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“T͞h͜ánk̛s̵ ͠fo͏r ͞le̷tt͠i͡n̸g͞ m͟e ̧o͜u͜t͘~”
If you can't draw shoes, blur them.
This is what happened right?
Y̷̖̕ò̴̼u̴̝͂ ̸͖͂f̷̼̆ọ̶̕r̸̠͐g̴͕̓o̷̘̍t̴͚͑ ̴̹͘t̷̮̅h̸̔ͅi̵̞͝s̴̞̋
RESTLESSLY
The amount of things I've done for you
I SEE YOU
More dramatic lighting stuff! Also added a healed neck wound scar or whatever :3
ANONYMOUS A
I love Anonymous M
ATTENTIVELY
more of this guy since the septicegos are the only thing keeping me alive
ALTR 251521
Chapter 1: No Strings Attached (You are here!)
Chapter 2: His Name
Chapter 3: Jac͟k̷͟s͟͠e̸̷͡ptį͡c̀ę͢͠y̡é
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 is a YouTuber who has lost everything (How and why is up to interpretation). As a result, they have lost their sense of fear entirely, and do not seem to care about consequences anymore.
They spend their days making content mainly focused on "debunking and exposing IRIS", taking advantage of their negative reputation for views.
They've been affected by ALTR 114209 for quite some time now, but they seem to be holding up just fine...
After forming a sort of "bond" with ALTR 114209 itself, the entity trusts them enough to get a bit more personal with them.
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.
You were not meant to be alive today- Not according to whatever the hell IRIS was saying, at least. “Overexposure to "ALTR 114209" not only puts you in danger, but also those around you”, they said. But you paid it no mind.
You didn't have anything, or anyone, so you didn't bother taking any precautions.
Maybe that sounded pessimistic to anyone who didn't actually know you, but you didn't see it that way. It was something you had accepted long ago.
A lonely life was what you lived, but it was more fulfilling than being surrounded by people who only held you back, who betrayed you, who left you behind.
As of now, you didn't really care about your fate.
You lived your life peacefully, content with whatever route it took. If something "bad" happened, you just rolled with it, and in return, nothing seemed to ever bother you.
Worrying about the outcomes, the consequences of your actions, the future- It was just another headache to you.
That made it- Him, curious.
And just like that, you became a target to him.
"Him", who you only called as such due to his appearance. Clearly, he was no ordinary human- He wasn't human at all.
He was able to warp reality itself to his will, and you figured that to him, this world was nothing more than a game. A game of puppets, in which he was the puppet master.
Still, you saw some resemblance- Signs of humanity within him. Or maybe, you saw yourself in him.
...That probably said more about you than about him, actually. Yeah, you should probably be concerned about that.
Still, he has been around you for so long now, and you didn't even know if he had a proper name yet.
He treated you like all the other ones at first- Just another toy made to entertain him after he broke his last one. That's what you assumed, anyway.
But you didn't react- Not in the way he wanted you to.
The whispers, the images he flashed in your eyes- They didn't get you like he had hoped.
You had seen them time and time again, but they only seemed to slightly inconvenienced you when you were trying to do your everyday tasks...
To you, he came off as desperate. To him, you were infuriating.
He seemed willing to go to every length to be satisfied, to finally get the reaction he wanted out of you, and you knew that. So you took it as a personal goal to not give him that.
You were thankful to not have a job that required you to actually leave your home, otherwise, the task of having to constantly explain your situation to everyone you come across would get annoying.
You figured that those living near you were most likely affected by ALTR 114209 too, but you honestly couldn't care less.
You didn't know them, and they didn't know you. It's their problem, not yours- You've stopped feeling remorse over your "selfish decisions" and thinking. Maybe that was why you were truly free.
The more you talked to him, the closer the two of you seemed to become.
That didn't mean it didn't take any effort, though. It took you many, many tries to finally get him to even respond to you.
