thedarkenedkeeper:

@yourestillnotmytype-58​ and I were talking and we got
into the conversation of how we treat Anti and how he’s not really appreciated.
Sure, we’re giving him plenty of attention, but let’s face facts: since “Kill
Jack” happened, even though we’re scared of what’ll happen next, we’re not
doing anything to stop him or straighten him out. We’re STILL calling him the
nickname he absolutely hates – a nickname I have flat out refused to use ever
since that video. And what’s worse is that since then, we’ve made endless memes
out of him, making him into a joke. He’s no longer scary, he’s become a joke
and it’s sad.

So the idea @yourestillnotmytype-58​ and I came up with?

Anti’s birthday is on October
10^th, the very first time we ever saw him. October is his month, and
we thought ‘well why don’t we make October Anti-awareness month’? Basically we
should all get together for the month and agree to put an end to the memes and
name-calling, and focus on the good things about Anti. Have almost like an
Inktober kind of event go on, with a new prompt each day and from it, create
anything related to Anti (whether it’s fan art, fanfiction, edits, music,
cosplay, doesn’t matter)! The idea is to TRY and make Anti feel loved and treat
him like the son he is. It’s like that one post I made a few weeks ago about
how we should call ourselves his “Glitch Bitches” instead of calling him that
name. It’s taking a thing he absolutely hates and turning it on ourselves and
making it into something better. October should be the month we FINALLY get our
act together and show him the love he so desperately deserves.

No more ignoring him, no more
making fun of him and making him a joke, no more of not taking him seriously.
We need to stop viewing him as just our creation, put on the grownup pants, and
be the loving, caring parents we should’ve been a LONG time ago.

Yeah, sure, I honestly believe
we are all SO screwed and that he’s officially done with us. So even if we do
try to show him we love him, I genuinely don’t believe he’ll listen or believe
us. I mean, we didn’t listen to him, so why would he listen to us? However,
even if he doesn’t listen, even if we have fucked up and it’s too late, that
doesn’t mean we shouldn’t show him some love. Even if everything is going to
come crashing down, he at least deserves to know the truth before all hell
breaks loose.

Below is the list of prompts @yourestillnotmytype-58​, @golden-eyed-guardians​, @septic-obsessed​, and I put together for the month.
Please by all means have fun with it and get as creative as possible.

Tag any
of your pieces with #LoveforAnti  so we can see
what you come up with.
And remember, guys, this is an Anti-awareness event. Try to stray away from
anything that could be seen as “hurtful” or “mean” to Anti (such as the GB
nickname or the many memes that are out there).

Now I don’t know about any of
you, but come October 10^th, I’m going to spend the day snuggled in
my Anti hoodie, watching all of his appearances while either working on
Glitched or some fan art for him.

Our glitchy son deserves just
as much love as all of the other egos. Let’s show him we care.

1. Enjoy the Show/FNAF Sister Location
2. Forgotten or Just Too Afraid to Remember?
3. Snitches Get Stitches
4. We’re All Mad Here
5. That’s Not a Knife, THIS is a Knife
6. Did You Miss Me?
7. Don’t Believe His Lies
8. When Memories Break
9. Pumpkin-carving/Good Ol’ Gerald
10. I Hope You’re Happy
11. All Monsters Are Human
12. Once One Goes Down, They All Go Down
13. It’s All Your Fault
14. If You Love Someone, You Should Never Hurt Them
15. I Don’t Feel Too Well
16. No Strings On Me
17. Say Goodbye
18. Laughter is the Best Medicine
19. In Your Heads
20. Pay Attention
21. Dead is the New Alive
22. Down With the Sickness
23. Need a Doctor
24. Return of the Septic Eye
25. Green Screen of Death
26. Live. Die. Repeat.
27. Glitch in the System
28. You’ll Glitch Too
29. Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better
30. Time is Broken
31. See You Soon

Tagging the people who I think will be interested in this:

@steffid101, @fear-is-nameless, @no-strings-puppet, @nightmarewolf133, @haveaverynicetime, @maybekatie, @darkcurious, @butterlover328, @jse-fandom-protection-squad, @lil-gib, @aeoix, @lemonofweirdness, @sketchy-scribs-n-doods

00mystie:

rapscalyn:

oujiadere:

soypresidencial:

unsuccessfulmetalbenders:

there is so much tragedy in the world like war and starvation and the outfits that disney channel actors wear 

please everyone a moment of silence

I’ve already reblogged this today but I need to again because they’re /so/ bad

it’s clashy and bad and ohmygod help me do they think this is what teens wear?

no

where is Gunther fuckin’ it up with a crop top and some Adidas sweatpants??

