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Bllk x Reader - Headcannons!! [MasterList]

ft. Rin, Shidou, Sae, Niko, Kaiser, Ness, Otoya, Karasu, Reo Catchups: Nagi, Ego

-> First Encounters

-> Second Encounters

-> Birthday Gifts

-> Bllk as your Roommate

-> Their reaction to a kiss on the cheek

-> If you watch their game

-> Valentines Special [Wattpad Exclusive!!]

-> Telling them you're busy

-> First date [pt.1] + (Rin, Shidou, Sae)

-> First date [pt.2] + (Niko, Kaiser, Ness)

-> First date [pt.3] + (Otoya, Karasu, Reo)

-> Sending Love Letters [pt.1] + (Rin, Shidou, Sae, Niko, Kaiser)

-> Sending Love Letters [pt.2] + (Ness, Otoya, Karasu, Reo)

-> Easter Special [Wattpad Exclusive!!]

-> Receiving Love Letters [pt.1] + (Rin, Shidou, Sae, Niko, Kaiser)

-> Receiving Love Letters [pt.2] + (Ness, Otoya, Karasu, Reo)

-> Nagi Catchup

-> Ego Catchup

-> "Come over he's gone" - PRANK (SMAU) + Regulars + Isagi + Charles

Ego - Catchup!! - [BLLK X READER SCENARIOS]

Staring: Ego x f!reader

[ BLLK Scenario Masterlist ]

TW: heavy ooc, bad grammar, bad spelling, bad formatting, cringe, scuff, etc.

>First Encounter

You took a sip of your drink, sitting at the short table by the cafe door, people crowding around the small shop, i suppose around this time is rush hour, after all.

“This is fine! Perfectly normal, nothing to see here….” you typed away gibberish on your notes app to seem busy, and hope that no one would talk to you. Specifically the weird man standing in the corner, who’s been staring at you for the past 4 minutes. You’re not even sure if he’s blinked… 

“I should really get outta here… is he STILL staring at me???? Alright im out-” you thought to yourself, and got ready to leave. But not before Mr. Mysterious-Man sat down across the table.

“Hello.” he stared right into your eyes. You levitated above your seat, half-way through standing up

“Hi…?” you smiled awkwardly, sitting back down as if it wasn’t a choice. He looked like he’d kill you if he did. And that bowl cut wasn’t helping-

“Do I know you?” you asked, quickly examining the man

“No. This is our first interaction. It’s nice to meet you, [Y/N] [L/N].” the man smiled, showing off his eerily straight teeth and pitch black eyes, extending a hand.

A shiver went down your spine at the sight, but you shook his hand anyway. “Haha… how do you know my name? Mr…?”

“Jinpachi.” he stated, his eyes never once leaving yours “Ego Jinpachi. I’m the director of Project Blue Lock. And you are the renowned [Y/N], correct? You were the pride and joy of Japan’s soccer at your peak, then you disappeared and your contracts were terminated. It’s been a while since anyone has seen you.”

It was creepy. How much did this man know about you??

“Yea… something like that” you muttered, sipping your drink again 

“I’m a big fan.” he stated, (which you did not believe at all) “I have your ‘ Birthday Special ! Plushie ’.”

“Oh!” that caught you off guard-... 

Ego slid you a business card, “You should work alongside me on Project Blue Lock. I assure you, there are many benefits.” he stood up and bowed, “Please send an email if you’re interested.”

And with that, the man left the cafe. Leaving you at your little coffee table alone.

There were still many people around, the whole interaction only lasted max 6 minutes anyway, but those were easily the most interesting 6 minutes since you ended your career.

You stood up and took the business card, flipping it around in your hands

“Project Blue Lock / Blue Lock: Project Word-Champion [Blue Lock: PWC] / Blue Lock TV [BLTV] ”

That many projects? Surely working on those would bring good money, right? You wondered how long your savings could support you before you would eventually need a job again…

“ bluelock-pwc-tv-office@hotmail.com ” 

“ ego.jin331@hotmail.com ” 

He had crossed out the official business email, and written his own/personal one instead… 

You pocketed the card, picked up your drink and went on your way. But maybe, just maybe you’ll send him an email. It didn’t sound like a terrible idea anyway….

>Second Encounters 

You stepped through the automated double doors, blue pentagons decorating the room

“Hey Ego” you greeted, looked around the dark room filled with monitors and file cabinets 

“Hello, Ms.[Y/N]. I’m glad to see you’ve taken up my offer after all.” he spun around in his wheely chair like the anime villain he is. “I’m sure Anri has greeted you well?”

Anri nodded eagerly beside you, “Yes! I gave her a map of the place, drinks, food, my number, and a master keycard!”

“Good good. Ego stood up before you, looking into your eyes for a good few seconds before deciding to speak again. “Please make yourself comfortable, Anri will guide you to your room, I’ll be in here if you need me.” Ego when back to his chair, redirecting his attention to the monitors.

You followed Anri through the halls, trying to remember your steps(which was hard in such a repetitive building…) 

“So, Ms.[Y/N], do you think I could get your autograph after!?” she looked at you with stars in your eyes “Oh and one for Ego too- I think he’s too embarrassed to ask you” she laughed

“Sure!” you laughed as well, “And no need for the ‘ms’.”

Anri nodded “Alright then. This is your room” she opened the door and showed you inside “It’s pretty spacey, feel free to decorate as you wish! My room is just down the hall, and Ego’s is across from mine. Please let me know if there’s anything you need.”

You hummed an acknowledgement, looking around the room. “Here” you took two of the business cards on the nightstand and signed them, handing them to Anri. “For your’s and Ego’s troubles”

She smiled and took them happily “Thank you! I’ll be sure to give one to him today. And don’t worry too much! Ego’s been pretty happy having you around, he’s been checking his email every hour since the first day you guys met, LOL!” she laughed at the memory “He’s also been worrying about welcoming gifts or something- he was asking me if girls like flowers and whatnot… you do like them right? Actually don’t answer that- he already bought them, haha…”

You tried to hide an amused smile, “Alright, I’ll have to ask him about it”

She nodded before making her way out your room “Mhm! I’ll see you around!” 

You waved at her as she closed the door, now alone in your new room. You wondered how the rest of your time here at Blue Lock would go…

BONUS

You looked around the halls, which one was this? Surely your room was one of these… right?

“This one!” you grabbed the doorknob with blind confidence, and put your full body weight on the door and pushed.

Un(fortunately), that’s was not your room.

You fell to the ground, overestimating how heavy the door is. “Ow…” you swore under your breath, even though it didn’t hurt at all- (A/N: please tell me i'm not the only person that does this-...)

“You okay?” 

You looked up at the man staring down at you, “WTF HE LOOKS LIKE HE’S GONNA KILL ME???”

Ego squatted down and tilted his head “Not injured are you?”

“I-nono im good” you sat up quickly and brushed yourself off

Ego nodded, “did you need something?”

“Oh uhm… nope! I’ll figure it out.” you insisted. You couldn’t let Ego know you got lost! How pathetic would he think you are!?

“Ok, well the door’s there.”

“Yup ok! Sorry….!”

You smiled awkwardly while mentally panicking as you make your way out

“Here.” Ego spat out quickly, shoving a bouquet in your hands, before pushing you out the door. You didn’t get a good look at his face, but that was probably bc he was turned away from you ;)

>Birthday gifts from him

This man either gets you the bare minimum because he was busy til last second, or went all out and got you everything you wanted. Depends on how busy he was.

He knows nothing about throwing you a party, or going out, so Anri went with you instead(if you wanted to)

Ego doesn’t quite understand the point in cakes, but he knew you wanted one, so he went to the grocery store and bought the first one he saw (he knows nothing about cakes)

Anri had him put on a party hat and one of those party blower things (yk, the ones that shoot out then curl back in like a snail? Yea, just the thought of him with one of those amuse me.

He probably just gave you his (black?)card and told you to buy whatever you wanted. If you asked him to go with you to the mall he would, but he would REFUSE to carry your bags. “ you were the one who bought it. ” or smt like that… but if you bother him enough, he wouldn’t mind carrying a few ;)

>Roommate

This man, cannot clean for the life of him

Actually no, he is very capable of it, he just can’t be bothered too….

At first you tried to get him to clean, but eventually gave up after he waved you off and said he’d do it later, for the 5th time….

He doesn't say it often, but he’s really grateful that you clean for him, and his thanks come in the form of surprise take out food when you get back from work

You tried to figure out his sleep schedule, but everytime you checked he’d be awake. 1pm? Awake. 11pm? Awake. 4am? Awake. 

You asked him when he sleeps, and he just shrugged

After living with you though, his schedule started to change. You wouldn’t know it, but Ego now sleeps a bit after you do, and wakes up just before. 

And he will glare at you if you wake him up.

Will refuse to eat anything but instant ramen. But on VERY special occasions, he’ll make and exception for the food you cook. This happens around 3 times a year-

Ego will also steal any and all snack you bought, nor does he read any sticknotes you may’ve stuck on your food.