After hearing him whisper unimportant nonsense in your ears and catching glimpses of him at the corner of your eyes for so long, you decided to try to approach him.
And you did, in hopes of getting something in return.
At first, he would stand completely still, unmoving until he faded into obscurity.
After that, he would only eye you up and down, then tilt his head to the side, almost out of intrigue.
And after that, he would only smile.
It was such an odd thing to you- Was he really so lonely, that he would do so much for one person? One, measly little human? You weren't giving him what he wanted, and yet he continued sticking around, trying over and over.
Weirdly enough, you could even go as far as to say you found his attempts endearing.
Bold of him to assume something wasn't already wrong with you, when nothing he was doing worked. You weren't normal, you were a "weird little freak" as he would put it.
He had considered giving up on you multiple times. You gave little to no reaction, you almost instantly moved on from anything he threw at you, and you even tried communicating with him. Who does that?
You were just a waste of his time.
But when he tried to give up on you, he found himself unable to. He'd grown attached to you.
And as annoying as that was for him, he thought of an alternative solution. He gave up on trying to break you, but he didn't give up on you entirely.
You had become his safe space.
You had given him a place where he could go to whenever he needed to hide, and whenever he felt like being treated like a guest.
“A puppet master needs to rest his hands if he wants to control his puppets properly”, that was his excuse.
Today, you were sitting by your work desk, surrounded by your monitors. Your editing program was open on your main screen, with you being busy cutting up some footage for your next upload.
Your channel was... A controversial one, and rightfully so. You've made multiple videos on IRIS, and why they are "not to be trusted".
You were a bit biased, considering your one and only friend was the one thing they were trying to get rid of.
It was kind of surprising they hadn't sent people to kidnap you in your sleep yet... Maybe they did try to, actually, but were unsuccessful. You couldn't imagine why.
Maybe it was because you were one of the few people who didn't bother installing those WTCHR cameras within your home.
You lifted the coffee mug off your desk and connected it to your lips, taking a long sip.
You were about to set it back down when suddenly, an odd image flashed brightly infront of you.
The image was of an event you had experienced before, only now, something was off. Your vision was blurry, and you blinked frantically in an attempt to bring it back to how it was before.
You felt your head grow heavy.
He was here, or- nearby. You knew.
Somehow, the thought of getting to talk to him again was enough to distract you from how sick you felt in that moment.
“Where are you?”
You tried to contain your excitement, and also your need to pass out right then and there. Thankfully, your sickness only lasted for a moment.
There were the faint sounds of laughter in the distance.
You could feel the temperature of the room rapidly declining.
“I̵ am ͝he͝re,”
He suddenly whispered in your left ear.
“I͞ ām t̡herê,”
He whispered in your right.
You see two hands covering your vision. Despite already knowing he was playful, he still managed to catch you off-guard.
“I'm ͝eve̢rywhere͏.”
He spoke once more, his voice now from behind you. He moved around so quickly, it was hard to keep up.
“Yes, yes, I know.”
You took his hands off your face and turned around, and they fell back to his sides.
“You'̨ve bee̕n͜ w̡orking. Working sò, ̷s̛o ha͡rd... W̴h̶y ̴not͟ ̡take a ͜brȩa̕k to s͝pend ͘s̸o͏me ̸time ̨with m̵ę?”
You sighed...
Of course you favoured being with him over doing work, so you pushed your chair back with your legs, and sat up so you could take a look at him.
“And why should I do that?”
“Bec͟aús͝e I͜'͟m ͏t͏he o̴n̴l̀y ͢pe̢rso͜n in you͠r͟ ́l̀i͜fe̷.” He shot at you.
“You're not even a person.” You shot back, and that earned a laugh from him.
You always found yourself trying to make him laugh, and wondered if he could tell. He most likely could.
“Yo̵ur ͡w̧o̡r̢d̢s ͡c̀ut̶ ̨d͡e̷ep!”
