Antis And Dark Nights-Mark Of The Egos Volume III

Branded by a Logo: Jayden And The Sinnerboy

They dropped off Chase and Schneeplestein first, before sending Jacob on his way. When Marvin got out, he saw two people at his doorstep. He recognized them, even though he was far away. Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.
He rushed to the steps. When Steph turned around, she gave a sigh of relief and gave him a hug.
"I'm sorry," she bawled. "I'm so sorry, but we have nowhere else to go."
Marvin looked around before opening the door. "We'll talk inside, okay?"
Steph nodded and gently nudged Ollie inside. Marvin closed the door and locked it.
He sat down. "Tell me everything," he pressed.
Steph nodded and took a seat. "We were ambushed. From the PTA. They tried attacking us. We-we got away, thank Christ. But-" her breath hitched. "We recognized those faces. And they hated us."
"No, mom," Ollie chimed in, wistful. "They hated me."
Marvin struggled to keep the lump in his throat down. He wiped his face with his hands, but they gradually grasped his hair. "They picked a really bad day to attack you," Marvin grumbled. "Okay, you guys can stay the night here, but then we have work to do."
"Of course," Steph affirmed. Ollie didn't reply; he was fixated on the contents of the store. When Marvin looked on, he saw the child reading a book called "Branded By A Logo; How Egos Came To Be". It was written by Mark Zuckerberg, with a foreword by MatPat, The Jims, Mad Mike, Roman Sanders and the Magnificent Marvin McGarry himself. Ollie flipped to the foreword of his uncle Matty, who he kept confusing with his father. In his defense, the two were eerily similar, the only difference was the color of their eyes and the way they styled their hair. The article read;

My creation began when Matthew did his first Game Theory video. I starred as the host, and created the catchphrase "HELLO INTERNET! WELCOME TO GAME THEORY." I was first going to be called The Game Theorist, but as Food and Film Theory became associated franchises, I would get a better name; MatPat. Once I was named, I was given a quote unquote "brand", which everyone automatically recognizes:

Under it was the Game Theory Logo: A green trophy in a black circle. Ollie knew it all too well. It was on his father's bicep back when he was still alive. Once, Ollie caught uncle Matty with a tank top, and confirmed that he had the trophy on the same place. He never saw MadPat, his uncle and father made sure of that, but he could guess that he had the Game Theory Logo stuck there, too.

Being an ego is one of the most interesting and challenging part of my life that is still going on. While some laws have been lifted so as to not discriminate against us, like the Law of The Father and the Love Law, there are still some that we have to fight for, like our petition to make egos marrying their own ids legal. But that subject is excruciatingly controversial, and I'm not here to talk about politics. I'm here to share my experiences with my id, Matthew, to you.
When Matthew first had his son (who for anonymity I'll call O), I was thrilled to be a part of the kid's life. But that meant that I would be mistaken for his own father by him. O is a sweet kid, and I love him to death. He doesn't know any better. He's only four. Everyone mistook the kid for mine, but I was more like the fun uncle. I respect Matt and Steph too much to bring a kid into their home. Besides, Matthew is much better at handling the responsibility of a child. I would lose my head if it wasn't attached to my shoulders.

Ollie noticed the asterisks by the Love Law and The Law of The Father. He knew what the Law of The Father was, but not what the other one was. He looked at the bottom of the page and saw that the Love Law was plainly described as egos being able to marry people who don't have egos. The petition, which was denied, is called the Alabamian Law.
When Ollie was finished reading the passage, he looked at Marvin and then searched for his foreword. He was before Uncle Matty, and after Mad Mike.

I was created on August 11th, back in 2016, to test a magic kit on the "JackSepticEye Power Hour". The video initially called me "Jack The Magnificent", with Sean dressing me up in a cape and white cat mask. He referred it as "Mr. Fluffington", but I shut that down real quick. Eventually, my name was changed to Marvin, out of respect for the people who created the kit.
My wiki would describe me as "cynical", with "making sarcastic remarks" and "laughing at the idea of science". While my area of expertise spits in the face of all that believes in practicality, I deeply trust and respect my friend Henrik Von Schneeplestein, the doctor who was in the first "JackSepticEye Power Hour".
I realized the power of my mark when Chase Broderick shot himself on another episode of the "JackSepticEye Power Hour" (recognize a theme yet?). It was a spastic burning on my clavicle. I knew I had my mark for a while up till this point, and I didn't expect the pain. And as we all know, there are two ways to stop pain- get cured or get killed. I only knew who was hurt because I used some of my magic to find it. This is not a common situation among egos. We usually have to find out the hard way who's hurt or dead.
I tend to keep hidden because I understand that people don't like what is different. When people see things out of the ordinary (or at least, their idea of ordinary), they get defensive. Violent. And all they have to do is see a familiar sign. For me, my "sign" is a green anthropomorphic eye called SepticEye Sam. I guess that's something that we can brag about; the Septic Egos are the only group (besides the Ipliers) that have an official name to their mark.

