THIS WORLD IS MINE

THIS WORLD IS MINE

I just wanted to draw Chaos Nazo, so here he is!

YIPPEE

I personally just... Do not understand why he keeps willingly interacting with FNAF content. He has never cared for the franchise, and has never really liked anything that has to do with it- So why would he put himself through watching a movie that he probably knew he wouldn't like? Are we really that surprised that he didn't like it? 💀 And why should we let whatever he thinks ruin our fun and enjoyment? At the end of the day, he's just some guy

This fandom is absolutely stunted when it comes to growing the hell up. It's completely okay for Jack to not like the movie and he's not the only one. You immature losers are the reason why we have a PG-13 movie instead of R rated. Scott and whoever else is in control thinks we're all still ten because y'all can't act like the older teens & adults we all are.

The movie is a retelling of the ORIGINAL FNAF STORY which is where we all began, so knowing FNAF lore or being a fan to begin with is not required at all. Jack is the perfect viewer for this movie because he's not expecting a million lore things...and he just didn't like it! I didn't either. I still enjoyed experiencing the FNAF movie after all those years of waiting and I'm totally fine with it being a piece of a shit.

ONE DIMENSIONAL

You don't know YouTubers, and YouTubers don't know you either. They're human beings and they don't owe you their attention. It's insane this has to be said. Every time I think this community has grown, I am slapped in the face 💀 get a grip...

💀...

@vanyzvat your wish is my command

ALTR 251521

Chapter 1: No Strings Attached

Chapter 2: His Name

Chapter 3: Jac͟k̷͟s͟͠e̸̷͡ptį͡c̀ę͢͠y̡é

Chapter 4: Chase Brody (You are here!)

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

Summary: When Reader finally sees Anti again, he has some things he needs to explain. Surely with time, all questions will be answered...

(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.)

About a week has passed since you discovered the Jacksepticeye channel. And it's been about a week has passed since you lastly saw Anti.

Did you push him away by asking too many questions? Did you know too much? Was he afraid of answering the questions you had, or did he just want you to find the answers on your own? Where the fuck was he?

He's never been away for that long.

Part of you is starting to worry that you might've been at fault.

You actually missed his presence. You couldn't help it- He was the only friend you had, of course you wanted to do everything within your power to keep him around.

You never even had a problem with loneliness until he decided to show up, anyway. Now, the longer he was away, the more you felt yourself grow mad. So technically, it was his fault.

You were so desperate about his whereabouts that you even bothered checking the IRIS website, trying to find any sort of news about "ALTR 114209", as they called him.

...But there was nothing, nothing more than their awful merchandise and propaganda.

Right now, you were lying in bed, about to sleep yet another day away.

Was he okay?

You've been maintaining the same old schedule, the same old routine. But it's different now, because part of your routine was suddenly gone.

Would you have to deal with going back to being completely alone? Was he never coming back? You didn't want to think about it. You didn't want to deal with that again.

You didn't have much to do anyway- It was just record, edit, upload. Record, edit, upload. Sometimes you didn't even eat, you went straight to bed because it was so exhausting.

You were just too damn stressed to focus on your work, yet you tried working anyway, and it was taking everything out of you.

You were trying to sleep, but you couldn't.

But nothing worked.

You just couldn't- Your thoughts were too loud.

You counted in your head, you put on relaxing music, you closed your eyes and didn't move, you shifted into a more comfortable position.

All that, over and over again.

Maybe it's been hours since you firstly tucked yourself into bed. Maybe it's been only minutes that just felt like hours. Time escaped you, and you were too tired to try reaching out for your phone to check it.

After a while, you finally felt your eyes slowly close on their own and you drifted off to sleep.

Finally, you could rest...

...

But you were so fucking tired- If this were a burglar, or just some person looking to cause you harm, you were definitely a goner.

That was until you heard a loud noise coming from somewhere inside your house.

You sat up from your lying position within a second, trying to fully regain consciousness.

You supposed without Anti, you really were nothing.

You got so confident with having him around that you thought he would actually stay. That was really stupid.

You catch a glimpse of a figure, the silhouette of a man in the darkness of your house.

You slowly shifted out of your bed, and kept yourself close to the wall as you walked to the door of your room. You carefully opened it, barely enough so you could take a peek at whoever was outside.

Your vision turned to static as you landed your eyes on him, as if you were the lense of a corrupted camera.

It's him.

Holy shit, it's him.

Anti.

He's back, he didn't abandon you.

You're relieved, but your mind is going foggy.

It hurts.

And as he slowly turns to look directly into you, as if he knew you were watching him the entire time, your body grows heavy, and you fall to the ground.

And with a thud, you've blacked out.

...Fast forward to a few hours later most likely, you woke up. You're back on your bed, blanket covering you. Except now, you can see bloody handprints all over it.

Goddammit.

You turn your head and see him sitting on the ground besides the bed, his back facing you.