“N͞o͠w- L̛et̶'s̶ go ̢someẁh͜ere̛ ͟more... Com̨for͏tab͠l͜é, yeah?”
Before you could even say anything, you weren't inside your recording room anymore, but in the living room.
You still needed some time to get used to him doing that- Just teleporting you around. Still, you plopped down on your couch, and he sat besides you.
“Oh, I forgot to ask. Do you want anything?”
“No. ͜Ju̴st ̵yo͡u.”
“Ah. So, why have you decided to visit?”
He placed one of his hands on top of his knee, and you can see him digging his nails into it. Ouch?
“Just̨ ̛a̴ bi̧t lo̕ǹèly.”
He gritted his teeth.
“A̛n̷d͞ upsȩt.”
You couldn't tell if he was trying to come off as condescending on purpose, or if it was a genuine thing he just did.
Either way, you thought it was stupid if he felt like he had to continuously be that way. It was like he was paranoid that eyes were on him at all times, and he would be completely ruined if he didn't always act a certain way.
Still, he was trying to open up- Which was unusual of him. He never really bothered talking about how he felt. It was always about his accomplishments, his doings, what he had been up to. He was always so proud and full of himself whenever he talked.
“Well, I need a break anyway, like you said, so I'll be available for a bit. What's wrong?”
No reply.
You shot glances at him. He's breathing slowly, as if he contemplating something. He seemed weirdly stressed.
...And suddenly, you got a nosebleed. Because of course you did.
You only noticed it had even happened after a drop of blood fell on your shirt.
“Jesus christ-”
He watches you hurriedly get up, his mouth agape. Did he not mean to do that?
You ran for the bathroom.
After you managed to get your nosebleed to stop, you quickly went back in your room to change into a new shirt before going back to him.
He was still waiting for you in the living room.
He hasn't moved an inch.
“Hey,”
You spoke, your voice sounding tired.
You were tired.
His eyes look up at you without him moving his head. Then, he looks away again. Shame was a new thing from him, huh.
“Sòr͞r̴y.͞”
“No, it's okay. I was just a bit... I don't know- Surprised? I thought you gave people nosebleeds and whatnot on purpose.”
He chuckled.
“S͏ome͘t̶i͏me̢s̀.”
You sat down besides him again.
“...Let's try this one more time then?”
You went straight to the point, and his smile faded. He was the one who had told you something was up in the first place, why would he be trying to avoid it now?
“What's wrong?”
You asked, and he answered your question with a question of his own- One you would've never expected to come from someone like him.
“Ha͟ve͟ ̶you e̕v̧e̡r be̷e͘n ͡be͟tr͏a̢y̴ed̛?”
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 (You are here!)
Chapter 3: Jac͟k̷͟s͟͠e̸̷͡ptį͡c̀ę͢͠y̡é
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: He would never admit it, but part of him is grieving his old life. He's unable to let go of his grudges, and how everything that has happened has affected him. There's a sense of rage that he can never truly express.
He shares with you barely a fraction of what that has been like.
Again, that was an odd question coming from him.
(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.)
“Ha͟ve͟ you e̕v̧e̡r be̷en ͡be͟tr͏a̢y̴ed̛?”
Wasn't he the one who supposedly knew everything about every person he came across, so he could use that against them? So what was the point of even asking that?
“Don't you already know everything about me?”
“I̕ ̧w̷a͏n͢t ͜t̕o k͠n͏ow y̷our anşw̴e͏r͞.͝”
“Err... I can't say I haven't? But why are you asking me this? Have you been betrayed?”
He turned his head away from you. Ah.
A few seconds passed, and he finally nodded once. Seemed like that was difficult for him to even admit.
He trusted someone, and then that person must've broken that trust- Or something similar. Maybe that was why he was so enraged by the world?
You needed a moment to gather yourself before you gave a response...
Trying to comprehend that this was an entity feared by most, and that right now he was here with you, being treated like any other guest, and was actually opening up to you- It was really weird.
