This AU is a very different reality. Joel, Sonny and Daft Punk were never insanely famous musicians and have completely different backstories. The world is also a lot more miserable.
DEADMAU5 : JOEL ZIMMERMAN
Young electronic music producer and victim of an unfortunate car accident early in his career (Think Ghost 'N Stuff MV, but with a lot more blood) that left severe damage to 95% of his skull. As a means to save his life, he had to have his skull permanently replaced with an experimental prosthetic head. Over the years, he made his own upgrades to the spherical prosthetic, adding ears, LED display and numerous others and gave himself the
How are you?
I am fine, thank you.
Stop lying…
How was your weekend?
It was great, tons of fun!
Besides the nights I spent crying….
Are you sure you’re okay?
Yeah, of course I am fine.
No I’m not I am in so much pain….
Can you imagine being alone?
No, that would be horrible!
Summary:
When Jeff the Killer and Slenderman are taken into the SCP Foundation, neither of them are exactly happy about it.
Work Text:
"Easy, guys!"
The youth giggled as he was manhandled into the truck, blood running down his face from a wound above his electric-blue eye. He grinned - although he really didn't have much choice - and winked at the one remaining female guard, who stared him in undisguised revulsion.
"Nice ass, sweetheart."
"Shut up, Jeffrey," one of the guards growled, and Jeff pouted, eyes sparking in the flickering light of the cafeteria sign.
"You're not making this very fun," he sighed, and was thrown to the floor of
The King and The Killer 5 (A Masky X Jeff fanfic) by Captain-Jei, literature
Literature
The King and The Killer 5 (A Masky X Jeff fanfic)
~Jeff’s POV~
The sun is dying on the horizon, bleeding different shades of gold red and pink out across the lingering clouds, the ground beneath my feet is no longer the smooth cement side walk of the city. Masky and I are at the edge of the city, a giant forest looming out in front of us only a yard or so away. Before it, is a large stone building. And that’s where we’re heading.
The busy hum of the city is no longer hissing in my ears. It’s quiet out here. Some may even describe it as too quiet. The desolate forest isn’t alive with bird song, it is cold and silent. With only the sound of an occasio
The King and The Killer 4 (A Masky X Jeff fanfic) by Captain-Jei, literature
Literature
The King and The Killer 4 (A Masky X Jeff fanfic)
~Jeff’s POV~
It’s been a few days since our adventure at the video store. To be honest I’m surprised we still have those around, due to all the fancy new methods of watching TV, like Netflix and pay-per-view. But whatever. It’s been nice, just lazing about the house with Masky, er Tim.
Sometimes he goes out to do things, but generally he stays at my place. I guess he’s had his fill of people, since he doesn’t seem to like them very much. But he makes alright company.
I finish dumping a cupful of dog food into Smile’s bowl then trudge back into the living room. My vision’s still hazy fro
I am the shadow, and I am the light
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
The King and The Killer 3 (A Masky X Jeff fanfic) by Captain-Jei, literature
Literature
The King and The Killer 3 (A Masky X Jeff fanfic)
~Back to Masky’s POV :’D~
It’s been three days since my little incident, when I woke up at Jeff’s apartment. That’s also the place I spend most of my time now. I’ve no clue why really, since he’s usually a sarcastic dick most of the time, or not even home. And he comes back drenched in blood half the time. I’m thinking of tailing him tonight, to see what his deal is. It’s not so hard to believe that he’s part of some gang, or maybe even some weirdo from one of the mobs that work around here.
However... The whole ‘Other world’ kind of nonsense has me curious. It’s
Dark Sadistic Muse:
I seat myself before the computer,
With fingers poised over fading keys.
Eagerly awaiting my latest epic;
Yet frozen by a lack of inspiration.
Here I sit, staring at the blank document.
The dark background mirroring the world behind me.
I swallow hard as my body locks;
Hairs tense as I sense her arrival...
Slender fingers soon wrap themselves around my throat.
With claw-like nails digging in painfully,
They prick the skin that lies just beneath my Adam’s apple;
Leaving me nursing a rather painful necklace.
"Your hands aren't moving," she coos softly,
Her clawed fingers gently stroking my chin.
"Why is that, I won