Anyway- You seem to feel alright now...

You haven't been able to rest properly for a while. Maybe seeing Anti finally put your mind at ease, knowing that he actually came back.

When he hears the bed creak from your movement, his head turns around completely, his neck cracking. Like he was some sort of fucking owl.

“Can you not.”

“S͜oŕr̕y̢, so͞rr͟y...”

He then actually gets up and turns his body around to match the direction of his head.

He's bloody, but you know the blood isn't his...

Or maybe it is, some of it.

“Ju̵s̨t m͟e͘s͢s͏i͢ng a̛ro͏und to͠ ̀li̶ghte̵n th̵e mo͠o͝d̀.”

“You're getting blood everywhere. Now I'll have to change the sheets and mop again.”

“Ho͡w a̧r̴e y͠oú f̀ee͡l̷ing? You͞ loo̧ked͘ li͏ke̷ shi̧t͟ w͜hen͏ I saw y̸o͠u.”

He rolled his eyes at you, then sat at the corner of the bed.

He sighed.

“You don't get to say that. You came in here all bloodied, smelling like a rotting corpse.”

“...Ca͠n't͟ a͞rgưe wi͏t̵h̴ t͏hat.”

“I'm fine... I needed that rest- I just feel a little groggy. I was worried about you, actually...”

“I thought you... Wouldn't come back after the things we talked about. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable by asking too much.”

“H̨o̕w ̨swee͡t òf you̷ t̛o͘ thi̸n̢k̵ about ̷m͝e.”

“Yóú d̷idn't mi͢ss me to̸o m͠úch, di͝d yo͜u͠?”

To that, he laughs.

“I ̧nev̕er tru͞l͢y̡ g̢o ąw̕a̶y.”

“It's okay. I want to be involved in your life. You're my friend, and I want to get to know you better.”

“Bu̴t dón'͘t͏ w͡orr͟y a͏b̧ou̴t̵ me̛, yóu͞ did͢n't do anything w͝ro̸ng.”

“I̕ sh̶ou̢l͢d b͘e the͟ o̴n͢e say̢in̶g͘ ͏s̕orry f͏o̷r̛ dr͏a͜g͠ģing y̷o͝u in̡t́ơ my m͡e͞sses.”

“H͡àh. T̀han͟k̕ yoū.”

Despite everything, despite all that you've seen, and all that he's told you. All the times he's dismissed you or pushed you away, all the times he thought nothing of you.

Friend. You really considered him your friend.

And yet you still kept giving him chances, continued trying to talk to him until he broke.

“I saw your... Letter.”

“Did you have enough time to think?”

...The conversation dies after that.

“There'̴s nev̡e̵r͠ eno̷u͞ģh t̴im̧è t͡o t̵hi̵nk.”

“Bu͞t̷... I'̷ll fi͏gu͞r͝e̸ things out͝.”

You want to bring up the things you discovered, but you're not sure if he was ready to talk about that yet. Your dream, Jack, everything. Surprisingly, Anti's the one who breaks the silence this time.

“I̸ kn͏ow y͢ou fǫund ̷ou̕t.”

“...I'm not surprised. What happened to Jack after you slit his- Your throat? He came back as if nothing happened a few years after.”

“T̨h̢at per̴son iśn't Ja͝c͠k- J̢a̢ck͜ is gone. I'̛v͡è h̴i͟d̀d̕en ̧him͞ a̶w͝ay wh͞i̧le I wo̢rk͞ i̴n the ́s͜i͝d͏el̸i̵ne̴s.”

“...What?”

“I understand... I think? But, I'm surprised people haven't noticed.”

“So who is that?”

“O͢ne ̴of J̡ack͠'͢s̕... "F́rien͏ds". His nāme's Chase Brod̛y. They looķ ve͠r̛y ̛a̕like, as yòū can tell... Wh̵ic͠h is wh͏y he t̕oo̡k ov̕er̀ th̸at͞ c͢h́a̵nn̕el͘.”

“Ḩe d͞oe͟sn't̀ wan̴t peop̷l̴e to knǫw ͘th͟e ́t̶rut̀h̀.”

That's a scary thought...

“Of c̀o̕urs̕e t͟h͟ey ha͡ven't. Ţh̷ey don't ca͜re a̢b̸o͝u̧t̛ J̸ack̛. Ţh̵ey w͡oul͞dn't n̶ơt͟i͝ce i͜f so̶meǫne͟ rep̡la͟ce̡d ͟h͏im͞.”

The conversation dies once again.

It's hard to find the right things to ask, and the right way to ask them. You want to ask about him, about Jack, about Chase.

Before you think, harsh words escape your mouth...

“You're doing all of this, having gone down a path of no return, for someone who probably wants nothing to do with you?”

He's a bit surprised at your words, maybe even a little offended, but he smiles through his response anyway.