WHOEVER WAS THEIR COSTUME DESIGNER….NANI THE FRICK

Who the hell would wear that on a daily basis?

what the f u c k

alexandot:

tumblr is glitching and this is my whole dash

D E S T R O Y

martinplier:

Carnival Game

“Google Google Google!!!!” Wilford’s loud voice goes straight through his closed door, echoes loudly around his room and he looks up from his computer, pausing in his typing. He had been hunched over the device for hours now, trying to find different ways to upgrade himself. In the emotional way. He found himself to be… lacking, when it came to emotional standards and so he has been searching for days- when he’s not busy- for upgrades to fix this little problem. This is the first break of attention Google has had in five hours exactly since he has sat down at the computer this day.

The door bursts open a moment later and Wilford rushes inside, panting heavily with wide and excited eyes. Google looks him up and down, reading his emotions even further. Elevated heart rate from excitement, adrenaline pumping through his veins from excitement and other things from excitement. He continues to yell Google’s name until the android has had enough of it.

“Yes, Wilford?” He broke into the continuous flow of his name, head already beginning to ache. While he would normally enjoy being in the loud man’s presence any sign of strong emotion from anyone around him had begun to grind at his ears, grate at his brain and it was quite painful for the android.

“Okay okay so I was watching this show called ‘Steven Universe’-” Google’s databases kick into hyperdrive, searching up every small detail it could find about this cartoon. Intrigued as to why Wilford would be bringing it up, he tunes in more to listen- “and they do this thing called fusion-” once more he searches. Mixing or combining of two- “and I was wondering if you would try it out with me.”

All of Google’s searches abruptly stop once Wilford says this last part and his eyebrows draw together tightly. He bites down on his lip, gives Wilford a quizzical look as he thinks over what “fusion” is in this show Wilford seems so excited about. He only grows more confused once he finds the answer. “…. What?”

Wilford throws his hands up in the air dramatically. “You know, we could try and dance together!” He exclaimed and Google frowns deeply. He’s never danced before. He knows how. He knows every kind of dance there is. He’s just never done himself. “We could try and fuse!”

“Wilford, I do not think it is-”

“Let’s try anyway!” Wilford interrupted because he obviously knows what Google is going onto say. He clasps his hands in the pleading notion, opening his eyes wide like a puppy would begging for scraps. Even Google, an android that is programmed to be devoid of emotion, can never say no to Wilford. He is too boisterous. Too… filled with feeling. Perhaps Google is jealous of this fact. “Please.”

Google sighs heavily and stands up straight, brushing himself off and straightening his shirt of any wrinkles. He raises his chin slightly, not meaning to but gaining the look of superiority to Wilford. This is just how he olds himself. He doesn’t mean to look like he believe he’s better than everyone. That’s just what happens. “Fine. We can try,” he stated and Wilford claps his hands like a child.

“Okay, we need music!” Wilford exclaimed, meeting Google’s eyes and the android sighs heavily. Not everyone knows this fact but Google can play music from hidden speakers in his shoulders. Wilford is one of the few who knows this.

“What genre?” He asked with a click of his tongue.

“Hhhmmm,” Wilford hummed, twiddling with the edge of his mustache. He snaps a moment later, “How about jazz and rock?”

“Unlikely combination,” Google pointed out yet he begins to search for a playlist with a mixed assortment of the music kind Wilford desires.

“Well, I know you like rock,” Wilford began explaining and Google forgot that Wilford knows so much about his likes and dislikes. Wilford is too good at finding those sorts of things out. “But I like jazz. So, we need both, obviously.”

Google finds a playlist and chooses it, playing it at thirty percent volume. It plays jazz at first. He had clicked shuffle and so now a saxophone blares gently in the background. “How shall we dance?” He asked then, now that they have the required music.