Ollie wasn't finished reading the foreword before Marvin snatched it up, shut it, and set it back on the shelf.
"You're gonna spoil the story," Marvin mused giving him a wink. Ollie nodded and took off his hoodie, folding it so that he could pull the drawstrings and magically turn it into a pillow. He headed to the bathrooms with the contraption and locked the door behind him. A few short moments later, he unlocked the door and opened the door. "Mr. McGarry, are the floors clean?"
Marvin smiled. "Clean enough to eat off of."
Ollie nodded and called for Steph. She answered the call.
"I'm tired. Are you going to sleep anytime soon?"
"I'll be up for a little bit, okay, bean?"
Ollie nodded. "I'm gonna lock the door so I can sleep."
"You do that, buddy."
Ollie tried smiling, but it came off as pathetic. He walked in and shut the door. As he laid his head on his makeshift pillow, he was out. Steph joined him a few moments later. Marvin heard the door lock from their side and understood he should not disturb them. But in case someone wanted to come here, he turned the lights on to "Nighttime Ambience" and made a makeshift sign that said "TOILETS BROKEN. OUT OF ORDER. SRRY 4 THE INCONVENIENCE." He signed it with the cat mask.
Sure enough, 20 minutes into the night, he heard the bell ring.
"Welcome to Marvin's Magics, the eg-" he saw who came in and switched it up. "The best shop in town for all your alchemical needs."
In his shop now was the biggest group of anti-egos he had seen in a long time. He could see 'Murica in the crowd. He made sure to keep his mask on.
The supposed leader of the group stood out to Marvin. He walked up to him with a smooth smug grin.
"Good evening, Mr. Ridley," Marvin began. Jayden was shocked into laughter. He was just like Linnie.
"I guess you really are a magician," Jayden stated with false naïveté. Marvin didn't look or feel amused.
"If you thought I was normal, you didn't read the mural on the window."
Jayden nodded "ah," before clearing his throat. "My name is Jayden Ridley, and I'm here with my colleagues to purge the unholy ones."
"Well, in these circumstances, I would point you to books on the occult, but it seems to be that you have that all figured out."
Jayden's smile faltered. Marvin grinned widely. Jayden shook it off and the smile came back. "Well," he said in a peppy tone. "We are looking for a young woman with a child-"
"Oh, you're trying to find an adulterer? That's so Christian of you!"
Jayden had to take a moment to register what Marvin said. "No. It's the child we want."
"Oh, so you're the adulterer."
"No!" Jayden contradicted. "The child has created things of the devil, things that must be eradicated from this world."
Before Marvin could snark back, 'Murica brought two people from the group; a young girl with wavy brunette hair in a school uniform and an older man in light blue. They were bound and gagged, but Marvin knew who they were. He prayed that Ollie wasn't awake. Jayden was offered a dagger and he took it, dangling it from the hilt to taunt Marvin.
"If we could use your shop as a safe haven, that would be splendid," Jayden continued, gripping the blade with malicious intent. With quick and sudden precision, Jayden stabbed Melanie in the stomach. Marvin could see the shock, pain and fear in her eyes. She screamed from her gag. Marvin saw DadPat wince in time with the stab. Jayden removed the blade, and a bit of blood splattered on the floor. Jayden looked at it, sort of guilty but definitely not sorry.
"Oh, my," he murmured. He looked up at Marvin. "I'll get someone to clean this up, sir."
Marvin was rendered speechless. He couldn't find a way to say "Get out of my shop."
In the bathrooms, Ollie woke up to a spastic stab on his side. He heard a woman screaming, and remembered the book. It didn't take long to decipher what was going on outside.
Jayden twirled his weapon and whistled. "Oh, sinner boy," he sang. "Show your true identity. We just want to talk." Jayden stopped in front of DadPat, back towards him, and gently pushed the dagger in. Marvin looked at the "Out of Order" bathroom, hoping Ollie didn't blow his cover.
Jayden slowly pulled the blade away, leaving DadPat on the verge of blood loss. Finally, Ollie couldn't take the pain. He ran out of the bathroom.
"Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!" He yelled. Marvin gawked for a moment, and heard Steph lock the door behind her.
Jayden locked eyes with the child. "Hello, child," he cooed. From behind him, DadPat spat his gag out, gasping.
"Run, bean!" He cried out. "RUN!"
And run he did. He ran to the back, Marvin following suit.
"Follow them," Jayden asked politely. "I would much appreciate it."
Immediately, the entire group scattered outside, leaving Jayden alone with Melanie and DadPat.
"Stay here, demons," Jayden ordered. And with that, he ran off. Steph waited until she was sure he was a considerable distance from the shop before unlocking the bathroom and walking out. She made quick work of untying the two before bringing her phone to her ear and listening to the sound of the drone.
"WhaPOOSH! It's Jackaboy! The lucky winner is...not you. Don't worry, I'll hear you out. Leave a message."
"Shit!" She exclaimed. She tried again.