While you were lost in thought, he slowly turned to look at you again. He's waiting for you to say something.
“Sorry for being silent- I'm just thinking...”
“This is a lot to take in. I don't want to say anything stupid.”
“I'̴l͡l͞ s̷t̷op ͡h̸ere.”
“No, no- Don't. I'm just not sure what to say. You can still tell me whatever you want, though. I'll listen to you.”
“...Yo͞u'd b͡e̶ ţh̵è fir͝st.”
You blinked, taken aback again- So much that your mouth even dropped a little.
When IRIS talked about this "ALTR 114209" thing, they described something totally different. A paranormal presence, whose mission was to kill whoever was in its way. That its purpose was nothing more but to cause harm.
Maybe your conspiracies against the company weren't just conspiracies anymore. Maybe this problem had a much simpler solution that they were too ignorant to even think about.
“That's okay. Better late than never, right?”
He then mumbled something which you didn't quite catch.
“Huh...? Sorry- I didn't quite catch that-”
“A̷nti.”
“...What?”
“You w͡ant̴e̛d ͜to͠ know m͢y̨ ̵name.”
“I͡t͟ wãs Anti.”
More silence filled the room.
God, this was a lot of information, especially after barely knowing anything about him for the longest time. What kind of name was that anyway?
“Anti?”
“I͜t̛ was ͝a͢ n͞am͟e gi͝ven to͠ ̷me.”
“...Uh. It's a weird name, I'll be honest? But it's still a nice one. I like it!”
“I̛ li͡ķe͞ ͟it͜, toǫ.”
“So someone gave that name to you- Who? That's assuming you don't have parents or anything like that...”
You heard him exhale through his teeth then watched as he crossed his arms. Probably a touchy subject. But almost everything feels like a touchy subject for him... You didn't know what was okay to ask and what wasn't.
“Loǹg st̶or̕y.”
“It's d͡iffic̛ult t͝o pu̸t into w̸o̵r͡d͡s.”
“Anḑ I̛ alre̸a̵d͠y ͢s͟t͡r͢ug͏gle e̵nou͝gh̡ with simple thīngs.”
While it was true that Anti was not the best at holding up casual conversations, or at communication, you didn't really care.
Besides, he brought his own baggage up, he couldn't just leave you with his name and go without providing any explanation...
And as if he could read your mind-
“Y͟ou ̛want̴ mȩ t̷o͜ ͘c̡on͞tin̡u͝e, d̸o̴n̨'t y͜o͜u.”
“Well, I don't want to be left on a cliffhanger.”
“I̶ c͝a͡n̶ t̀el͜l̛...”
“Į w̛óu̢ld͠n͡'t wan͡t to leave my̸ ͢on̨l̛y͏ ͜fr̕ie͠nd ͟h̕ang͝i͟ņģ, ͝wo͞ul̡d̀ I? Nǫ, I̵ ̕w͏ould̢n't̨.”
Anti was smiling, with his tone as playful as it always was.
But then his smile faded, and his voice became unusually serious.
“I was ma͟ni͢f̛ested. Man͠i̸feste̡d by̵ stro̵n̷g f͝e̢e͡lings o͞f̷ l͏o̡n̢elin̡e͝s̨s͞, wort̡h̨les̨s̡nèss. One͢ mom͞ent I ͜w͝a̕sn̷'t th̨ęre, an̕d̛ the nex͞t, I wàs͝.”
“Manifested? By who?”
“His n͟a̢me dǫe̸sn't ̡ma̡tte̛r.”
Jack— The name of the person who manifested Anti into existence, was Jack. But you didn't know that.
“Was it... The same person who gave you your name?”
“Yes, and n̨o͡...”
“He̕ ̨w͠as ̛lik̢è y͟o͠u̵. H̷e śp̡eńt h͞is ̀d͠a͞ys pro̡vid͡i̷ng e̕ntért̵ainment͢ ͏t̀o͢ t͝h̀e worl̴d.”