Doesn’t go out often, and doesn’t tell you when he does.

His living habits go through phases of months, he’ll be super healthy for a while, just to throw himself into work the next few months, this man does not know the work “consistent” when it comes to work or life

>Kiss on the cheek

This man reacts fastttt, his eyes widened before you were off him.

He whipped his head around to stare at you, face in pure shock. He just stands there with wide eyes.

It takes a bit before he can form any kind of thought, but he’ll grab your waist and pull you in, resting his head either on your head or in your nape, but he won’t say anything

I don’t think this man has had affection before 😭

He’ll return a quick kiss on your neck too ;)

>Watching his game

You insisted on watching one of the NEL games with Ego, and he finally gave in.

“I don’t understand why you’re making this such a big deal.” Ego stood a bit behind you while you set up popcorn, drinks and blankets behind the one-way glass Ego said you had to watch behind.

“Cmon, it’ll be fun!” You fluffed up the pillows and sat down, opening a bag of your sour patch kids (A/N: u better like sourpatchkids.) 

Ego hesitated before sitting down beside you (closer than he usually does with other, how strange...) and snatching your candy, keeping his eyes on the game.

You frowned and pouted at him for a bit, before grabbing one of the two popcorn bags and tearing it open.

Which Ego also snatched-

He plucked a piece of popcorn and popped it in his mouth. Before spitting it out and coughing.

“HAHAHHAILWUEHFAILEFLMAOOOOOOO” you laughed at him, tearing up almost

“SHUT UP.” he glared at you “You’re disgusting for liking butter.”

“No, I’m normal. You’re a psychopath for liking yours plain.”

He rolled his eyes in response before grabbing the other bag, and enjoying his unbuttered popcorn in peace.

You two watched the game, making comments and analyzing the game as it unfolded.

“Look at that old dog, he’s actually so ass.” Ego spat

“NOEL NOA????”

“Did I stutter?”

“...ur just jealous”

“No im not.”

“You totally are. He’s better than you, admit it”

“NO HE’S NOT.”

“YES HE IS”

And oh look at that! While you two were arguing, somehow the space between you guys shrank? 👀

I’m sure one of you two will notice when you guys stop arguing, which will be soon, right?...

SEPARATE (ALTERNATIVE)

You stared at the laptop screen intently, watching the striker run across the field.

Your door was closed and your lights were off, you hoped that no one would think you’d be awake, despite it being 10am-...

It was so hard to find videos of Ego. It was mentioned that he was pro at one point, but there was nothing on the first page of google about his soccer career! 

But finally you found a video, so yes you were gonna watch it.

“[Y/N]” Ego practically threw your door open “Wake-... What are you watching?”

You had slammed the laptop shut and shoved it under your pillow, laughing awkwardly “Nothing!”

He glared at you. He’s not buying sh%t.

“ EGO JINPACHI SCORESSSS ” your laptop blares 

Shit.

“[Y/N]. WHAT ARE YOU WATCHING”

He gets closer to you, his eyes almost bulging out of his head. “[Y/N].!?”

BONUS

“Ego, you okay?” Enri looked concerningly at the man. He’d been sitting there with his head in his hands, and is he… blushing???

“Anri. She found it…”

“Your secret collection of her merch?”

“nO-”

>Telling him you’re busy

Usually Ego was the one busy, he rarely had time for you. You decided to get him back and pretend that you were busy the next time he asked

__________________

Bowl Cut Boy ♡ Thursday 21:30 getting Ramen. 

You Okk, have fun!

Bowl Cut Boy ♡ ?

You ???

Bowl Cut Boy ♡ Fine ill pick you up.

You OH U WANTED ME TO GO W/U?? Sorry im busy lol

Bowl Cut Boy ♡ ? At 9pm?????

You Wait 21:30 is 9:30pm??? oops

Bowl Cut Boy ♡ Dumbass. Get there yourself.

You >:(

___________________

>First Date

“A… Date?” you looked at Ego, still processing his bluntness

“Yes. Anri kept bothering me about it. Are you interested?”

“Uhm…. Yea! Sure i am!”

“Great. I’ll come pick you up later.”

You nodded as Ego went off. You hadn’t moved an inch, still trying to figure out what just happened “Holy sh%t- I HAVE A DATE WITH EGO.” you tried to calm yourself as you returned to your room.

“Wait- what time did he say? HE DIDN’T TELL ME WHEN. OR WHERE. IS IT EVEN TODAY????”

You dug through your closet, but it was hard putting together an outfit when you had no clue where you were going. 

Finally, you picked an outfit you were happy with. Ego probably didn’t pick a very fancy place. Unless he did- you supposed he’d pick something ‘traditional’ to get it over with… it probably wasn’t gonna be a ‘fun’ date to the aquarium or anything…. Unless he did because Anri told him to- Aghhh this man told you nothing! This ‘date’ was truly a wildcard.

You fell back on your bed, sighing. Whatever happens, at least you picked an fit! That’s a good start.

“[Y/N].” you heard a knock at the door “Let’s go.”

WHAT. ALREADY??? HOW LONG DID YOU SPEND PICKING WHAT TO WEAR- oh it’s been like 3 hours already. It was 5pm, so probably not a dinner date.

Ego opened the door, and saw you in your sloth state. You wondered if it’d be worth the hassle to explain the situation. “Cmon.” He grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you out your room.

“Wait- I should probably change-...”

“You’ll be fine. It’s nothing fancy.”

You went along with him (not that it was much a choice)

Ego opened the taxi doors for you, “Get in.” you did as he said and he sat beside you. You wondered if Ego had a drivers licence at all-

“Home depot.” he spoke to the driver

“HOME DEPOT??? DOES THAT EVEN COUNT AS A DATE??” but you said nothing as the car made it’s way over

Ego was staring at you, and spoke up suddenly “What’s wrong.” it came out more as a demand then a question

“Nothing nothing! I’m fine.”

He glared at you

“... I’m just sad I didn't get to wear the outfit I was planning, that’s all….” you laughed, waving it off

“You can wear it when we get back, can’t you? And you look fine, don’t worry about it.”

He put a hand on your thy (or if ur uncomfy, he just nudged you) and squeezed it gently. Ego would never admit he thinks your day to day/casual wear looked the best on you.

“Easy for you to say” you mumbled under your breath, “you wear the same thing everyday…”

Ego glared at you. Clearly displeased. 

Luckily for you, the car had come to a stop. You both exited the taxi as you said a quick “thank you” and Ego paid.

You really were at Home Depot.

Ego didn’t hesitate before going in, so you followed. He looked like he’d been here 20+ times, walking past all the isles to get to wherever he was going. Which turned out to be the ‘House Plants’ section

“Anri said I need to touch grass more often. This is basically the same thing.” he grabbed a potted succulent 

You looked at him, then the plant, then back at him. “He’s serious isn’t he-...” 

“Is there anything you want?” He looked at you, examining your body language 

“From Home Depot? Not really-” You thought to yourself if there was anything. 

“Here.” Ego grabbed another succulent, similar but shorter than his, “Now were matching.”

You tried to process what he just said, but he was already walking towards the cashier.

You’re MATCHING… with EGO. As you walked, the paint section caught your eye. A quick peak wouldn’t hurt! Ego wouldn’t even notice if you made it quick.

You ducked into the isle, there were many kinds of paint and other kid’s crafts. You picked up a pack of googly eyes and small bottles of paint. Your succulent deserved to be beautiful.

Alright, now time to go find Ego again. You turned around and- “AHHGHAH. HI EGO??” 

WAS HE RIGHT BEHIND YOU THIS WHOLE TIME????

He looked at the items in your hand, and took them in his own. “Is that all?”

You nodded as he headed back towards the exit. Ego paid for everything and led you back to a cab. “I assume you want to decorate your plant?”

“Yes that’s right” you nodded “Would you be interested in joining me…?”

Ego thought for a second, “Sure.”

You gave an amused smile, watching Ego do a kids’ craft was definitely something to look forward to.

“Great, just try to make it something that isn’t soccer themed, yea?”

“... You’re expecting too much.”

>Sending Love Letters

The BLLK vs U-20 game just ended a few days ago. And that’s great and all, but that also means your contract of partnership has expired. In other words- you’re done with Blue Lock.

Were you very happy about that? No, you’d miss seeing Anri and Ego everyday (definitely NOT mainly ego), the weirdly not terrible cafeteria food, you’d say your little succulent but you got to take him with you. 

The plant including all your other belongings had almost all been packed, you were ready to go at any moment.

And you would, soon. Right after you dropped off a letter to Ego. Which was Anri’s idea- something about “Ego’s never been so inlove!” and “You might never see him again!” 

Ignoring the first part, she did have a point. So here you stood, love letter in your hands, slipping under Ego’s office door.

