XD Looks Legit!

XD looks legit!

I got a submission yesterday that inspired me so jo

So, I have this cool Project.

So I have this cool project I’ve started working on. I don’t want to give too much away, but I think y'all will love it. C: Don’t worry, it won’t slow down the progress of the next part of the Abandoned by God. I’ll only work on it when I have spare time. I can’t with to show you all what it is. Just know, it’s going to be awesome and think you all will love it. :) Just you wait

Um, Im sorry, When did Anti get into this story? Who is the Actor? I've been reading the chapters, but what is this? I don't mean any disrespect. Just wondering.

It’s fine to ask questions! It’s why the ask box is open. C: 

Okay, so Anti was introduced in Chapter 2, Part 6. (I’ll fix the tags so it’s easier to find the different parts) After all, with everything going to hell, you don’t really think Anti would pass up a chance to not only steal power but also taunt Dark that his plan has failed? Oh no.

I suppose I should explain this now since it’s an important bit of the story, and it really is never touched on til, much, much later. The Hosts personality was falling to pieces and he was starting to revert back to his stronger past self, the Author. As the Author is not only older than the Host, but also has more power. The Host resists it for as long as possible, longer than it should have been possible. He was so resilient, by the time Host was giving up, The Authors personality was beginning to fall apart as well. Their melting personalitys melded together creating the Actor. My theater-loving, bat-swinging son.  Funny you mention Anti and Actor though…

You were not disrespectful in any way, feel free to ask as many questions as you wish. x) 

À̷͝b̴͏̷̶͏a̢̨͜͠͞ǹ̢͏d̴̴̢͜o̸̧͘n҉͏e͟͡d̸̴̛͢͢ ̶̨́͢b͟͡y͢͞͝͏̨ ̷͘͜͡G͢ǫ̷̧͟ḑ̕͠ ̷͠  Chapter 2, A deal with the Devil, Part 6, Glitch who Needs no Introduction.

He doesn't think he’ll ever forget it. Not now, not ever. He’ll never forget the look on Jacks' face when he took control. When he showed once and for all he wasn't something to be played with. Not something that would just cooperate with everything his maker said.

There was a hunger for power and attention. He was the main event, the reason why they all watched. He was the clock ticking away the audiences long hours theorizing and roleplaying. It was intoxicating his already twisted mind and was more gratifying more than any other sensation he'd ever felt. He recognized that look of exhilaration on its face.

What is that?

There was a thing of beauty in front of him as Anti watched from the screen wondering who in the world could this creature of independence be? Marks panicked speech all but muted by the vengeful roar of the bat swiping through the air. The strikes were calculated, each had a designated target, making each one potentially fatal. A beautiful dance of emotions.

But it was wasted on a definite partner who could never appreciate the beauty of it.

He processed the expression on Marks' face.

It was the same as Jacks.

Who is this?

The figment orchestrating the Creators doom was made of well-built form cloaked in a casually black button up vertically white striped quarter sleeved shirt. Grey pants with torn up knees covered his legs. His slip on shoes a darker gray. It would make sense for him to have slip ons, for he didn't seem like the type to have good knot tying abilities as where his eyes (maybe?) once were. All that remained were black sockets. Eyes that enveloped Anti with a story that was better than any book could ever hope. That's when the smell hit him. It was the smell of blood and decay, but with an after thought of pain and ink. Anti stared through the screen of the monitor and wondered,

Who is he?

He may not know who he was, but he knew exactly what he was going through.

Pink flooded his vision and Anti fled the monitor and retreated back to the depths of the code out of surprise. the feeling of solitude slithering down his spine. he wanted to go back, to see and hear more about this stranger he knew from a glance.

No.

He had come here for a reason, he could not abandon his goals just because he had seen another one of Marks discarded creations. No

He would simply hunt the mystery ego down after he got a physical form.