“H̷e g̢av͏e, a͢n͞d h̵e g͜av̕e, and͘ he͟ ͏gave͏.”
The memories are flooding back to him.
“Ga̷v͢e̢ so mųch w̧i͢th̴o̢ut͏ e̶ver̸ getting an̕y̶t͞hing in re̛tu͞rn͏.”
...Memories of him watching as Jack overworked himself to insanity, and those that apparently "loved him so much" not caring at all.
Jack gave them everything, and they just watched. Just watched as he neglected himself, as he spiralled.
They didn't deserve him.
Why couldn't Jack understand that?
They only pretended to care about him so they could get their "content". And of course, like the idiot he was, he believed them.
But not Anti. Anti saw through their lies.
Jack was nothing but a source of entertainment to them.
You reminded him of Jack, in a way.
Was that why it was so difficult for him to give up on you?
“Th̛ose lee̶c̕hes... H͟i̴s "co͡mm͟u̡nity" as ͘he c͘a͢l̢led ̶t͠hem— T̢hey thínk ţh͡éy ma͡ḑe͢ A͞ǹtį.”
He raised his voice, his voice full of hatred towards those "people". He twitched uncontrollably, with reality warping around him to match his state of mind.
“Bu͝ţ they d͜ìd͞n͝'t͡ ͝mak͏e An͘ti͡. He did.”
You didn't give much of a response, besides nodding along to let him know you were paying attention. It wasn't that you weren't bothered to, it was that you didn't know how to.
You weren't a supernatural being, so it wasn't as if you could somehow relate to many of the things he mentioned. So you settled for just listening to him talk...
He was willing to open up to you, even just a bit, and you weren't going to make it all about you.
“Well, Anti, I guess this means you aren't as one-dimensional as IRIS claims you are.”
He laughed. It sounded strangely normal.
“Oh, th͡e͏y d͘o͠n't know an̨ythin̶g about̴ me.”
Despite him being someone who was meant to terrify you, you were fine. As for him...
“Were you scared?”
Your question must have confused him a bunch, because the distortion around you immediately subsided.
“W̶ha͜t?”
“Were you scared of talking to me. About all this.”
He raised an eyebrow at you.
“Y͘ou̸ h̀a̷ve a͜ l̀ot ̵of aud͏ac̨i̕ty ̕to̸ a͟s̕k͞ ͜m͞e that̵.”
“I'm only curious...”
You shrugged.
“...It'̨s͝ be̶en a̛t͏ thé ba̢c̷k o̕f my̢ min͢d f̷o̴r a w̕h́ile ̛noẃ.”
“T̢he̛r͢e's many̵ th̵ing̵s I ̀wish I͠ ̴c̡o͜uļd sh̵a͡re ̨w͘ith y͢ou̧. I͢ j͏us͠t̡ ̷don't͠ kno͝w͟ h͏ow̛ tó... Yēt.”
“It's okay. I think I understand, anyway.”
“You're basically the embodiment of someone's negative thoughts, right?”
“S͏óm͟ethin͠g like ̸tha͠t̷.”
“Eh, whatever. Still, I don't expect a being like you to know much about emotions. Let alone how to express them.”
He could only nod silently...
He seemed to be doing that a lot around you.
Everywhere he went, he left destruction behind, so it was very awkward having someone treat him like any other person for a change. He didn't get why you were like the way you were, and it made Anti feel sick to be in the dark.
It felt weird to not have control of the situation. He couldn't find the right words to describe how you made him feel.
Part of him did feel afraid, so you were right in a way. He despised talking about things that bothered him- Things that made him feel small and weak. All he wanted was to be the one looking down at those inferior to him, he didn't need sob stories.
But you- Why were you different?
“Is there... Anything else?”
You interrupt his train of thought.
“Çan ͜I sta̸y͢ ẁi͠th yo͡ú f͟o͠r ́a͜ w͟hįl͏e͡?”
