sammy dies, or Cas. I don't care if you die-"

"Shut. Up."

"-I wouldn't feel a bit of guilt, even with your blood on my hands. Actually, that'd be kinda fun. Chasing you around, hunting you down-"

You pulled the needle out sharply and stalked over to him, jabbing it in mercilessly. He hissed and fought, crying out as you pushed in the plunger and the blood flooded his system again. As you walked back over to the table, he began to scream.

"Why the hell are you even trying?! This won't work! It can't, and I don't want it to! Why does it matter what happens to me?!"

"Because I can't lose you, and I won't, even if I have to go to Hell and back again. Because Dean Winchester, I love you, and I won't stop until you're human or I'm dead."

As you walked out, you kept your eyes fixed on the door, trying desperately to ignore the tears blinding you at least until that door was shut behind you again. To your surprise, he said nothing else, and the only sound from him was heavy, ragged breathing.

You didn't look back as you shut the door, but if you had, you would have seen the demon staring at you, face slack with shock, frozen.

Just for a moment, right before the door closed, he moved forward, and opened his mouth as if to speak.

And there was a flash of green in those black eyes.

Chase.

So! I had no idea this was happening until like 20 minutes ago!

Before I dive in: I absolutely love this video, and I’m so happy that Jack has decided to take his egos’ stories further like this. It’s beautifully shot, cleverly edited, wonderfully acted, and the premiere was just amazing. I’m so excited to see where this goes, even though I’d be perfectly happy to have this be all we get! Well done, Jack and team! I am astounded and impressed.

Now let’s talk lore:

Based on a first watch through, the story that I’m gathering so far is that Chase has been evicted from his home. This is the last straw for him, and to process, he goes to visit a place that is special to him. Now, this place is a cairn in the middle of the woods, a memorial to someone. While he’s there, grieving, suddenly he appears on a parking garage roof. He’s just as confused as we are...and afraid.

Let’s dig a bit deeper.

- The eviction notice

Served by the LA Sheriff’s department, this is an official notice to vacate the premisis, meaning that he’s been evicted from his home. It’s dated August 11th (or 14th, I’m not sure), and gives him until the end of the month to get out. Is he being evicted by his ex? Possibly, but also possible is that he’s been evicted for violating his tenant agreement, maybe with excessive drunken episodes or not taking care of the apartment well enough in his depressed state. I can’t make out the signature, but as it’s probably meant to be a judge’s, I’m not particularly bothered by that.

When Chase gets into his car, we see that it’s littered with fast food debris. It looks like he’s been living out of this thing. I don’t have much to say about that other than it’s a very good way of showing us his mental state before getting even more explicit about it. He’s not taking care of himself, or his car, because he can’t.

- In the car.

I want to talk about Chase’s costume change. 

Previously, he looked like this:

Childish and happy-go-lucky on the surface, covering his issues. This is him in his videos on Bro Average. It’s not a very serious look, because he’s not a very serious person.

Now he looks like this:

Much more toned down and adult, realistic. Serious. This is Chase off-camera, when he’s the real human being behind the screen, dealing with his life falling apart. I think it’s a fascinating character development, and I love it.

My favorite part of the video is this next bit.

Right before he breaks down, briefly, we see...

Someone else in the back seat. Someone in all black. Someone with Jack’s face.

Am I going to jump to the conclusion that this is Anti? Definitely. Is it possible that this is a manifestation of Chase’s concerns about that universe’s Jack who’s currently in a coma? Yep! Either interpretation is going to be interesting to play out.

- In the woods.

At the cairn, we see him put down this photo. Now, this could be two things: either, this is young Chase with his mother (probable, given the age of the photo) or this is Chase’s son with his ex, Stacey. Either way, this cairn marks the loss of the photo’s occupants. Now, I’m inclined to believe that this is Chase’s son’s memorial, because that would explain Chase’s depression and his ex’s leaving. This could also mean that Stacey is dead, but that wouldn’t make much sense lore-wise unless Jack is starting the story over completely. That would be interesting to watch, but would scrap all previous Chase appearances, so I doubt that’s what’s happening.

- The scene shift.

Before:

Alone and stripped of everything he had left, Chase is trying to decide what to do. He can’t go home, and he has nowhere else to go. This is a man who’s given up hope.

After:

Utter and complete shock. Confusion. Fear. He taps his chest and looks at his hands as if he’s questioning reality, wondering if he’s dreaming, but clearly he’s not.

I want to talk about the music cues for a second. The sentimental music of the forest scene fades away, and there’s tight, minor key strings through the entire finale, which is excellent for building hype and setting the scene. That, coupled with the sudden cut, brings the audience into Chase’s head without him having to say a word. We can clearly see and feel the confusion and panic, which quickly becomes fear, and even if we’re not sure what we’re afraid of, we know it’s something serious, and dangerous. We’re on the edge of our seats.

What happened here? We don’t really have enough info to go on, and I’m hoping there’s more to come, but my guess? Something followed him to the cairn. And something wanted something from him, and took him to the place where that can happen.

What brought him there? Whose memorial what that? Where are Chase’s friends? Where are his kids and ex? And most importantly...

What’s going on?