forum funking,,,,,,,,JEANUBIS
Started by @AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage
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@vidari-is-tired-in-advance group

my reaction reading the first part:

uwu is this gonna be the cute fluffiness that I crave so desperately uwu?

my reaction reading the second and third parts:

i am but a girl of shattered glass, destroyed by THE FUCKING ROCK YOU JUST THREW AT MY SOUL

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

I swear I'm working on part 4 I'm just.,h,,,,,struggling to decide which ending I should do and thus I cant write certain things,,h,,,,

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

Hey guys

Registered Dumbass™ here to tell u that I can finally continue on part 4 after trying to decide how I wanted it to end because I found an ending for this AU that I pre-wrote like weeks ago and forgot about it and it's just been sitting in my notes app so

anyway

Expect a post somewhat soon

@icecubes

PARS UNA

I do not believe he was born a psychopath or a murderer. I think he was quite susceptible to the horrors, more sensitive than the rest. However, I believe his fate was altered significantly. Sorry about that.

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

Oh yeah and for that one AU I was talking abt

I sit with my feet crossed, slouching heavily on the bench. My hands fidgeted absentmindedly, but I could feel someone's eyes on me. Did he follow me? I turn around, looking for his eyes, but find no one except passing faces. I sigh, realizing that I only looked because I was hoping tha-
"You look awfully paranoid for someone who isn't actually committing any crimes right now."
I whip around to find him sitting on the bench next to me. How did he get there so quietly, and how did I not notice him? He stared at the trains that passed by, but in a second he turned to me.
He looked painfully relaxed.
Almost…happy? Why did he look so genuine?
I study his face, knowing the only time I see a grin on it is when he's downed at least two bottles of whiskey. But now, he's almost completely sober. And…did he shave? God, no wonder I didn't notice him; I barely recognize him.
"What are you doing here?" I finally sput out, realizing I'd been starting in silence for a second too long.
"Hey, Anubis, I'm curious: what do you plan to do after you board that train? Where do you think it'll take you?"
"Where my ticket says, to-"
Jean shook his head.
"No, that's not what I mean. Where are you going?"
I stare at him blankly.
"I don't know, that's kind of the point."
Jean looked forward again, inhaling deeply.
"Have you ever thought about starting a family, Anubis? I mean, I know you're not into…all that, but you could still adopt. You ever think about being a father?"
I don't think I could have ever prepared myself for Jean to ask me something like that. It made me curious why he was asking, so I turn it around on him.
"I never really thought about it. Why?"
Jean doesn't look at me as he sighs. The distant sound of a train horn rings from far away, followed by its engine.
"I could never be a father. Even if I had the opportunity to escape this life, I couldn't imagine bringing a child into this world. Into my world."
The train sound grows closer and closer, nearing the station, but I don't think it plans on stopping; maybe it's not scheduled to stop here. Jean stands up, and I feel my heart drop, my stomach turn.
"Jean?"
"I think I've made my mark on this world. I've done what I did, and there's no turning back."
I look around, no one paid any attention to him, but I painfully recognized the sound of the words he spoke. Train tires started squeaking on the metal, ringing around the station.
"Jean, look at me."
He turned around and faced me.
"Don't worry, you're doing something good. You're starting all over, starting a new life. I respect that, I even envy it."
He took a few steps backward, causing me to follow him.
"GG, get away from the edge-"
"It's alright. It's okay. In fact, I'm doing you a favor. I'm helping you get rid of your past life. Now go. Start a family, Anubis. For me."
The train was so close now, it almost drowned out my voice.
"JEAN!"
He lifted his arms at chest level, leaning back and falling into the tracks, right as the train passed. I tried to reach for him, but it happened too fast. I recoil and cover my face as I try not to scream. Shocked sounds of the people around us resound as the train screeches to a stop. My hands shake and my heart practically jumps out of my chest. I turn around, not wanting to look when I realize my train was waiting for me on the other pair of tracks. What am I supposed to do now? If I stay, I miss my train to abandon everything from this life. But what would I be staying for? Police to finally return all the pieces of Jean so that I can confirm it's him? I think about what he said to me. Start a family? With who? It's not like I'm very family-oriented. Maybe he was high and I didn't notice. I shake, realizing I'm already on the train, the clueless conductor left the station before any authority could cancel other departures. It was already moving. I sit on a cold seat apart from everyone else, clutching my bags as I try to steady my breathing. Start a family…?

@icecubes

i held onto this story for too long and now i forgot what the fuck i wanted to write about im so sorry aloe i siked u out for no reason

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

Happy Anniversary of

The Incident

Here is an AU that I thought of by watching fan edits of shows I haven't seen or thought about in years!

