“Someone… Please… Help.”
Jack winced at how hoarse his voice sounded. He had been left alone in his cell for what felt like weeks; there weren’t even any images of the outside world through the bars. Only blackness. A raspy cough left his throat, and Jack grimaced in discomfort. He buried his head in his arms, trying to ignore how very tired he was; the numbing pain from the metal around his wrists;
and the sheer hopelessness he felt inside himself.
He was failing miserably. Jack closed his eyes for a very long moment. He had to keep tryi-
“Why?”
His head snapped up at the unexpected voice; he half-smiled when he recognized Chase standing outside. But his smile dropped when he noticed the unusual scowl on his face. Jack sat up straighter. “If I stop- ”
“NO!… I meant; why- of all people- should we
he̢ĺp͘ y̵o̸u?” he spat. Jack stared back in shock, he’d never heard so much venom in Chase’s voice. Another figure stepped into view.
“You created us, turned us into characters- and for WHAT?! Just to keep your little audience
a̶m̴use̸d for a single video or two outside of games?” Marvin the Magnificent snarled, the magician’s fists clenched at his side.
“It’s not like that!” Jack cried out, struggling to his feet on shaking legs. “I care about you guys! I just wanted to- ” A small gust of wind cut him off as another person literally landed next to Marvin and Chase. Jackieboy Man stood tall, his eyes like slits from what Jack could see through his mask.
“Care? What happened to us after our last videos? We got thrown aside; collecting dust until the day you decide to bring us back.” His face fell in mock realization. “Why, that’s all we are to you isn’t it! Just little
ṕųppe̡t̛s or figures to bring out and
p̛ut̕ ͟o̵ǹ a̛ s͡h̛oẁ for a bit of entertainment!”
“No.“Jack couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “I-I wouldn’t have let-”
“Ve
ńe͘v̵er a̧sk̀e̸d for any of zis in ze first place.” Dr Schneeplestein’s accusing voice sounded from the darkness before he walked into view. “Yet here ve are.” Jack looked at every one as they stared silently back with furious gazes; he heard a cold chuckle as his head fell in defeat.
“Look at him!… Poor boy.”
“Pathetic. It’s probably from being stuck in here.”
“He does appear to be fery sick. Perhaps ve should help him.”
“Yes… Put him out of his misery.” The cell door opened with a loud screech.
Jack looked up to see 4 pairs of glowing green eyes glaring at him through the darkness. They rushed forward, releasing the shackles around his wrists and grabbed at his arms; together they dragged him out of the prison.
“W-wait! STOP!!” Jack desperately tried to break from their grip, but it was pointless. He tried to talk instead. “People do want to see you again. We just need to beat Anti and I’ll-”
“It’s too late for that… Far too late.”
Jack grunted as they came to a halt and he was forced to his knees, his arms pinned behind his back. He flinched as his ears caught an unfamiliar sound.
Vzzzzzzzzzt.
Vzzzzzzt.
He frowned, trying to pinpoint what exactly he was hearing; it was like a buzzing, or of metal scraping against metal- no. His eyes widened in terror, and Jack doubled his efforts to escape. Footsteps advanced slowly in their direction; a glint of silver shown through the murkiness.
Vzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt.
Anti appeared in front of them; studying the blade of his freshly sharpened knife before looking over the group. He smiled at the sight- though as he crouched to look at his prisoner face to face, Jack saw it didn’t reach his eyes.
“What… What did you do to them?”
Anti tilted his head. Shou̷ld͠ń’̧t̨ y̕o҉u b͜e̷ ̵a͞sking ̕y͠ou͘rśel̡f ̕tha͏t qưe҉s̢tio͢n?̧
“This isn’t my fault!” Jack strained against their hold. “I know this is your doing so spit it out! What have you done!?” Anti was silent for a few moments before answering.
I ṕr͠om͞is̨ed̀ w̡ha̢t̛ yo̢ù ne̵ver̛ ͢g͢a͏v̶e ̕the͢m͞: to nèv̧er ͜b̴e͘ for͏go̵t̀te̷n b̷y a̵nỳón͜e ͠els͢e ev̧er̡ ̕ag̴a͞i͘n̶. ͜M͘ore͝ ̀t͜h̴an ͡just bein̕g
a ͢m̡e͘re̡ ͞pupp͢et̨
ón͡ your̛ c̛h҉anǹe͡l. Anti rose, his eyes glowed brighter at a new thought.I̶n fa̸ct͘,̨ o͏n M͏Y̨ ̶c̴h͠a͞nńe̴l̀ ̨thin͢gs ͡wo̧uld͡ be̕ ͝b̛e͡t̶te̴r fo͜r̶ ̢a͟l҉l͝ of ̧u̶s...̡ ̴On͢e
su̶ch̀ ̢p̴l̵a͡c̨é
ẃi̢tho̕ut́ a h̡i̡nţ of t̛he gr̛eat ‘J͢a̢c̀ksep҉tic̨eye’. His voiced dripped with mockery.
Jack looked up at him in horror. Before he could respond he felt a hand grab his hair and force his head sharply backwards, exposing his throat out to Anti. He gasped at the unexpected pain, and felt his breathing quicken when he saw the knife raised.
… I ̕w̧o͢uld̨ ̀no l͞on͡ge͘r ̧h͝ave ̨t̸o ͢pret̨e̵n̢d ̢any̴m̸ore̵.
Jack froze in shock. He said it so quietly he almost missed it, but was that… Yearning he heard Anti’s voice? He saw a silver blur, and Jack squeezed his eyes tightly a second before he felt the blade cut into his throat. He screamed in agony as a spray of hot blood ran down the front of him.
…… And screamed…
He grabbed the front of his throat, trying to stop the bleeding… But his wrists felt heavy; somewhere far away he heard chains clinking together. Where was all the blood? His hands were dry and his neck felt like it was still intact…
Jack’s eyes flew open. He was in his cell; in the same position he was before Chase arrived. No. He was never here. Jack realized as he struggled to control his panicked breathing. Just… A nightmare. He tried to ignore how real it all felt.
Quiet laughter echoed in his ears, though Jack saw no one was around to utter it. The words that followed sent an icy stab of fear through his heart.
E̕͝v̶en
n͜i͠ght͟ma̧r͘e̴s can̛
e̴ve͞ntu͟al̷ly̢ ̴be͢c̡o͝m̛e ̀r͠e̕al̨i̴ty͝.
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Got inspired by many other fics (and theories) I’ve read both recently/ in the past (@hufflepufftrax @plutoandpolaris @thedarkenedkeeper). Just a break from my own usual posts until we (someday) see Anti again. Enjoy! I think…?
Also @anti-support-group @chase-brody-protection-squad @schneeplestein-protection-squad @jackaboyprotectionsuperheroes and @magic-marvin-protection-patrol . You guys may enjoy this as well. 😛
Woah…
This is amazing, sad to read, but holy shit. I got shivers down my spine!
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A Glitch Named Anti 