“Of course!”
You didn't anticipate for Anti to "teleport" closer to you, but you didn't mind. He wanted company, and were there to provide. You liked his company too.
You looked at him. He's staring off into nothing. What's he thinking about?
He soon caught you staring at him, and you immediately glanced off.
After a moment, you felt him rest his head on your shoulder, and you didn't bother stopping him.
He wasn't a social being, like you said. So you kinda predicted that this whole thing would tire him more than the average person.
Him showing you any sort of affection was a little surprising, but you didn't mind that either. You got to know him a little better today.
A couple of minutes pass.
He's been awfully quiet, and part of you is concerned because he's never quiet. You're not sure if he was content or upset.
“You okay?”
“Y̴eāh.”
“I͢'m upsēt things h̕av͟e to be t̕hȩ ͢way̷ they͞ ́are, bu͢t yóù make i͢t ea͢sie̵r̛.”
Oh!
You smiled.
“Thank you for trusting me.”
He really hoped you wouldn't break that trust.
He was still doubtful about everything he had just told you, but he was trying to have faith in you. But he didn't have much faith in humans, really.
...You eventually realized that he never really spoke about what happened in regards to this entire "betrayal" thing.
If anything, the only thing he had done today was vaguely provide you with very little context, if any. He only admitted that this betrayal had something to do with the unnamed person he mentioned.
“Can you... Tell me more about this "betrayal"?”
“I̴ kno͡w̛ yo̕u̢'̛re c͡uri̡òu̷s̡, būt- A̧noth̴ȩr t̶im̀e.”
His voice was quiet. Was it really something that personal?
“Alright, I can wait.”
You shifted around, changing position until you got comfortable. He waited for you, then went right back to what he was doing before.
You closed your eyes.
The two of you stayed that way for a while longer, not bothering to talk.
It felt like time itself had stopped.
It was quite nice, actually.
“Th́an͡k̸ yòu̶,”
“Huh? For what?”
“I fórg̨ot͡ what ̀it w͏as͜ ͢lik̢e to̡ b̴e a ̸pe͏r̡son. To ͢b̨e͏ tr͝e͠ąte͞d͡ like a pe̴rsơn.”
“I'm here to remind you.”
A smile appears on his face.
You couldn't see it, but you still had a feeling he was doing a little better than when he first arrived...
This was bittersweet for him.
He had been in denial for so long, years even, to the point where just thinking about Jack and about his situation felt like someone was cutting him up to bits.
His old life was gone.
He was alone.
To everyone, he was nothing more but a demonic presence, who took the lives of those in his path without reason.
But you sympathised with him, somehow. You listened to him and welcomed him, despite everything. It was weird- You were weird.
He knew many people had no one in their life, but none of them had fallen as low as you. Even if they wanted to die, their instincts still kicked in when they saw him...
Oh well.
It didn't matter.
It still meant so much to him.
You couldn't even fathom how much he'd yearned to have someone in his life- Even he never realized how isolated he really was in this world. Until he found you. A friend.
His eyes shut on their own, and he let them. He didn't necessarily need sleep, but somehow, he was still tired.
It was a contrast to how he usually acted, especially in regards to the records IRIS had of him.
He couldn't recall the last time he felt a sense of safety.
A feeling of somewhere he belonged, the feeling of home.
That's it- That's how he would describe how you made him feel if he ever needed to put it into words. You felt like home.
And as you eventually fell asleep besides him, Anti realized he didn't have to always be alone.
Not giving up on you when he should've was a mistake, and it was his best one yet.
REUNION
"How have you been all these years?"
Bad ending: Anti proceeds to strangle him
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.
BLOOD
Good ol Anti drawing that I made inspired by a Greek song I was listening to
THEREFORE YOU AND ME
Don't ever let go of what's beloved.
ALWAYS WATCHING
Is that a plan to infiltrate IRIS in your pants or are you just happy to see me
Lmao here's another Anti piece