You sighed. You really were ready to leave now. You did a last tour of the building, you had learnt your way around these cold halls. Whatever. It was time to go.

You threw on a bag and glanced at all your boxes, sitting stacked in your room. Anri said they’d ship it over, but you wondered if your little apartment could hold that many things.

Whatever, you’ll figure it out when you get home…

>Receiving Love Letters

The halls didn’t feel quite as scary as they used to, as you made your way one last time through them towards the exit. Taking some last moments to yourself, letting go was a part of life, you didn't expect to stay here forever. This was a good chapter of your life, you were happy to have been invited to Blue Lock in the first place. 

So why was it that when you were finally ready to go, THE DAMN DOORS WOULDN’T OPEN??

It’s not like you could pry them open, these were supposed to be automatic! “Automatic my ass….”

You frowned, it was not worth the loss of aura to try and break it open. Or maybe it was worth a shot… no one’s watching anyway right? Right… Wrong.

“[Y/N]” Ego stood behind you, oh god this man was everywhere you were. 

“Ego! The door won’t open…” you gestured awkwardly 

“I know. I turned it off to stop you from leaving”

What.!?

He handed you a folded piece of paper (that was clearly rushed from both the handwriting and ripped edges) and encouraged you to read it 

You gave him a confused look before opening it and skimming it quickly.

“Don’t go.... enjoyed our time ... I like you too…. reNEW YOUR CONTRACT.??” 

You mentally read to yourself, jaw on the floor. Maybe you should probably read the whole thing. Which you managed to do pretty quickly.

“Well? Does that make sense to you?” Ego asked, trying to understand your thoughts

You gave a hesitant nod, “Yea.. so does that mean my contract’s renewed? I get to continue working on BlueLock with you…?”

God that sounded cringe….

Ego nodded “If you’d like.”

You smiled, “I’d love to.”

BONUS

Anri watched from the security cameras “Ahhhrgh! Are they just going to ignore the fact that they both just declared their love for each other!!!”

She slumped down on the chair “God these two are hopeless…”

A/N: Ego catchup! This was requested on wattpad, but thought i'd post it here too, bc im not sure if there's much x ego content... least theres NONE on wattpad LMAO. if you look for it, it give you reader x diego (from iceage) which i thought was dope.

"Come Over He's Gone" - PRANK [SMAU]

Staring: Rin, Shidou, Saee niko, kaiser, ness, otoya, karasu, reo, isagi, charles

[ BLLK Scenario Masterlist ]

TW: swearing suggestive comments, suic1de jokes, heavy ooc, bad grammar, bad spelling, bad formatting, cringe, scuff, etc.

Rin

Shidou

Sae

Niko

Kaiser

Ness

Otoya

Karasu

Reo

Nagi

Ego

Isagi

Charles

A/N: Thoughts? maybe i should've put all the images together so you can scroll through them... lemme know if you'd like that!

I wanna try more smaus in the future, so im playing around with different applications, so lemme know what u think of this style! (insta)

I don't usally get much engagement(comments/asks/etc.) over here on tumblr, so im not expecting much, but lemme know if u have any strong opinions!

“HIS RED FLAGS” - PART 4 - what does he do that make him an obvious red flag?

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ headcanon

࿐*ೃ feat : rensuke kunigami , jinpachi ego , eita otoya , jyubei aryu

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, angst

࿐*ೃ trigger warning : toxic relationship

RENSUKE KUNIGAMI [WILDCARD]

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ It doesn't take you long to realize how distant you are with your boyfriend, Rensuke. He no longer contacts you, texts you 'good morning' and 'good night', no late-night calls. He ghosts you out of nowhere which make you worried. Even though now he is allowed to call anyone during his stay in Blue Lock Program. When you come over to visit him at Blue Lock facility, Rensuke pretends like he has never met you and avoid you. You confront him about it and at that point, you realize you're talking to a different person- he isn't your boyfriend. He is cold-hearted, ruthless, stoic and harsh toward you. He never raise his voice at you but his venomous words still stung your heart. He hurts your feelings on purpose, he tells you the last things you would ever hear from him. Though you shed tears in front of him, he never hug you or comfort you. You can't feel his comfortable warmth and gentle kindness anymore. In the end, he discards you from his life like you mean nothing to him.

"You mean nothing to me. Never appear before me again."

"This relationship is a waste of time."

JINPACHI EGO

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Jin is emotionally detached from you. He can't feel your emotions which make it difficult for him to comprehend your emotional state. When you're upset, he never bother to comfort you because he doesn't know what is upsetting you. He tries to provide consolation, only for his words to come out wrong and you misunderstanding his intention. This always results with you arguing with him and him never show the effort to console or win your heart back. In fact, he becomes harsher toward you. At some point, he gets annoyed with the constant argument and your breakdown that he decides to end the relationship without properly explaining everything to you first.

"You're stupid for crying over such thing."

"You're not insecure, you just don't have enough confidence."

"Stop getting upset over every little inconvenience."

EITA OTOYA

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ He is basically Oliver 2.0 except that he never bother to hide the fact he wants to cheat from the beginning. If Oliver is being subtle before exposing his real intention, Eita straight out cheats in front of you. You lose count on how many times you see him staring at other people from the beginning you both start dating. He only focuses on you when you ask him for a kiss and he is more than willing to give you one. But much to your misfortune, you know those lips are the same lips that kiss his other scandals. He is not ashamed of the fact he is cheating on you. This fact is as clear as day. He even kisses one of his scandals in front of you and introduces you as his friend. He knows you are too kind to prohibit him from cheating because you love him a lot. His relationship with you only happen on impulse. He never care about your feelings since he lacks emotional attachment.

"You don't like my attitude? Okay, then. Let's break up."

"We're not married so I don't belong to you."

JYUBEI ARYU

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ He doesn't exactly have prominent red flags that make him an entirely toxic person but some part of his behavior irritates you sometime. He loves his appearance and his hair is his pride and joy. He wants you look good as well so sometime he offers you advice on fashion and dressing style. He keeps pestering you to take good care of your appearance until you get very annoyed with him. This gets really bad to the extent you feel like he never appreciate you for who you are and try to turn you into his ideal lover who can stand on the same level as him. He tells you to follow his steps so you can become as stylish at him. It gets irritating really irritating that sometime you treat him harshly. Even though he actually means well and only wishes to bring out the best from you.

"Hey, (Name), I bought this new skincare product. It can help with your acne problem."

"I'm not...saying you look hideous. I just want my love to look good."

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this headcanon! likes, interaction and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

“EXPECTING” she delivered a surprise to him

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : jinpachi ego

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, fluff

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ THE Blue Lock facility was just as imposing and intense as you remembered. Even with the countless visits you'd made to see Jinpachi Ego, your husband, the atmosphere inside never failed to make you feel like you were stepping into some grand, high-stakes war room. It was eerily quiet today, though. You guessed that meant the boys were out on the field, which made sense since Jinpachi was holed up in the observation room, glued to the giant screens monitoring each of their movements.

"Hey, Jin," you called out as you saunter into the room, casually leaning against the doorframe. Your voice cut through the silence, and you watched as his head snapped toward you, the ever-present dark circles under his eyes looking more prominent than usual. His focus wavered for just a moment, and you relished that little distraction.

"Shouldn't you be off doing something other than lounging around watching a bunch of sweaty teenagers kick a ball?" you teased, eyeing him up and down. As always, his fashion choices were... questionable at best. His lanky figure was dressed in his usual casual attire-black shirt, jeans, and the bolo tie that seemed to have permanently attached itself to his neck. His Crocs squeaked as he turned in his chair to face you fully, hands still poised over his tablet.

Jinpachi pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, raising an eyebrow at your entrance. "Shouldn't you be doing something more productive than pestering me in the middle of my life's work?"

You scoffed, flicking your hair over your shoulder. "Oh, please. Like I'd miss out on an opportunity to make fun of you. I mean, you're practically a caricature of a soccer coach at this point."

He narrowed his eyes, as if considering a comeback, but ultimately shrugged, his focus already returning to the monitors in front of him. "What brings you here, anyway? Don't you have things to do?"

"Oh, I do," you said. "But I figured I'd do my civic duty and check on my poor, neglected husband. Make sure you're still alive and not buried under a pile of instant noodle cups."

"Your concern is touching," he deadpanned, eyes still glued to the screen, tracking a particular player. "I haven't died of malnutrition yet, so you can stop worrying. Now, unless you have an actual reason for being here-"

You rolled your eyes, but a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your lips. The banter was fun, sure, but you hadn't come here just for that. This was a big moment, and the anticipation of revealing your news made your palms slightly sweaty.

"I have a reason," you admitted, stepping further into the room. You dug into your bag and pulled out a small plastic bag, nonchalantly tossing it onto his desk. Jinpachi didn't even look at it at first, too busy tapping something on his screen. Typical.

It took a few seconds before he glanced down at the bag. His hand froze mid-tap. His eyes flickered back and forth between the plastic bag and your face, obviously confused.