“Who fuckíng ca͠r̡e͞s̡ if I'm ́a l̵i̧ttle ͜u̧s̷ęd a̸nd̢ ̷ab͢use̴d? At th́e ver̨y ̷ļeast I ̢c͢an ḩave̛ a l͠itt̛le fun whi͟le I͢'m at ̸i̷t.”

“I care?”

“...Wéll. Tḩere'̡s no̢ n͜e̢ed f́o͢r͞ t͜h̀a̧t, b̸ut th̷àn̴k y͟o͡u agáin anyway.”

Where is this coming from?

Did you really think so lowly of Anti that you felt he needed to be validated like this?

He's not sure if he should be appreciative or offended.

“Y͟oú're be͞i͜ǹg̡ too kin͞d̕.”

“I think you needed it.”

“You could use a friend? Then I'm here to fit that role. Hell, I'm glad I chose to talk to you. Even if the way we met wasn't the most pleasant...”

You chuckle.

“Se͢ri̵ously, stǫp i̵t.”

“I̸t͠'͞s unc̴omf̧o̷rt̢áb̛le̛.”

Anti shrugged as he looked away, glancing off at a wall. He sinks into himself whenever Jack is brought up in the conversation.

“Alright, alright, I'll stop now.”

“Still... I'm sorry about whatever happened between you and Jack.”

“Even if it's at your own expense?”

“It̨... I͠t's ͢a ́lo͠ng st̢óry͠.”

“Him a̷nd̕ I ͜ǵo͏ ́w̵a̢y͏ b̀ack. But I'̷d still d̡o an͟y̡t͡h̕in̷g fo͝r ́hi̸m.”

“I̷ g̀uess so.”

“When you put it like that... I guess I do depend on your company a bit. I never realized how much I needed someone to be my friend.”

“Bu͟t, I ap̴p͜r͟e̷ci̵at̢e yòu for évery͢thi̡ng y͠ou'̧ve d͝ơn̛e for m̛e. After all you've seen, heard, watched. Y͢o̶u̢'re s̡til͏l͏ here, w͠aiti̸ng fo͏r m̷e ͞t̢o͘ com̷e to you.”

“E̷ven w̕he͡n you don't kn̷ow̧ w͜he͠n I͞'l̨l sho̴w ųp ne̴xt, i͢f at all.”

“So, in a way, I guess you've also helped me.”

He smiled.

“But- Please don't leave me waiting for this long again. I was worried something had happened to you.”

“You're just saying that.”

“I'̡m s͡o͜rr͢y. Sometímes it is̵n't m͘y c͠h͜oi̵c̢e. If ̧I͏ ̡co͞u̸ld̷, I'́d ͏st̸ay by your side͝ ͠at̡ all tim͜es.”

“Okay, yeah, now you're just being nice to me.”

“M̴aỳb̴e Í am, mayb̡e I'm n̸o̢t̨...”

“B͞u͢t w̧he͢n̨ I say I ̴ap͝p̢re͝c͜i̕ate̢ you, I do m̷ean it.”

“Wh͏ý wou̧ld̢n'́t I? Y̛ou'̢re al̛w̴ay͞s ńice to ̶m̨e.”

“I don't really have much of a choice, do I? If I wasn't, you would've killed me a long time ago.”

That really would be the case at the beginning of your interactions.

Sheesh.

At least now it's more of a lighthearted joke than anything.

“Tou̡c̕h͡é̢... But t͞ha͟t's n̡o̧t̀ a̧ll the̢re is t̡o i̧t̀, is͏ i͟t?”

“Of course not! I'm exaggerating. At the end of the day, I appreciate you, too.”

“It's nothing, really.”

“Thank you̷, ag̴ain.”

“Yo͟ur woŗd̶s ma͡k͏ę all o͟f th̶iś fee̸l̀ wo̸rth̀w̕h͟ile. Í hav̢e someo͠n̡e to ͏r͟un ͘t͜o.”

“Now... Could you please go get yourself cleaned. Why did you show up all bloodied anyway?”

“I̷ was̢... In͜ á hu̧rry̷.”

“Ànd then I cau͞s̴ed̡ you to p͏ass̢ out, a̧n̨d Į ̕want͏ed̀ ţo͟ sta̸y so I çou̧ld́ bé the̵r͞é whe͘n y̕ou̵ ͞w͏oke ưp in c̨àse y̵ǫu̧ n̷e̢ed͢ed̕ so̶m̢ethi͜ng͏.”

Did he actually feel guilty over that? Or was he just saying so because he felt like he should?

“...You wanted to keep me company?”

“I͞ woul͠d͝ ̢ra͝t̸h̷er cut m͏y͠ he͝ad͞ ̶òf͞f than put it that wāy.”

“It's okay. You basically already admitted it anyway.”

And with that, Anti headed into your bathroom to get himself cleaned up.

You weren't sure if your shower would still be white after he was done, but he needed it, so... It was a sacrifice you were willing to make.