Happy Pride Month!

Happy pride month!

THIS IS SO AMAZING! Great job on this!

Oh no! Our egos...they're broken!

(this took me over 23 hours. It's my largest drawing to date!)

BLOOD

Good ol Anti drawing that I made inspired by a Greek song I was listening to

PAINTING

Concept - Anti paints (with ✨blood✨) and asks Darkiplier to be his muse

I was originally gonna have Anti use an exacto knife instead of an actual brush but scrapped that idea

ALTR 251521

Chapter 1: No Strings Attached

Chapter 2: His Name

Chapter 3: Jac͟k̷͟s͟͠e̸̷͡ptį͡c̀ę͢͠y̡é (You are here!)

Chapter 4: Chase Brody

Jack is only mentioned briefly, and is erased from the story (Due to being retconned) as a character in Chapter 5 and onward.

Summary: Reader discovers the mysteries of the Jacksepticeye channel. There, they find out way more than they intend to...

(A lot of things are based off personal headcanons and my own interpretation of these characters! Please keep that in mind. I apologize in advance for any errors! Please let me know if there are any so I can fix them.)

Anti looks different. He looks... Younger.

Your vision clears slowly as a scene unfolds right infront of your very eyes. Two men, one backed up against the wall, and the other towering over him. You only recognize one of them- Anti, while you can't quite make the face of the other person.

Instead of the familiar red aura that you are used to, there is, instead, a green essence. You can't really describe it. It hurts your eyes.

He is glitching, and while you are used to him doing so, it's way more prevalent than what you've seen. He's twitching, twisting, turning. You call out to him, but it's like he can't even hear you. You can't intervene.

When he finally speaks, you shut up. His voice is different, too. More distorted. There's a huge bloody gash on his neck, that's probably part of why-

And god, it's fucking macabre, you can barely look at it. There's blood constantly oozing from the wound, and he's struggling to speak coherent words because of it.

“Wòrds͡ ͘ar̸e nǫt̡ ͏en͞ou͞gh͞ t̨o ͞des͡cr̸ibe t͏he sh̕it I'h͟ave̡ ha̶d̴ t͝o ́pu͟t́ up w͜i̸th f͘r̴om͜ t̵he mom̕ent̀ I càme ̛into exis͡t͠eǹce,”

He snarled, letting out a rage he has not ever put into words- Feelings of resentment that had grown inside him overtime.

He's letting them out, finally allowing himself to express the pain he has kept inside his being.

“Wh̴ere do ̀you thin͢k̵ all ̕ýo̢u̧r negat͟iv̀e ȩm͡o͜ti͝o͜n̢s g̢o̴?”

“Yo͡ur a͢ng̛er, your͞ e͜n͜v͟y̧, your sa̵d͏nes̀s̛? I͜ f̷eel ţhe͜m, ̶J̀ack. Th̶e͝ỳ fe̵s͠t̡e͡ŗ wit̴h̕in me a͟n̵d͠ give m͞e͏ powe̸r. I͟ áb͏sorb t̷hem f̷o̴r ́y̨ou, an̵d̷ t́hey̵ hu͢r̕t.”

“Th̶èy͢ ͝k̡ee͡p ̧m̵e a͝li͞v́e, and k͞eep̡ yo̸u we̷l̢l.”

Jack...

You can't see his face, but you feel his expression of horror. You feel as it slowly falls apart as he listens to the other's words. After a moment of realization, came the immense confusion.

All that he could ask was... Why?

Anti stood over the man, with him sti pressed up against the wall helplessly. He's absolutely defenseless, but the ego doesn't plan on hurting him.

"Ego"? Where is that word coming from?

“Do you͡ fee͠l powerf͏ul k͢n͡owing al͡l of t͞hese... Lif͡eless͟ t̀h͟ings de̵p͡en̷d on̸ yo͟u?”

“Yo̷u̧ f̶e͝e͏l supe̡r͝ìo̶r pi͡ck̸ing̕ up a s͞t͏ray ca͜t?”

