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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
Here's the doodles I promised. :) I might finish some of them, but for now, they are just doodles.
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.
This is for you I love your stories and think it was really creative to create your own character out of marks egos😉😉😙
My Dearest Cinderella, I Believe it to be Midnight,
. Ma͢g̷ic no̸ lǫn̨ǵe͝r͝ exi͘st
Let's Pla͞y̧ Again Sòo̢n
À̷͝b̴͏̷̶͏a̢̨͜͠͞ǹ̢͏d̴̴̢͜o̸̧͘n҉͏e͟͡d̸̴̛͢͢ ̶̨́͢b͟͡y͢͞͝͏̨ ̷͘͜͡G͢ǫ̷̧͟ḑ̕͠ ̷͠ End of Chapter 2, A deal with the Devil, Part 8, The Meeting.
Everything moved around him, the fabric of reality tearing at the seams, unable to take the force of the madman snapping the strings of the universes very existence, and using nothing but the force of his anguish and being so fed up with all of this shit. Wilford Warfstache has had enough. He didn't even have to take another step, the world itself flowed around him terrified. Everything was a blur of light, but through the light, he felt his physical form break, and for a split second he had a moment of clarity to wonder if this is what Dark feels when his shell breaks. It was pain and power and it mixed to form a concoction that overwhelmed him and left him with one goal, the goal he had been created with. The goal he has and will always have, and no amount of 'family' (Traitors) or 'Love" (Restraints) or even Hatred (Let them see what I am) could ever get in the way again. He'll do more than bringing the world to its knees, He'll bring it to its knees, gag it and shoot it in its forehead. A proper execution , fitting for what they put all of them through. Put him through. His one goal. Cause chaos. Fuck Yes. Who's the better first target than the one who was just like him. Devil may care attitude, no, there was only room for one of them in this world. And once he's killed him. The light went dark The world cowers around him as he touches the matter in front of him only to have it part, making room for the energy coursing out of what was once his physical form. He reached further looking for that one smell. The smell of the clinic, or at least a nightmarish version of it. He found it through the door between realities, the one Dark used to possess. The one that was now left unguarded and broken in the wake of the manipulators fall. The king had fallen and the throne was up for grabs. He reaches forward and grabs his creator. N ow onto Poor, corrupted Green. Green doesn't remember a time where he wanted his brothers more. The calm, teacher-likeness of Blue, the strong, protectiveness of Red, and the bright, idealistic nature of Oliver that almost acted as a sedative for Green. It was beautiful how they worked together. His memory files don't exactly entail what happened that day, all he could process was the feeling of fading. His memories themselves disappearing with every tick of the clock. He remembers his older brothers tear stricken face. The look of realization and horror. He remembers Oliver screaming about the experiments. Ah, yes. The horrible betrayal of every ego they had called their friends. Blue had specifically said to never let the others know, Not Red (Damien) or Oliver ever see what had to be done to save everyone. Never. The Experiments they had called "Project-Rebirth"
Damien was his brother, His closest brother. Oliver was the emotional one, The fandom would have loved him, and Blue was the leader and was always working but Damien always had time for him, now that he thinks about it. He and Damien spent most of their time together. His core aches. God, where were they? The static holding him in chains and keeping him silent glitches again. What was Anti doing?
Green had awoken to the feeling of his system screaming and terrible pain. Before he knew it, He was trapped in chains, and Anti was maneuvering his body like it had been his all along. Green didn't try to look to the outside world. He didn't want to know where he was or what Anti was doing, or killing. He just wanted his brothers. That was until the familiar calm voice of a narrator softly broke through Antis control to Green. Green snapped up and tried to follow the once soft, but growing louder, voice back to reality, but it was as if he hit a wall and wasn't allowed to go further. Sensation in his fingers returned, only to feel they were wet. and Green could only guess what that meant. His audio sensors picked up more noises. but the wall of static prevented him from listening to anything more than his voice. Anti was approaching someone, and Green nearly ran away from the wall back to sweet arrogance in fear he might just be witnessing Anti murder someone in his body, but the narrator's voice reached what Green could only interpret as a yell of anger and crashing sounds were present and Green realized the voice belonged to the one and only Host, and Green is filled with fear, The Host could take him out. Kill him with only a few words. But, that also meant he might kill Anti. Maybe He would see that Green isn't himself and save him. Maybe... Green allowed himself to hope.
