TRIGGER WARNINGS: major character death, guns, fire.
A/N: This is a beginning to the last one-shot I posted. It's also my first JSE one-shot since that, so take it or leave it. It's graphic and intense.
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Henrik's shaky arm prevented him from getting a steady aim on the man in front of him; the man who swore to keep their family safe, now doing the exact opposite by siding with the enemy. Technically Henrik had made the same promise of safety, but at least by shooting Marvin, he would be keeping it, or so he told himself.
"You are a traitorous, selfish bastard who deserves to rot in hell." He mumbled, clear enough where Marvin could still hear it, but quiet enough so Jameson, behind him and bleeding from a head wound, could not.
"If that's what you really think, so be it. But I'll take you all down with me. I'll burn this place to the ground, and it'll be Chase and Jackie's own personal hell when they get back. Nothing will be left of you two for them to save."
Jameson trembled, reaching out for Henrik's coat for comfort. Henrik went down to his level, but tried his best to keep his gun trained as he whispered reassuring words to his little brother. "Are we going to die?" Jameson signed slowly.
"No, no. Of course not. We'll make it out of here, I promise."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, dear doctor," called the magician, and the moment Henrik thought to raise his gun once more, there were the flames, obscuring his vision, and scalding them both with their purple tinge. Henrik covered Jameson before thinking of himself, the magical fire burning his skin and bones away until there was nothing but a lab coat over Jameson.
Marvin didn't even give the younger one closure before controlling the flames to eat him, too, the bowler hat which he'd taken off as the only thing remaining in his memory.
The fire had been noticeable from the street, citizens alerting Jackie and his brother as they seen them, and the firemen who'd already arrived were there to tell them there were no survivers, but a note in messy, glitched out writing, reading, "Next time they won't go so easily."
As Chase grieved over the only objects that had been saved from the fire, Jackie couldn't help but have thr thought, 'Could they still be alive?'
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Jacksepticeye and Friends/Egos One-Shots
FanfictionSome one-shots. The first part explains most of what needs to be said but just a note that this won't get consistently updated. I write shorts when I feel like practicing or I have a good enough idea that doesn't need more than one part.