“D͜o y͜ou̵ feel good̴ know͠i̶ńg so m̕an̢y lov̡e ̷yo̷u? D̶o̷ȩs it f̀e͟e͠l͞ g͜ood to hu͞r̀t m̢e?”

“Yo͝u're ͘j̵u̵s͝t̢ lik̀e̴ me.”

...The sun had something personal against you today, and decided wake you up by shining right above your eyes.

You groaned and complained, but eventually succumbed and rubbed your eyes before opening them.

And that's when you realized you must've passed out, and it was already morning. What the hell happened? How did you get here?

What was that dream...

You tried to recall the events of yesterday, and then remembered... Anti.

You looked around to try to find any sign of him, but he was nowhere to be found. Everything was where it should be, as if he was never even there in the first place...

As worried as you were, you tried to not think about it too much. He probably wouldn't like you being all concerned over him, anyway.

You yawned, then lazily sat up from the couch. There's a blanket on you that you don't remember originally being there.

You were behind on schedule in regards to your channel, so your schedule right now was to get washed up, make yourself some coffee, and go right back to work.

You walked into the bathroom and did your business, then washed your face. The cold water seemed to do the trick, because now you were wide awake.

Afterwards, you went into your room and changed into new clothes.

As you were changing, you remembered you had left your editing software open, before Anti came in and convinced you to take a break.

“Oh god.”

You ran into your recording room once you were done changing, only to find that your computer was turned off. Shit.

Panic briefly occupied your mind at the thought that your computer shut down on its on and you'd have to edit the video all open again, when you noticed a note left on your desk.

You picked up the note, and on it, written in a barely decipherable font, "—Anti."

"Sorry for yesterday. But I'm not sorry for making you take a break.

I took a look at your video and decided to finish it myself to make up for your lost time.

You can check the file yourself and tweak whatever you want. Though I'm very confident I've got your style down.

I won't be visiting for a while. I need to distract myself for a while, and think."

...He knew how to edit? Since when? Either way, you were very relieved to know your hard work hadn't gone unfinished.

Though it was surprising to know Anti was thoughtful enough to try to "make up for your lost time", even if you didn't consider any time you spent with him lost- You just wouldn't take him as that type of person at first glance.

You sat down and crackled your knuckles, then turned on your computer.

After half an hour of taking a look through the edited footage, you were convinced Anti was stalking you- He probably was.

Everything was edited the exact same as you would've done it.

When you thought that somewhere would've been a good opportunity for a joke or cut, it happened.

As if a future version of you had come to edit your footage to play a prank on you- It was almost unreal.

There was no way he really knew you that well... But you appreciated it? Still creepy.

When you were done reviewing the footage, you went straight into uploading it. You didn't tweak anything, it was fine as is.

It was nice to know you didn't need to spend too much time on this one, and that someone had already done it for you. Maybe you should pay Anti a couple of bucks for it- But of what use would money be to him anyway?

Oh well, whatever.

You'd find a way to pay him back, in some way that he also likes... If only you actually knew what he liked, if there was anything.

You get up from your seat and head into the kitchen to make yourself some coffee. While you get busy doing that, the dream you had comes back to mind. What was that all about?

Jack...

The person who betrayed Anti, maybe?

That dream you had couldn't have somehow came from the back of your conscience, it was a vision, it must've been.

Something that had already happened in the past? The effects of constantly being around Anti?

You had questions. It definitely wasn't a coincidence.

You bring your coffee with you to your room, ready to just waste the morning away by watching YouTube videos.

In your curiosity, you remember Anti mentioning how this Jack person was similar to you- How he'd entertain the world and give his audience everything they wanted.

You suddenly get the bright idea to search "Jack YouTuber", or something like that, in your search bar.

You didn't expect to actually find anything, but you quickly stumble across a channel called Jacksepticeye.

And the moment you click on the channel, you are hit with multiple thumbnails of this person- He looks so fucking similar to Anti, it's uncanny.

Was this... Was this Jack? It had to be, Jack was in the channel name. Right? You quickly search up his real name in another tab to prove your assumption correctly.