"What is this?" he asked flatly, eyebrows furrowing together in that adorably clueless way that you found so endearing.

You couldn't help the smirk that spread across your face as you crossed your arms, waiting for him to connect the dots. He was smart, but you knew he wouldn't get it right away.

"Well, dear genius husband of mine, I'd think it's pretty obvious."

His eyes narrowed again, this time studying the contents more closely. The realization started to dawn, and you saw his eyebrows lift just slightly. "Who's carrying the demon spawn?"

You nearly burst out laughing, but you managed to keep your composure long enough to reply. "Me, you idiot."

There was a brief moment of silence as Jinpachi just stared at you. His face, which usually bore the expression of someone who had seen too much in life, remained completely blank. Then, without missing a beat, he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. "Sucks to be you."

You let out a loud laugh, almost doubling over at the audacity. "Seriously? That's your reaction? 'Sucks to be you'? Unbelievable."

But he wasn't done. "Well, it's not my body that has to go through nine months of hell," he stated, almost smugly, though you could tell from the twitch in his cheek that he was just as stunned as you expected him to be. His cool exterior was probably the only thing stopping him from actually freaking out.

You rolled your eyes and walked over to him, leaning down to pinch his cheek-hard. "Listen here, you smug noodle-loving stick figure, you are not going to miss out on this. Every appointment, every scan, every time the doctor tells us what to expect-you're coming with me."

He winced slightly at the pinch but didn't pull away. "What if I'm busy shaping Japan's future soccer geniuses?" he quipped, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice now.

"Nope. Don't care," you responded, releasing his cheek but poking his shoulder for emphasis. "You are not skipping a single thing. We're in this together, Jinpachi."

He glanced away, scratching his neck-a tell-tale sign that he was annoyed, or more likely in this case, unsure how to process the information. "Fine," he muttered, his tone nonchalant, but you knew him well enough to catch the way his fingers curled just a little tighter around the tablet. "I'll come. Just don't expect me to, I don't know, do yoga or something ridiculous."

You snorted. "Yeah, like I'm going to let you anywhere near a yoga mat. I can barely trust you with a fork."

He gave you a dry look, but there was a faint smirk on his lips now.

You knew he was internally processing the magnitude of the news, even as he tried to play it cool. Jinpachi was never one to show too much emotion, especially not in a high-stakes environment like this. You could almost see the gears turning in his head, calculating how this would affect his meticulously structured life.

"Seriously, though," you spoke, trying to shift the mood a little, "I know this is a lot, but think about it. You'll have someone to mold into a future soccer star. It will take a while though."

He raised an eyebrow, an incredulous look crossing his face. "Mold? Is that really the word you want to use? I'd prefer 'cultivate' or 'develop.'"

You laughed again, shaking your head. "Whatever you want to call it, you know you'll be a great dad. Just look at how you handle the players here."

"Yeah, by constantly pushing them to their limits. I'm not sure that's the best parenting method."

"Oh, come on!" you shot back, amused. "It's either that or be a total softie. I'm sure we can balance it out. You can be the tough love dad while I take care of the cuddles."

He rolled his eyes but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching again. "That's a terrifying thought, honestly."

"Yeah? Well, get used to it. This is happening." You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You're going to be a dad, and I can't wait for you to experience all the joys-and chaos-that come with it."

His expression softened for just a moment as he regarded you, the seriousness of the situation creeping into his usual façade of confidence. "I suppose there are worse things than being a dad," he admitted, almost begrudgingly. "I just hope this kid doesn't inherit my inability to function outside of soccer."

You chuckled, the warmth of the moment settling around you. "I think we both know they'll be a soccer prodigy with you as their dad. But maybe we can throw in some art classes or something, just to balance it out?"

He scrunched his nose in distaste. "Art? Ugh. I don't feel like producing a piece of art."

You nudged him playfully. "See, this is what I mean! You need to open your horizons. You can't just be all soccer all the time. What about cooking classes?"

"Cooking classes? Are you serious?" he asked incredulously. "If I wanted to poison our child, I'd just let them eat my cooking."

"Oh, don't act like you can't cook." you challenged, smirking at him. "You're just too stubborn to learn anything outside of instant noodles."

"Instant noodles are an art form," he shot back, crossing his arms defensively. "Besides, if it's not in my contract, it's not my concern."

You rolled your eyes again, though your heart swelled with affection for him. His quirks and stubbornness were part of what made him so uniquely him. "Well, I think you'll have to make some adjustments in your schedule, Mister 'Nothing but soccer.'"

He sighed dramatically, though the corners of his mouth curled upward. "I'll think about it," he said, his voice dry as ever. But you noticed that glint in his eye, the one he always got when he was secretly pleased with something.

"Thinking about it isn't good enough," you countered, narrowing your eyes playfully as you leaned in closer. "You're going to be there for all of it. And when our kid asks you for help with their homework, you better know the answer. No slacking off with the whole 'I only care about soccer' excuse."

"No, you'll do the teaching."

You almost choked on your breath. "What a nightmare..imagine ME, teaching math? Do you want me to fail our child?"

You poked him in the ribs, enjoying the rare moment where you could tease him into a corner. "You better brush up. No instant noodles or spreadsheets will save you when that time comes."

Jinpachi sighed theatrically, pushing his glasses up again, a smirk barely visible at the corners of his lips. "I'll consider it a challenge. Though, I'm not responsible if our child grows up with a warped sense of humor."

"Oh, please," you snorted. "With me as their mom, they'll be perfectly balanced. It's you I'm worried about. You're going to corrupt them with your twisted soccer fanaticism."

He tilted his head, fixing you with a mock-serious stare. "And what, exactly, would be wrong with that?"

"Everything," you replied, matching his intensity. "Because if you think I'm going to sit through endless hours of soccer drills, you've got another thing coming. I'll make sure they're into something else, too. Maybe theater or art, just to mess with you."

The idea visibly made Jinpachi twitch. "Our child doing theater... Horrifying."

You grinned wickedly. "Exactly. And you'll love it."

Jinpachi shook his head, but the fondness in his eyes couldn't be mistaken. You could see it now, peeking through the cracks of his cool exterior. He wasn't just some cold, calculating football genius; he was also the man you fell in love with-quirky, egotistical, yes, but full of hidden warmth that he saved just for you.

A comfortable silence settled between you both for a moment. The only sound in the room was the faint hum of the monitors and the occasional scribble of his stylus on the tablet. You stood there, watching him work for a bit.

You were going to have a baby-his baby. You weren't sure what kind of father Jinpachi would be, but you knew one thing for certain: he would approach it with the same passion he had for everything else.

After a few minutes, you finally broke the silence. "So, when do you think you'll be free to come to the first appointment?" you asked, keeping your tone light but serious.

He glanced up at you, pushing his glasses up again-a nervous habit of his when he was thinking. "I'll make time," he said simply, almost nonchalantly, though you could tell he meant it. "I'm not missing it. I'll put it in my calendar. Between strategy meetings, of course."

You raised an eyebrow. "Between strategy meetings? Really? You're prioritizing strategy over me and your future child?"

"Don't twist my words," he shot back, smirking. "I'll be there. I can multitask."

"Sure, sure," you teased, though you knew he would keep his word. "And make sure to bring something that isn't noodles when we go. I'm not sharing my snacks with you."

He made a face, clearly displeased by the thought. "You're cruel."

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound filling the room. "I'm just preparing you for parenthood, Jinpachi. You'll have to learn to share eventually."

He rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the small smile tugging at his lips. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Oh, absolutely," you replied, grinning. "I'm going to hold this over your head for the rest of your life."

Jinpachi sighed, leaning back in his chair again. "Of course you are."

You placed a hand on your stomach. It wasn't just about teasing him or watching him squirm, though that was always a fun bonus. You were building a life together, and this was just the beginning of something incredible.

"Ready for the ride, Jin?" you asked, a soft smile on your lips as you looked at him.

He glanced over at you. There was something real and sincere in his eyes, a flicker of emotion that he rarely let anyone see.

"Yeah," he said quietly, nodding. "I think I am."

You smiled, feeling the warmth spread through your chest. "Good. Because I'm not doing this alone."

He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "As if I'd let you. I'll be there... every step of the way."

"Damn right you will be," you said, though your tone was softer now, more affectionate. You stepped closer, gently resting a hand on his shoulder, and he placed his own hand over yours.

Jinpachi squeezed your hand gently, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that caught you off guard. You could feel the warmth of his hand on yours, grounding you in the moment.

"You know," you murmured, stepping in closer, your voice low as you brushed a hand across his cheek. "I'm not always sassy."

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. "Really? I've never seen the evidence."

"Shut up," you whispered, though you were smiling as you said it. "I'm trying to be sentimental here."