Anti is once again faced with the mysterious ego from earlier, except, he is not as rational as before. He's frustrated, angry. And Anti knows why. The bat-wielding ego is furious because Mark managed to get away, Damn Wilford, and he was so close. Anti knows what that's like. To be so close. To taste freedom, To have the reins up in the air and making a grab for them, only for them to fade to dust just when you have them. Anti isn't afraid one bit. He knows exactly how this young ego is feeling. He's been there, and it's a bitter, burning feeling to be so close. Greens tugging on the chains, trying got see more, and it isn't nearly enough to actually do anything, but its all the tired droid can do and it bugs Anti for him to be so uncooperative, So he yanks on the chains keeping Green tied, effectively throwing him to black, allowing not a single thing to slip through that threshold from Antis corruption of his programming and Green consciousness. Now he could turn his full attention to the new ego in town....
....Who was currently lobbing his bat to the surrounding desks and cabinets. Papers and scalpels are forced into the air, where they looked to revolve around the Ego and his growing anger, the overhead bulb caught the sharp edges highlighting them and the fury in the ego missing eyes. Before scattering to the floor with a clatter. Unfortunately for him, Green is not so willing to give in just yet. Green sees Anti hesitation and gives it all he's got, and slams into the threshold. Green, for a second only a second a split blissful millisecond where he was so close. His programming and sensors and everything, functions and accepts him as the rightful owner. The wall bends and he feels relieved, Anti doesn't even notice the whirring of fans and Greens system trying to hurt him before the Unhinged Ego who was moments before lost in rage, stopped cold. He heard. He was a statue. Motionless as if had never moved at all, Bat clutched in both hands level with his hip, backed turned to Anti, before slowly turning his head towards him. Empty eye sockets looking through him. Anti freezes. Green does too.
Anti shoves Greens back hard enough for the droid to pass out as Anti feels his hosts thoughts go silent like a dying light extinguish out of existence, and Anti is not sure he'll come back. That's the least of his worries. Actor is right in front of him, glaring him down bat raised up high ready to swing. Anti knows better. Anti know exactly what to do. Anti does what he's best at. He looks into the eyes of death and smiles. It's a small smile, but it holds a promise. A peace offering Actor freezes. And then Antis speaks, but the words don't sound right. Like Green has been thrown into a sea of people all speaking together, but their voices are hoarse and gravelly. And maybe a little Irish strangely enough. Then it clicks. And Actor realizes he should have known from the moment he sensed him. Anti Actor answers by lowering his bat to the ground and leans on it with both hands. And then answers with a smile of acceptance.
END OF CHAPTER 2
Abandoned by God Poems. The Host
That soft voice of yours has got me quite unnerved,
Given the situation.
But If I am honest,
I would say,
'Thank you",
And just stay with you til break of day.
Now If I said it not like a puzzle,
Not a riddle,
Just something simple.
Would you listen to my confession?
Or would you say,
I'm already faded?
And Gone.
The walls around me cave,
and beneath the surface,
I can sense the way,
But blotches of reality crash and burn,
Along with you, And I can hear you say-
Reaching out my hand,
Discovering the broken, shattered land.
Realizing,
There is no peaceful way to save us,
You think we would have learned the first time.
A patronizing
Smile twists and turns my mind,
Til I agree,
Violence is a must.
Red, Black, A touch of gold,
All smoothed out by the weight of the
darkened future,
Cold as the Midnight air,
I remember,
You never even cared.
Now did you?
The world bleeds and dies inside my chest
And this time,
It is them that's over,
The hue of neverending colors,
A Godsend,
voices,
Emotions,
A hurricane,
Tossing,
turning.
A blackened tunnel,
With only the credits at,
the end.
I know you like to be the healer,
But if you let me see her,
I'll close the final chapter of this story,
I'll change the ending
Now you don't have to worry so...
The pain I feel, Isn't because I'm no longer real,
Its because you faded long ago.
Oh me oh my, what have we here?
This looks fun,
Anti your opinion?
Dark what do you think?
...
...
Hm.
Alright, then dearest audience.
Ask us anything you wish to know.
Anti-honesty hour. Ask me anything and I will respond with blatant lies.
This actually sounds hilarious