It's Called
"Remember Remember" LFMAO

He walked behind me as I stood still in the middle of the room. For some reason, I felt like the room was smaller than it'd ever been. Now that their faces aren't visible, I felt big. I felt tall. I heard Anubis click his lighter behind me.
"I don't expect anything from you right now." He muttered, returning to my side. He stood next to me and pretended to care enough to watch their bodies with me. "But, if you wanna live, you should get out of here." He wasn't looking at me.
The smoke caught my eyes and nostrils, but already being so high, not much changed in my face. The front door had been left open and the fire quickly caught wind, spreading easily throughout the house. Within minutes, the place I once called my house became engulfed in flames.
"I'm going to leave before the police get here. I don't really care what you do."
Maybe he was just trying to fill the silence that I emanated from a lack of reaction. Maybe he wasn't even talking. Maybe none of this was actually real.
But it had to be.
The fire cracked and snapped a portion of the ceiling, sending it directly onto Anubis. The impact hit so bluntly that it snapped me out of my daze. I turned to see him lying on the floor, blood dripping from his head. He didn't stand up. Maybe I should have realized how much fire had surrounded us. Maybe I already knew. Wood and debris multiplied on the floor as I held my arms up to cover my face. An obstacle course formed between Anubis and me. I didn't want to leave him, but I was running out of options.
"Anubis!" I call out, attempting to wake him up. The lack of oxygen worked against me as I exhaled quickly. I carefully step over the burning wood and flames, struggling to also listen for falling ceiling and having one hit me against the shoulder. I jump away from it and place a hand on the area, feeling the violent heat of the sparks burn into my skin.
As I reach Anubis, he seems barely conscious, but his eyes were open. I didn't want to have to carry him, so I try to wake him up some more. I bend my knee, attempting to see if he was looking directly at me. He wasn't.
"Hey, you're getting out of here too." I utter, shaking him slightly. That probably wasn't a good idea. His eyes started to roll back in his head as I tap his face, trying to pull him back to consciousness. "Hey, no, keep your eyes ope-Anubis!"
I've lost him. I guess I'd have to drag him out of here. Luckily we had a clear path to the front door. I don't think I'd have any chance at lifting him completely off the ground; not without help, so instead I resort to pulling him out. Once we'd gotten far enough from the fire, I return to attempting to wake him up. Luckily, before a few minutes passed, his eyes started to open.
"Anubis, I need you to stand up. Can you do that?" I ask, still noticing his inability to look right at me.
"What?" He stammered out, genuine confusion filling his face.
"You hit your head, and I'm pretty sure you have a concussion. I need you to stand up so I can take you back home and treat it."
The look on his face told me he was trying to even identify who it was that was talking to him.
"I think I'm gonna throw up."
For fuck's sake. I grip his shoulder and pull him into a sitting position. With his confused help, he manages to get to his feet. I wrap his arms over me, trying to ignore the pains from him touching the burns on my shoulder as I half-drag him back to my car.

Something tells me he's never going to remember exactly how this evening ended, but I don't think I'm against that possibility.

@icecubes

50/50 chance of this concept being canon

The same room, every day, which had the same smell of artificial cinnamon. The only difference really, was the sun. Sometimes it hit this corner of the room, and then as the world revolves, the sun hits the other. I stared at the stream of light when a knock is placed upon my door.
"Olliver?"
"Yeah?" I replied.
"Mail, honey," she exclaimed, opening the door to hand me a few slips of envelopes. "Breakfast will be ready by the time you finish reading those, I think."
As she leaves, I slide my finger under the flap and tear the first letter open. Something about school and prom. A quick scan and a quick toss in the trash. That's how it was for the next two, but the last one had no return address. It was handwritten as well. Upon opening the letter, I discovered what looked like a ransom note. It wasn't, though.
Dear Olliver,
How are you, my boy? We have much to discuss. Will you meet me at the left end of the pond at the local park near the yellow tree? Tomorrow, at around 5 pm?
Love,
Dad
Love fucking what now?
I scrambled downstairs in a hurry. "Mom, is this some kind of fucking joke?" I shoved the letter in her face.
"Sweetie, calm down. Let me see." Her eyes moved over the paper, the expression slowly changing into fear. "If you decide to go, I'd bring a knife just in case, Is that clear?"
I sat down at the breakfast table. Sammi kept asking us what was going us, but we shushed her. "You think it's real?"
"I don't know, Olli. He's been gone for years and never talked to me. But, the slight chance it is real?"
"Why do I owe it to him to meet him?"
Mom sighed, placing the fork down on the table gently. She looked me straight in the eye. In the most serious tone, she said, "You owe him nothing, you hear? But he owes God something. And if God wants you to go - go. He's saying something."
I furrowed my brows. A silence weighed heavily upon us as the fight between the spiritual world and reality. I guess the spirits won that time.

The grass smushed under my feet. I don't go to this park that often, but when I do, it never fails to amaze me. The green of Ohio was the only good thing about this shitty state. Eventually, I end up at the pond, the white clouds reflected in the calm waters. I see someone else approaching, but he looked familiar. Wait.
"Kris Jenner?" I called to him. "You're my dad?"
"Your d- no, what the fuck? Are you mine?" he said in disbelief.
"I'm literally younger than you," I laughed. "Is this a prank from Jean?"
Another voice came up behind us. "I don't know who Jean is, but no, it's not a prank." We twirled around in shock to stare at a man who looked awfully like Kris. Way too much like Kris.
"Wait, Kris, you're a half brother?" I don't even know how to feel right now. "Wait, he's my brother? What?"
Kris ignored me. All he did was take one good look at the strange man who claims his fathership to us and threw a punch at him. He fell to the ground. "You left my mom."
"You left both our moms," I muttered, not looking at the man.
"I'm sorry. I have issues, okay? I'm trying to fix things." He tried to get back up, but Kris kept him down.
"We have issues because of you!" Kris yelled.
"We?" I said. "Okay, okay Kris, don't, let's hear the man out. We have no obligation to him, but he does to us, so let's just, hear him out, okay?"
Kris looked at me, getting closer to my face. "Why should I fucking listen to you?"
"Because I'm your fucking brother apparently, so man the fuck up, would you?"
Kris allowed the man to stand up and brush himself off. "You two know each other?" he said. "Anyway… my name is Jack, I don't know if you know. I am the biological father of both of you."