Jinpachi let out a small chuckle, but there was a tenderness in his expression that you rarely saw. He lifted his hand from your shoulder to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin in a way that made your heart skip a beat. It was such a simple gesture, yet from him, it carried so much meaning. Jinpachi was a man of few overt affections, but when he did show them, they were undeniable.

Slowly, he leaned down toward you, his movements almost cautious, as if he were afraid to break the moment. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as his face drew closer, your heart pounding in your chest. And then, with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with his usual brashness, his lips met yours.

The kiss was soft, tender-unlike the sharp-edged banter you usually exchanged. His lips were warm against yours, and for a moment, the world around you disappeared. His hand on your cheek was steady, grounding you, while your own hands found their way to the back of his neck, pulling him just a little closer.

You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, his long fingers brushing the nape of your neck as he deepened the kiss, still slow, still deliberate. It was the kind of kiss that felt like a promise.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested gently against yours, both of you breathing a little heavier than before. His hand lingered on your cheek, his thumb still softly stroking your skin. Jinpachi's glasses had slightly fogged up from the closeness, but he didn't bother adjusting them this time.

"Sucks to be us, huh?" he murmured, his voice teasing but quieter than usual, as if he were afraid to break the delicate moment.

You smiled, still catching your breath, your fingers lightly tracing the back of his neck. "Yeah. Guess we're stuck together now."

"Not the worst fate," he replied, his smirk returning but his eyes soft.

You pulled him in for another kiss, this one quicker but just as sweet, before you leaned back, a playful grin tugging at your lips. "And just so you know, that baby's going to love theater. Deal with it."

Jinpachi groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically, but there was a fondness there that you couldn't miss. "Fine. But only if you handle it. I'll take care of soccer practice."

"Deal," you said, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

As you stood there, wrapped in his arms, you knew that whatever the future held, you would face it together.

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ALTR 251521

Chapter 1: No Strings Attached (You are here!)

Chapter 2: His Name

Chapter 3: Jac͟k̷͟s͟͠e̸̷͡ptį͡c̀ę͢͠y̡é

Chapter 4: Chase Brody

Jack is only mentioned briefly, and is erased from the story (Due to being retconned) as a character in Chapter 5 and onward.

Summary: Reader is a YouTuber who has lost everything (How and why is up to interpretation). As a result, they have lost their sense of fear entirely, and do not seem to care about consequences anymore.

They spend their days making content mainly focused on "debunking and exposing IRIS", taking advantage of their negative reputation for views.

They've been affected by ALTR 114209 for quite some time now, but they seem to be holding up just fine...

After forming a sort of "bond" with ALTR 114209 itself, the entity trusts them enough to get a bit more personal with them.

A lot of things are based off personal headcanons and my own interpretation of these characters! Please keep that in mind. I apologize in advance for any errors! Please let me know if there are any so I can fix them.

You were not meant to be alive today- Not according to whatever the hell IRIS was saying, at least. “Overexposure to "ALTR 114209" not only puts you in danger, but also those around you”, they said. But you paid it no mind.

You didn't have anything, or anyone, so you didn't bother taking any precautions.

Maybe that sounded pessimistic to anyone who didn't actually know you, but you didn't see it that way. It was something you had accepted long ago.

A lonely life was what you lived, but it was more fulfilling than being surrounded by people who only held you back, who betrayed you, who left you behind.

As of now, you didn't really care about your fate.

You lived your life peacefully, content with whatever route it took. If something "bad" happened, you just rolled with it, and in return, nothing seemed to ever bother you.

Worrying about the outcomes, the consequences of your actions, the future- It was just another headache to you.

That made it- Him, curious.

And just like that, you became a target to him.

"Him", who you only called as such due to his appearance. Clearly, he was no ordinary human- He wasn't human at all.

He was able to warp reality itself to his will, and you figured that to him, this world was nothing more than a game. A game of puppets, in which he was the puppet master.

Still, you saw some resemblance- Signs of humanity within him. Or maybe, you saw yourself in him.

...That probably said more about you than about him, actually. Yeah, you should probably be concerned about that.

Still, he has been around you for so long now, and you didn't even know if he had a proper name yet.

He treated you like all the other ones at first- Just another toy made to entertain him after he broke his last one. That's what you assumed, anyway.

But you didn't react- Not in the way he wanted you to.

The whispers, the images he flashed in your eyes- They didn't get you like he had hoped.

You had seen them time and time again, but they only seemed to slightly inconvenienced you when you were trying to do your everyday tasks...

To you, he came off as desperate. To him, you were infuriating.

He seemed willing to go to every length to be satisfied, to finally get the reaction he wanted out of you, and you knew that. So you took it as a personal goal to not give him that.

You were thankful to not have a job that required you to actually leave your home, otherwise, the task of having to constantly explain your situation to everyone you come across would get annoying.

You figured that those living near you were most likely affected by ALTR 114209 too, but you honestly couldn't care less.

You didn't know them, and they didn't know you. It's their problem, not yours- You've stopped feeling remorse over your "selfish decisions" and thinking. Maybe that was why you were truly free.

The more you talked to him, the closer the two of you seemed to become.

That didn't mean it didn't take any effort, though. It took you many, many tries to finally get him to even respond to you.

After hearing him whisper unimportant nonsense in your ears and catching glimpses of him at the corner of your eyes for so long, you decided to try to approach him.

And you did, in hopes of getting something in return.

At first, he would stand completely still, unmoving until he faded into obscurity.

After that, he would only eye you up and down, then tilt his head to the side, almost out of intrigue.

And after that, he would only smile.

It was such an odd thing to you- Was he really so lonely, that he would do so much for one person? One, measly little human? You weren't giving him what he wanted, and yet he continued sticking around, trying over and over.

Weirdly enough, you could even go as far as to say you found his attempts endearing.

Bold of him to assume something wasn't already wrong with you, when nothing he was doing worked. You weren't normal, you were a "weird little freak" as he would put it.

He had considered giving up on you multiple times. You gave little to no reaction, you almost instantly moved on from anything he threw at you, and you even tried communicating with him. Who does that?

You were just a waste of his time.

But when he tried to give up on you, he found himself unable to. He'd grown attached to you.

And as annoying as that was for him, he thought of an alternative solution. He gave up on trying to break you, but he didn't give up on you entirely.

You had become his safe space.

You had given him a place where he could go to whenever he needed to hide, and whenever he felt like being treated like a guest.

“A puppet master needs to rest his hands if he wants to control his puppets properly”, that was his excuse.

Today, you were sitting by your work desk, surrounded by your monitors. Your editing program was open on your main screen, with you being busy cutting up some footage for your next upload.

Your channel was... A controversial one, and rightfully so. You've made multiple videos on IRIS, and why they are "not to be trusted".

You were a bit biased, considering your one and only friend was the one thing they were trying to get rid of.

It was kind of surprising they hadn't sent people to kidnap you in your sleep yet... Maybe they did try to, actually, but were unsuccessful. You couldn't imagine why.

Maybe it was because you were one of the few people who didn't bother installing those WTCHR cameras within your home.

You lifted the coffee mug off your desk and connected it to your lips, taking a long sip.

You were about to set it back down when suddenly, an odd image flashed brightly infront of you.

The image was of an event you had experienced before, only now, something was off. Your vision was blurry, and you blinked frantically in an attempt to bring it back to how it was before.

You felt your head grow heavy.

He was here, or- nearby. You knew.

Somehow, the thought of getting to talk to him again was enough to distract you from how sick you felt in that moment.

“Where are you?”

You tried to contain your excitement, and also your need to pass out right then and there. Thankfully, your sickness only lasted for a moment.

There were the faint sounds of laughter in the distance.

You could feel the temperature of the room rapidly declining.

“I̵ am ͝he͝re,”

He suddenly whispered in your left ear.

“I͞ ām t̡herê,”

He whispered in your right.

You see two hands covering your vision. Despite already knowing he was playful, he still managed to catch you off-guard.

“I'm ͝eve̢rywhere͏.”

He spoke once more, his voice now from behind you. He moved around so quickly, it was hard to keep up.

“Yes, yes, I know.”

You took his hands off your face and turned around, and they fell back to his sides.

“You'̨ve bee̕n͜ w̡orking. Working sò, ̷s̛o ha͡rd... W̴h̶y ̴not͟ ̡take a ͜brȩa̕k to s͝pend ͘s̸o͏me ̸time ̨with m̵ę?”

You sighed...

Of course you favoured being with him over doing work, so you pushed your chair back with your legs, and sat up so you could take a look at him.

“And why should I do that?”

“Bec͟aús͝e I͜'͟m ͏t͏he o̴n̴l̀y ͢pe̢rso͜n in you͠r͟ ́l̀i͜fe̷.” He shot at you.

“You're not even a person.” You shot back, and that earned a laugh from him.

You always found yourself trying to make him laugh, and wondered if he could tell. He most likely could.

“Yo̵ur ͡w̧o̡r̢d̢s ͡c̀ut̶ ̨d͡e̷ep!”