Speaking of,

Anti swam through the sea of code searching for the status of the Googles. He bypassed the firewall easily, Hm. The Googles prided themselves on their security, but it looked like this software hadn’t been updated or maintained in months. Makes it easy for him.

Google Unit Red- Offline

Google Unit Yellow- Pending

Google Unit Blue- O̶nl͙͙i҉̘n̜͙̝̯͐ͥ̌͘͟͝e̶͈̭͙̘̯͎͕̥ͬ̾ͩ̅͘͜

Google Unit Green-Powering Up

Anti figures Green is the best way to go as, last time he checked, Green had the most information. Antis face cracked a sickening smirk as he waited for Green to power up, waited for the moment his system was the most valuable, and then like a snake is on the grass, jumped from the computers code to Greens mainframe the second the androids eyes split open.

Another one! :D I might draw some Bim Trimmer, Oliver or Dr.Iplier soon. Maybe all of them, I don't know, whatever inspires me the most. C: There's probably gonna be another another oneshot starring our favorite AI boys posted tonight, and then definitely the next part of the Abandoned by God tomorrow. I believe that s all I have to say for now, See you all later! :D

À̷͝b̴͏̷̶͏a̢̨͜͠͞ǹ̢͏d̴̴̢͜o̸̧͘n҉͏e͟͡d̸̴̛͢͢ ̶̨́͢b͟͡y͢͞͝͏̨ ̷͘͜͡G͢ǫ̷̧͟ḑ̕͠ ̷͠  Chapter 2, A deal with the Devil, Part 7, Set Aflame.

It was after he had woken up. He remembers what he taught him in times like these. He had taught him, when panic invades his mind, tearing him from within. Count down from five, and breathe.

Five things you See. Red. Red was all. Pink is what he was used to seeing, but after blinking away some of that dreadful red.

Breath.

He saw the black metal floor,

Blink,

A flashing blue and red light,

Blink,

A small figure in the distance, and something seemingly waving behind her. Her? Wha- No, his breathing sped up and he knew he had to focus, something he wasn’t exactly known for. That’s for sure.

Breath.

He saw wires scattered around him as if they had been torn apart in a fight.

Four things he can feel, What can he feel? Pain. His chest was set aflame as his life force flooded out of him. Drain his very existence. Speaking of it,

There was a wet feeling on his fingers and left the side of his chest. And as his body went cold,

Warmth came with the blood. Ah, that’s what the red meant.

Breath.

His head was stuffed with cotton, and all his thoughts were on him.

Breath.

Why?

Breath.

He felt guilt claw its way through what was left of his chest and up to his throat, leaving his lips as a sob. He almost heard his voice in his ears confronting his thoughts and chaos that was his soul. He had to focus.

Three things he could hear.

Approaching steps,

A terrible ringing,

Why?

His heartbeat.

Why?

Two things he could smell.

Nothing. the warmth of the earth slipped away to absolutely nothing, no, less than nothing.

Less than nothing is what his existence had become. He was worthless for not being able t…

His world became red,

WHY?

He was his fucking friend,m, he had done everything he could, it was not his fault for what happened! He did what he had too, It wasn’t his fault Host was a fucking unstable mess.  It wasn’t his fault, iT WASNT HIS DAMN FAULT.

HOW. HOW COULD HE?!

His world flooded back in red as the fire in his chest changed to a different kind of destruction. Instead of it destroying him. It wanted to destroy the world around him. To tear it all apart and dance on the ashes and traitor who dared to say he didn’t have their best interest in mind. Wilford knows whats best.

How dare he?!

He felt his powers surged around him as reality was suddenly bending to him once more and ecstasy flooded through his veins. Finally. Finally. He was in control again. Finally. The world was his again. He took the strings of reality and bent everything around him to chaos. Not the pink chaos he was known for. But a strange monochrome that was familiar to another ego. He screamed. He screamed as loud as he could, in rage and agony and the disappearing guilt. And in the chaos and madness, he could almost hear Amy screams.