Marvin sat in front of Anti, leg broken and energy drained. His mask had been long ripped off by the glitch. His face, already scarred being recognition was now, once again, bleeding scarlet tears down his face.
Marvin looked up at Anti's unnerving, grinning, face. "You never were sorry were you?" Marvin asked weakly.
Anti tilted his head like a puppy in confusion. He brought his knife up to his face, and gently applied pressure, little beads of blood glistening in the soft light, "E̸͠͠xp̵ļa̢̢͡i̶͠n̢͞"
Marvin, who at this point was far beyond the point of tears, sadly mumbles, "You made me my mask because you were sorry that you hurt me. Y-you never were truly sorry, were you?"
Anti's hold on his knife loosened slightly, he had forgotten about that. At the time, he had been devastated, but no more.
"Either way, Anti, I don't want to fight you anymore."
Anti was shocked. His knife even dropped out of his hand, grazing Marvin's leg, causing a soft whimper to come from the magician. Anti picks the knife back up and turns to Marvin.
"s̛͝͝o ̴̧͝do̶̢es͏ ̴̡t̵͜hat҉́ ̵́me͏̢àn͘ ͝͏y̕͡o̧̢͠u ̵͏͠a̴̵ŗ͜͜é ̶̡w̸̛͡ill͝i̡̛͝n̷͝͞g͜͏ ̸͞t͏̀͡o͜͞ ͝f̡͡i̸͡gh̸͡t҉̀ ҉f̴͢͠o҉̕r ̷̵m͞e?"
Marvin shakes, from loss of blood, fear, cold, and regret of his decisions.
"Yes"
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Angst and Maybe Some Fluff
FanficA collection of one shots that I write from prompts provided by friends, or headcannons. They, so far, are all Jacksepticeye ego related. PSA this hasn't been updated in awhile, but I thought I should note that this shows my early writing vs my newe...