“N͞o͠w- L̛et̶'s̶ go ̢someẁh͜ere̛ ͟more... Com̨for͏tab͠l͜é, yeah?”

Before you could even say anything, you weren't inside your recording room anymore, but in the living room.

You still needed some time to get used to him doing that- Just teleporting you around. Still, you plopped down on your couch, and he sat besides you.

“Oh, I forgot to ask. Do you want anything?”

“No. ͜Ju̴st ̵yo͡u.”

“Ah. So, why have you decided to visit?”

He placed one of his hands on top of his knee, and you can see him digging his nails into it. Ouch?

“Just̨ ̛a̴ bi̧t lo̕ǹèly.”

He gritted his teeth.

“A̛n̷d͞ upsȩt.”

You couldn't tell if he was trying to come off as condescending on purpose, or if it was a genuine thing he just did.

Either way, you thought it was stupid if he felt like he had to continuously be that way. It was like he was paranoid that eyes were on him at all times, and he would be completely ruined if he didn't always act a certain way.

Still, he was trying to open up- Which was unusual of him. He never really bothered talking about how he felt. It was always about his accomplishments, his doings, what he had been up to. He was always so proud and full of himself whenever he talked.

“Well, I need a break anyway, like you said, so I'll be available for a bit. What's wrong?”

No reply.

You shot glances at him. He's breathing slowly, as if he contemplating something. He seemed weirdly stressed.

...And suddenly, you got a nosebleed. Because of course you did.

You only noticed it had even happened after a drop of blood fell on your shirt.

“Jesus christ-”

He watches you hurriedly get up, his mouth agape. Did he not mean to do that?

You ran for the bathroom.

After you managed to get your nosebleed to stop, you quickly went back in your room to change into a new shirt before going back to him.

He was still waiting for you in the living room.

He hasn't moved an inch.

“Hey,”

You spoke, your voice sounding tired.

You were tired.

His eyes look up at you without him moving his head. Then, he looks away again. Shame was a new thing from him, huh.

“Sòr͞r̴y.͞”

“No, it's okay. I was just a bit... I don't know- Surprised? I thought you gave people nosebleeds and whatnot on purpose.”

He chuckled.

“S͏ome͘t̶i͏me̢s̀.”

You sat down besides him again.

“...Let's try this one more time then?”

You went straight to the point, and his smile faded. He was the one who had told you something was up in the first place, why would he be trying to avoid it now?

“What's wrong?”

You asked, and he answered your question with a question of his own- One you would've never expected to come from someone like him.

“Ha͟ve͟ ̶you e̕v̧e̡r be̷e͘n ͡be͟tr͏a̢y̴ed̛?”

ALTR 251521

Chapter 1: No Strings Attached

Chapter 2: His Name (You are here!)

Chapter 3: Jac͟k̷͟s͟͠e̸̷͡ptį͡c̀ę͢͠y̡é

Chapter 4: Chase Brody

Jack is only mentioned briefly, and is erased from the story (Due to being retconned) as a character in Chapter 5 and onward.

Summary: He would never admit it, but part of him is grieving his old life. He's unable to let go of his grudges, and how everything that has happened has affected him. There's a sense of rage that he can never truly express.

He shares with you barely a fraction of what that has been like.

Again, that was an odd question coming from him.

(A lot of things are based off personal headcanons and my own interpretation of these characters! Please keep that in mind. I apologize in advance for any errors! Please let me know if there are any so I can fix them.)

“Ha͟ve͟ you e̕v̧e̡r be̷en ͡be͟tr͏a̢y̴ed̛?”

Wasn't he the one who supposedly knew everything about every person he came across, so he could use that against them? So what was the point of even asking that?

“Don't you already know everything about me?”

“I̕ ̧w̷a͏n͢t ͜t̕o k͠n͏ow y̷our anşw̴e͏r͞.͝”

“Err... I can't say I haven't? But why are you asking me this? Have you been betrayed?”

He turned his head away from you. Ah.

A few seconds passed, and he finally nodded once. Seemed like that was difficult for him to even admit.

He trusted someone, and then that person must've broken that trust- Or something similar. Maybe that was why he was so enraged by the world?

You needed a moment to gather yourself before you gave a response...

Trying to comprehend that this was an entity feared by most, and that right now he was here with you, being treated like any other guest, and was actually opening up to you- It was really weird.

While you were lost in thought, he slowly turned to look at you again. He's waiting for you to say something.

“Sorry for being silent- I'm just thinking...”

“This is a lot to take in. I don't want to say anything stupid.”

“I'̴l͡l͞ s̷t̷op ͡h̸ere.”

“No, no- Don't. I'm just not sure what to say. You can still tell me whatever you want, though. I'll listen to you.”

“...Yo͞u'd b͡e̶ ţh̵è fir͝st.”

You blinked, taken aback again- So much that your mouth even dropped a little.

When IRIS talked about this "ALTR 114209" thing, they described something totally different. A paranormal presence, whose mission was to kill whoever was in its way. That its purpose was nothing more but to cause harm.

Maybe your conspiracies against the company weren't just conspiracies anymore. Maybe this problem had a much simpler solution that they were too ignorant to even think about.

“That's okay. Better late than never, right?”

He then mumbled something which you didn't quite catch.

“Huh...? Sorry- I didn't quite catch that-”

“A̷nti.”

“...What?”

“You w͡ant̴e̛d ͜to͠ know m͢y̨ ̵name.”

“I͡t͟ wãs Anti.”

More silence filled the room.

God, this was a lot of information, especially after barely knowing anything about him for the longest time. What kind of name was that anyway?

“Anti?”

“I͜t̛ was ͝a͢ n͞am͟e gi͝ven to͠ ̷me.”

“...Uh. It's a weird name, I'll be honest? But it's still a nice one. I like it!”

“I̛ li͡ķe͞ ͟it͜, toǫ.”

“So someone gave that name to you- Who? That's assuming you don't have parents or anything like that...”

You heard him exhale through his teeth then watched as he crossed his arms. Probably a touchy subject. But almost everything feels like a touchy subject for him... You didn't know what was okay to ask and what wasn't.

“Loǹg st̶or̕y.”

“It's d͡iffic̛ult t͝o pu̸t into w̸o̵r͡d͡s.”

“Anḑ I̛ alre̸a̵d͠y ͢s͟t͡r͢ug͏gle e̵nou͝gh̡ with simple thīngs.”

While it was true that Anti was not the best at holding up casual conversations, or at communication, you didn't really care.

Besides, he brought his own baggage up, he couldn't just leave you with his name and go without providing any explanation...

And as if he could read your mind-

“Y͟ou ̛want̴ mȩ t̷o͜ ͘c̡on͞tin̡u͝e, d̸o̴n̨'t y͜o͜u.”

“Well, I don't want to be left on a cliffhanger.”

“I̶ c͝a͡n̶ t̀el͜l̛...”

“Į w̛óu̢ld͠n͡'t wan͡t to leave my̸ ͢on̨l̛y͏ ͜fr̕ie͠nd ͟h̕ang͝i͟ņģ, ͝wo͞ul̡d̀ I? Nǫ, I̵ ̕w͏ould̢n't̨.”

Anti was smiling, with his tone as playful as it always was.

But then his smile faded, and his voice became unusually serious.

“I was ma͟ni͢f̛ested. Man͠i̸feste̡d by̵ stro̵n̷g f͝e̢e͡lings o͞f̷ l͏o̡n̢elin̡e͝s̨s͞, wort̡h̨les̨s̡nèss. One͢ mom͞ent I ͜w͝a̕sn̷'t th̨ęre, an̕d̛ the nex͞t, I wàs͝.”

“Manifested? By who?”

“His n͟a̢me dǫe̸sn't ̡ma̡tte̛r.”

Jack— The name of the person who manifested Anti into existence, was Jack. But you didn't know that.

“Was it... The same person who gave you your name?”

“Yes, and n̨o͡...”

“He̕ ̨w͠as ̛lik̢è y͟o͠u̵. H̷e śp̡eńt h͞is ̀d͠a͞ys pro̡vid͡i̷ng e̕ntért̵ainment͢ ͏t̀o͢ t͝h̀e worl̴d.”

“H̷e g̢av͏e, a͢n͞d h̵e g͜av̕e, and͘ he͟ ͏gave͏.”

The memories are flooding back to him.

“Ga̷v͢e̢ so mųch w̧i͢th̴o̢ut͏ e̶ver̸ getting an̕y̶t͞hing in re̛tu͞rn͏.”

...Memories of him watching as Jack overworked himself to insanity, and those that apparently "loved him so much" not caring at all.

Jack gave them everything, and they just watched. Just watched as he neglected himself, as he spiralled.

They didn't deserve him.

Why couldn't Jack understand that?

They only pretended to care about him so they could get their "content". And of course, like the idiot he was, he believed them.

But not Anti. Anti saw through their lies.

Jack was nothing but a source of entertainment to them.