You then go back, and start to scroll through the videos featured on the channel. This guy, whoever he was, seemed pretty consistent for the most part.

That is, until you stumble across a sudden... Gap in the timeline.

He kept a tight upload schedule up until 2016, then mysteriously vanished for three whole years.

The rest of the videos on the channel are from 2019 and onward.

That's odd.

There's a certain video that greatly catches your attention- The last ever video uploaded on the channel in 2016, before the absurd gap. The title, though difficult to read, is “Say Goodbye”.

You feel the need to watch it.

Part of you doesn't want to.

But you have to.

You need to.

You feel like you will die if you don't.

And so, you click on it, and start watching. The second it starts playing, you're overwhelmed by Jack's enthusiasm- Or whatever that whole thing in the beginning was supposed to be.

You keep watching. And as you're doing so, you realize it's obviously a Halloween video. He mentions it right at the start, the whiteboard behind him has "Happy Halloween" written on it, it's uploaded on Halloween, he's carving a pumpkin.

The entire way through, you're focused on the screen infront of you.

You... You can't take your eyes off of it.

There's something familiar, calling you, telling you you cannot look away.

You have to keep watching.

There's moments where you see a figure behind Jack. Sometimes its infront of him, sometimes it's subtle and sometimes not.

Your eyes hurt from watching.

You can't blink.

You see flashes everytime this figure appears, your head hurts, and you're crying from how sore your eyes had become.

But you still can't blink.

Jack suddenly stops talking.

The silence is driving you insane, you think you're going insane.

He brings the knife to his neck, but you know he's not the one doing it.

His hand is shaking, trying to resist, but he's not the one in control. This entire time he wasn't the one in control of himself, has he?

He drags the blade across his neck.

A clean slash.

An open wound that bleeds constantly, a scar that will never heal.

His head falls, resting against the now carved pumpkin.

He's lifeless, but he's not dead.

There's laughter, horrible, wicked laughter.

But you feel like it's not directed to you.

You feel as if you are watching something that, though important, is not truly meant for you.

...And there he is.

Anti, you know him all too well, but he doesn't look like how you see him now-

He looks just like he did in your dream.

Was this really how he got that neck wound?

How did you, in all your time staring at him, miss the scar?

Or was there no scar at all?

He talks, and talks, and talks.

Though he's not really talking, he's yelling, yelling at someone. His voice is, to say the least, fucked up- You can barely understand a word of what he's saying.

Is this what he meant when he referred to Jack's "community"? Did they really just sit and watch him die, staying until the end for their own gain? Starving Jack off the content he could give, even if it killed him?

Despite what that may say about your own morals, you understand where Anti's coming from. Those people really didn't care about what happened to Jack, they just wanted to be entertained.

That's what you understood, at least.

Finally, you can blink again.

You wipe your eyes.

Anti knew how Jack felt- He was the part his mind kept repressing until it took physical form. Right? Something like that.

Anti was the villain in their eyes, you could already tell. They missed his point, and didn't care at all about what he had to say.

They didn't understand what he was saying, what his words meant. Murderer, they called him- Hypocrites. Had it not been for Anti taking things to the extreme, nothing would've been done.

Huh... He did so much for Jack, and got nothing in return.

Suddenly, you think of Anti a bit differently. You've figured Jack himself doesn't understand why Anti did the things he did- And you can't really blame him either. He's not the one at fault here, it's his audience.

...You don't know them. But you can't help but not like them very much.

You turn your screen off, and after you do, you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

As much as you were unaffected by Anti, those flashes, headaches and nosebleeds were irritating. You'd probably need to pop a few painkillers to help with this terrible headache.

Still, that didn't really matter now.

All you could think about was Anti.

You wanted to tell him you understood, that he wasn't alone, so many things. To let him know in one way or another that you were on his side- If he even wanted to hear it...

But, you'd have to wait.

Until he decided to show up again.

I fucking love him so much he deserves the world

Here's a little video I recorded of the main Eclipse interaction. He's so skrunkly.