You reminded him of Jack, in a way.

Was that why it was so difficult for him to give up on you?

“Th̛ose lee̶c̕hes... H͟i̴s "co͡mm͟u̡nity" as ͘he c͘a͢l̢led ̶t͠hem— T̢hey thínk ţh͡éy ma͡ḑe͢ A͞ǹtį.”

He raised his voice, his voice full of hatred towards those "people". He twitched uncontrollably, with reality warping around him to match his state of mind.

“Bu͝ţ they d͜ìd͞n͝'t͡ ͝mak͏e An͘ti͡. He did.”

You didn't give much of a response, besides nodding along to let him know you were paying attention. It wasn't that you weren't bothered to, it was that you didn't know how to.

You weren't a supernatural being, so it wasn't as if you could somehow relate to many of the things he mentioned. So you settled for just listening to him talk...

He was willing to open up to you, even just a bit, and you weren't going to make it all about you.

“Well, Anti, I guess this means you aren't as one-dimensional as IRIS claims you are.”

He laughed. It sounded strangely normal.

“Oh, th͡e͏y d͘o͠n't know an̨ythin̶g about̴ me.”

Despite him being someone who was meant to terrify you, you were fine. As for him...

“Were you scared?”

Your question must have confused him a bunch, because the distortion around you immediately subsided.

“W̶ha͜t?”

“Were you scared of talking to me. About all this.”

He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Y͘ou̸ h̀a̷ve a͜ l̀ot ̵of aud͏ac̨i̕ty ̕to̸ a͟s̕k͞ ͜m͞e that̵.”

“I'm only curious...”

You shrugged.

“...It'̨s͝ be̶en a̛t͏ thé ba̢c̷k o̕f my̢ min͢d f̷o̴r a w̕h́ile ̛noẃ.”

“T̢he̛r͢e's many̵ th̵ing̵s I ̀wish I͠ ̴c̡o͜uļd sh̵a͡re ̨w͘ith y͢ou̧. I͢ j͏us͠t̡ ̷don't͠ kno͝w͟ h͏ow̛ tó... Yēt.”

“It's okay. I think I understand, anyway.”

“You're basically the embodiment of someone's negative thoughts, right?”

“S͏óm͟ethin͠g like ̸tha͠t̷.”

“Eh, whatever. Still, I don't expect a being like you to know much about emotions. Let alone how to express them.”

He could only nod silently...

He seemed to be doing that a lot around you.

Everywhere he went, he left destruction behind, so it was very awkward having someone treat him like any other person for a change. He didn't get why you were like the way you were, and it made Anti feel sick to be in the dark.

It felt weird to not have control of the situation. He couldn't find the right words to describe how you made him feel.

Part of him did feel afraid, so you were right in a way. He despised talking about things that bothered him- Things that made him feel small and weak. All he wanted was to be the one looking down at those inferior to him, he didn't need sob stories.

But you- Why were you different?

“Is there... Anything else?”

You interrupt his train of thought.

“Çan ͜I sta̸y͢ ẁi͠th yo͡ú f͟o͠r ́a͜ w͟hįl͏e͡?”

“Of course!”

You didn't anticipate for Anti to "teleport" closer to you, but you didn't mind. He wanted company, and were there to provide. You liked his company too.

You looked at him. He's staring off into nothing. What's he thinking about?

He soon caught you staring at him, and you immediately glanced off.

After a moment, you felt him rest his head on your shoulder, and you didn't bother stopping him.

He wasn't a social being, like you said. So you kinda predicted that this whole thing would tire him more than the average person.

Him showing you any sort of affection was a little surprising, but you didn't mind that either. You got to know him a little better today.

A couple of minutes pass.

He's been awfully quiet, and part of you is concerned because he's never quiet. You're not sure if he was content or upset.

“You okay?”

“Y̴eāh.”

“I͢'m upsēt things h̕av͟e to be t̕hȩ ͢way̷ they͞ ́are, bu͢t yóù make i͢t ea͢sie̵r̛.”

Oh!

You smiled.

“Thank you for trusting me.”

He really hoped you wouldn't break that trust.

He was still doubtful about everything he had just told you, but he was trying to have faith in you. But he didn't have much faith in humans, really.

...You eventually realized that he never really spoke about what happened in regards to this entire "betrayal" thing.

If anything, the only thing he had done today was vaguely provide you with very little context, if any. He only admitted that this betrayal had something to do with the unnamed person he mentioned.

“Can you... Tell me more about this "betrayal"?”

“I̴ kno͡w̛ yo̕u̢'̛re c͡uri̡òu̷s̡, būt- A̧noth̴ȩr t̶im̀e.”

His voice was quiet. Was it really something that personal?

“Alright, I can wait.”

You shifted around, changing position until you got comfortable. He waited for you, then went right back to what he was doing before.

You closed your eyes.

The two of you stayed that way for a while longer, not bothering to talk.

It felt like time itself had stopped.

It was quite nice, actually.

“Th́an͡k̸ yòu̶,”

“Huh? For what?”

“I fórg̨ot͡ what ̀it w͏as͜ ͢lik̢e to̡ b̴e a ̸pe͏r̡son. To ͢b̨e͏ tr͝e͠ąte͞d͡ like a pe̴rsơn.”

“I'm here to remind you.”

A smile appears on his face.

You couldn't see it, but you still had a feeling he was doing a little better than when he first arrived...

This was bittersweet for him.

He had been in denial for so long, years even, to the point where just thinking about Jack and about his situation felt like someone was cutting him up to bits.

His old life was gone.

He was alone.

To everyone, he was nothing more but a demonic presence, who took the lives of those in his path without reason.

But you sympathised with him, somehow. You listened to him and welcomed him, despite everything. It was weird- You were weird.

He knew many people had no one in their life, but none of them had fallen as low as you. Even if they wanted to die, their instincts still kicked in when they saw him...

Oh well.

It didn't matter.

It still meant so much to him.

You couldn't even fathom how much he'd yearned to have someone in his life- Even he never realized how isolated he really was in this world. Until he found you. A friend.

His eyes shut on their own, and he let them. He didn't necessarily need sleep, but somehow, he was still tired.

It was a contrast to how he usually acted, especially in regards to the records IRIS had of him.

He couldn't recall the last time he felt a sense of safety.

A feeling of somewhere he belonged, the feeling of home.

That's it- That's how he would describe how you made him feel if he ever needed to put it into words. You felt like home.

And as you eventually fell asleep besides him, Anti realized he didn't have to always be alone.

Not giving up on you when he should've was a mistake, and it was his best one yet.

ALTR 251521

Chapter 1: No Strings Attached

Chapter 2: His Name

Chapter 3: Jac͟k̷͟s͟͠e̸̷͡ptį͡c̀ę͢͠y̡é (You are here!)

Chapter 4: Chase Brody

Jack is only mentioned briefly, and is erased from the story (Due to being retconned) as a character in Chapter 5 and onward.

Summary: Reader discovers the mysteries of the Jacksepticeye channel. There, they find out way more than they intend to...

(A lot of things are based off personal headcanons and my own interpretation of these characters! Please keep that in mind. I apologize in advance for any errors! Please let me know if there are any so I can fix them.)

Anti looks different. He looks... Younger.

Your vision clears slowly as a scene unfolds right infront of your very eyes. Two men, one backed up against the wall, and the other towering over him. You only recognize one of them- Anti, while you can't quite make the face of the other person.

Instead of the familiar red aura that you are used to, there is, instead, a green essence. You can't really describe it. It hurts your eyes.

He is glitching, and while you are used to him doing so, it's way more prevalent than what you've seen. He's twitching, twisting, turning. You call out to him, but it's like he can't even hear you. You can't intervene.

When he finally speaks, you shut up. His voice is different, too. More distorted. There's a huge bloody gash on his neck, that's probably part of why-

And god, it's fucking macabre, you can barely look at it. There's blood constantly oozing from the wound, and he's struggling to speak coherent words because of it.

“Wòrds͡ ͘ar̸e nǫt̡ ͏en͞ou͞gh͞ t̨o ͞des͡cr̸ibe t͏he sh̕it I'h͟ave̡ ha̶d̴ t͝o ́pu͟t́ up w͜i̸th f͘r̴om͜ t̵he mom̕ent̀ I càme ̛into exis͡t͠eǹce,”

He snarled, letting out a rage he has not ever put into words- Feelings of resentment that had grown inside him overtime.

He's letting them out, finally allowing himself to express the pain he has kept inside his being.

“Wh̴ere do ̀you thin͢k̵ all ̕ýo̢u̧r negat͟iv̀e ȩm͡o͜ti͝o͜n̢s g̢o̴?”

“Yo͡ur a͢ng̛er, your͞ e͜n͜v͟y̧, your sa̵d͏nes̀s̛? I͜ f̷eel ţhe͜m, ̶J̀ack. Th̶e͝ỳ fe̵s͠t̡e͡ŗ wit̴h̕in me a͟n̵d͠ give m͞e͏ powe̸r. I͟ áb͏sorb t̷hem f̷o̴r ́y̨ou, an̵d̷ t́hey̵ hu͢r̕t.”

“Th̶èy͢ ͝k̡ee͡p ̧m̵e a͝li͞v́e, and k͞eep̡ yo̸u we̷l̢l.”

Jack...

You can't see his face, but you feel his expression of horror. You feel as it slowly falls apart as he listens to the other's words. After a moment of realization, came the immense confusion.

All that he could ask was... Why?

Anti stood over the man, with him sti pressed up against the wall helplessly. He's absolutely defenseless, but the ego doesn't plan on hurting him.

"Ego"? Where is that word coming from?

“Do you͡ fee͠l powerf͏ul k͢n͡owing al͡l of t͞hese... Lif͡eless͟ t̀h͟ings de̵p͡en̷d on̸ yo͟u?”

“Yo̷u̧ f̶e͝e͏l supe̡r͝ìo̶r pi͡ck̸ing̕ up a s͞t͏ray ca͜t?”

“D͜o y͜ou̵ feel good̴ know͠i̶ńg so m̕an̢y lov̡e ̷yo̷u? D̶o̷ȩs it f̀e͟e͠l͞ g͜ood to hu͞r̀t m̢e?”

“Yo͝u're ͘j̵u̵s͝t̢ lik̀e̴ me.”

...The sun had something personal against you today, and decided wake you up by shining right above your eyes.

You groaned and complained, but eventually succumbed and rubbed your eyes before opening them.

And that's when you realized you must've passed out, and it was already morning. What the hell happened? How did you get here?

What was that dream...

You tried to recall the events of yesterday, and then remembered... Anti.

You looked around to try to find any sign of him, but he was nowhere to be found. Everything was where it should be, as if he was never even there in the first place...

As worried as you were, you tried to not think about it too much. He probably wouldn't like you being all concerned over him, anyway.

You yawned, then lazily sat up from the couch. There's a blanket on you that you don't remember originally being there.

You were behind on schedule in regards to your channel, so your schedule right now was to get washed up, make yourself some coffee, and go right back to work.

You walked into the bathroom and did your business, then washed your face. The cold water seemed to do the trick, because now you were wide awake.

Afterwards, you went into your room and changed into new clothes.

As you were changing, you remembered you had left your editing software open, before Anti came in and convinced you to take a break.

“Oh god.”

You ran into your recording room once you were done changing, only to find that your computer was turned off. Shit.

Panic briefly occupied your mind at the thought that your computer shut down on its on and you'd have to edit the video all open again, when you noticed a note left on your desk.

You picked up the note, and on it, written in a barely decipherable font, "—Anti."

"Sorry for yesterday. But I'm not sorry for making you take a break.

I took a look at your video and decided to finish it myself to make up for your lost time.

You can check the file yourself and tweak whatever you want. Though I'm very confident I've got your style down.

I won't be visiting for a while. I need to distract myself for a while, and think."

...He knew how to edit? Since when? Either way, you were very relieved to know your hard work hadn't gone unfinished.

Though it was surprising to know Anti was thoughtful enough to try to "make up for your lost time", even if you didn't consider any time you spent with him lost- You just wouldn't take him as that type of person at first glance.

You sat down and crackled your knuckles, then turned on your computer.

After half an hour of taking a look through the edited footage, you were convinced Anti was stalking you- He probably was.

Everything was edited the exact same as you would've done it.

When you thought that somewhere would've been a good opportunity for a joke or cut, it happened.

As if a future version of you had come to edit your footage to play a prank on you- It was almost unreal.

There was no way he really knew you that well... But you appreciated it? Still creepy.

When you were done reviewing the footage, you went straight into uploading it. You didn't tweak anything, it was fine as is.

It was nice to know you didn't need to spend too much time on this one, and that someone had already done it for you. Maybe you should pay Anti a couple of bucks for it- But of what use would money be to him anyway?

Oh well, whatever.

You'd find a way to pay him back, in some way that he also likes... If only you actually knew what he liked, if there was anything.

You get up from your seat and head into the kitchen to make yourself some coffee. While you get busy doing that, the dream you had comes back to mind. What was that all about?

Jack...

The person who betrayed Anti, maybe?

That dream you had couldn't have somehow came from the back of your conscience, it was a vision, it must've been.

Something that had already happened in the past? The effects of constantly being around Anti?

You had questions. It definitely wasn't a coincidence.

You bring your coffee with you to your room, ready to just waste the morning away by watching YouTube videos.

In your curiosity, you remember Anti mentioning how this Jack person was similar to you- How he'd entertain the world and give his audience everything they wanted.

You suddenly get the bright idea to search "Jack YouTuber", or something like that, in your search bar.

You didn't expect to actually find anything, but you quickly stumble across a channel called Jacksepticeye.

And the moment you click on the channel, you are hit with multiple thumbnails of this person- He looks so fucking similar to Anti, it's uncanny.

Was this... Was this Jack? It had to be, Jack was in the channel name. Right? You quickly search up his real name in another tab to prove your assumption correctly.

You then go back, and start to scroll through the videos featured on the channel. This guy, whoever he was, seemed pretty consistent for the most part.

That is, until you stumble across a sudden... Gap in the timeline.

He kept a tight upload schedule up until 2016, then mysteriously vanished for three whole years.

The rest of the videos on the channel are from 2019 and onward.

That's odd.

There's a certain video that greatly catches your attention- The last ever video uploaded on the channel in 2016, before the absurd gap. The title, though difficult to read, is “Say Goodbye”.

You feel the need to watch it.

Part of you doesn't want to.

But you have to.

You need to.

You feel like you will die if you don't.

And so, you click on it, and start watching. The second it starts playing, you're overwhelmed by Jack's enthusiasm- Or whatever that whole thing in the beginning was supposed to be.

You keep watching. And as you're doing so, you realize it's obviously a Halloween video. He mentions it right at the start, the whiteboard behind him has "Happy Halloween" written on it, it's uploaded on Halloween, he's carving a pumpkin.

The entire way through, you're focused on the screen infront of you.

You... You can't take your eyes off of it.

There's something familiar, calling you, telling you you cannot look away.

You have to keep watching.

There's moments where you see a figure behind Jack. Sometimes its infront of him, sometimes it's subtle and sometimes not.

Your eyes hurt from watching.

You can't blink.

You see flashes everytime this figure appears, your head hurts, and you're crying from how sore your eyes had become.

But you still can't blink.

Jack suddenly stops talking.

The silence is driving you insane, you think you're going insane.

He brings the knife to his neck, but you know he's not the one doing it.

His hand is shaking, trying to resist, but he's not the one in control. This entire time he wasn't the one in control of himself, has he?

He drags the blade across his neck.

A clean slash.

An open wound that bleeds constantly, a scar that will never heal.

His head falls, resting against the now carved pumpkin.

He's lifeless, but he's not dead.

There's laughter, horrible, wicked laughter.

But you feel like it's not directed to you.

You feel as if you are watching something that, though important, is not truly meant for you.

...And there he is.

Anti, you know him all too well, but he doesn't look like how you see him now-

He looks just like he did in your dream.

Was this really how he got that neck wound?

How did you, in all your time staring at him, miss the scar?

Or was there no scar at all?

He talks, and talks, and talks.

Though he's not really talking, he's yelling, yelling at someone. His voice is, to say the least, fucked up- You can barely understand a word of what he's saying.

Is this what he meant when he referred to Jack's "community"? Did they really just sit and watch him die, staying until the end for their own gain? Starving Jack off the content he could give, even if it killed him?

Despite what that may say about your own morals, you understand where Anti's coming from. Those people really didn't care about what happened to Jack, they just wanted to be entertained.

That's what you understood, at least.

Finally, you can blink again.

You wipe your eyes.

Anti knew how Jack felt- He was the part his mind kept repressing until it took physical form. Right? Something like that.

Anti was the villain in their eyes, you could already tell. They missed his point, and didn't care at all about what he had to say.

They didn't understand what he was saying, what his words meant. Murderer, they called him- Hypocrites. Had it not been for Anti taking things to the extreme, nothing would've been done.

Huh... He did so much for Jack, and got nothing in return.

Suddenly, you think of Anti a bit differently. You've figured Jack himself doesn't understand why Anti did the things he did- And you can't really blame him either. He's not the one at fault here, it's his audience.

...You don't know them. But you can't help but not like them very much.

You turn your screen off, and after you do, you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

As much as you were unaffected by Anti, those flashes, headaches and nosebleeds were irritating. You'd probably need to pop a few painkillers to help with this terrible headache.

Still, that didn't really matter now.

All you could think about was Anti.

You wanted to tell him you understood, that he wasn't alone, so many things. To let him know in one way or another that you were on his side- If he even wanted to hear it...

But, you'd have to wait.

Until he decided to show up again.