Wilford hums once more, eyelids drifting shut halfway. “However you desire,” he replied and actually bows to the android. “You just need to be relaxed, my robot friend.”

Google can’t stifle the laugh that comes from him when he hears the stupid nickname. He clears his throat and searches through database after database, trying to find the best way to-

His hands are suddenly grabbed and he’s roughly pulled out of his thoughts. He lets out a noise of surprise just as Wilford spins him to the side. “You maybe the smartest man in the world!” Wilford exclaimed with a loud laugh. “But you obviously have no idea how to dance.”

The android scrunches his nose up and brushes himself off again, scoffing as he watches Wilford step towards him, swaying his hips and snapping. “Then how do you dance?” Google asked just as Wilford once more grabs his hands, pulling him closer as though to tell a secret.

“You don’t think,” Wilford said and Google’s eyes widen because how does one not think that’s impossible he always needs to- Wilford snaps his fingers in front of his eyes, gaining his attention. A grin is on his face. “You just… dance!”

Wilford then grabs one of Google’s hands and lets him fly out to the length of both of their arms. He’s pulled back a moment later and the android is dipped. His eyes widen when he realizes something: it’s all to the beat of the music. He focuses on the tune, the rhythm, and straightens up, grabs Wilford’s shoulders and turns him, pressing his back to his stomach. Google then leads with stepping to the side and he’s amazed at how well Wilford is keeping up with his movements. He turns Wilford back so their chests are together and he grabs one hand, twirls him and then they dip together in sync.

The music picks up in speed and so do they, footsteps moving so fast that they nearly step on one another multiple times. Google has switched to leading, twirling and dipping and moving the ways he wants Wilford to move and Wilford moves how he wants him to. A strange feeling in the android’s gut is forming- something he’s never felt before and it’s strange, new. It’s warm and an urge. He can tell Wilford has it, too, because they press closer to one another at the same time. The urge is to be closer, to never release the other man, to always continue dancing. That feeling spreads from his stomach to his limbs and brain and he feels warm, warmer than he has in over a decade.

He loves it. Never wants to lose it.

He lifts Wilford into the air and carries him, and as soon as Wilford’s feet hit the ground, laughing loudly in glee, Google can’t help but crack a smile as well, giggling softly. “Throw me, Googs!” Wilford said loudly and with so much energy Google has to. He throws Wilford and the ego does a spin in the air, throwing his arms out as he comes falling back to the android.

Just as Wilford lands back in his hands, a laughing and giggling madly, Google chuckling softly, that’s when it happens. A burst of light and warmth and energy and he can feel Wilford becoming even closer than ever before, feel his happiness and all of his emotions at once and it’s like a truck hit him.

But then, they form. They are on the ground, sitting with their legs spread apart and their hands in the middle, looking up in confusion. Thy blink slowly and flex a hand, so many thoughts and emotions circling in them at once. A strand of pink and blue hair falls into their face and they pull at it, trying to see it better but of course that wasn’t going to work. They’re smarter than that, right?

They push to their feet, feel at their face and everywhere else because they can’t believe this worked this is amazing it worked-! What an amazing discovery this is indeed. Two pairs of eyes. Two center with another beside each, on the outside. They only have two arms, disappointingly. They had been hoping for an extra pair of hands. They grab at the shirt they wear and find it to be a nice cotton candy green, a large c in the center glowing a bright red. Their pants are a bright cotton candy purple and once they find a mirror they find out it looks like someone dropped a mixture of blue and pink cotton candy on their head for hair.
Their two center eyes glow a bright blue like Google’s while the outer pair are a neon pink. They blink repeatedly, wink with one pair and then the other. Amazing. They then notice the red veins in their skin, beneath their eyes and running down their neck and arms. They look like the kind of veins you find inside of an electronic but now they stick out of their skin. They feel at them curiously, finding them to be cool despite their warm glow. They lift their shirt and find that their entire torso is made of metal. If they were to open the chest plate found there, they would have discovered a machine gun courtesy of Wilford’s love of guns.

They lean away from the mirror and tap their chin because this is the time that most fusions would name themselves, right? They hum in thought, running their fingers along the facial hair on their chin. They need more facial hair.

Then, they smile because they can actually feel happy and they snap their fingers, making finger guns at their reflection. “We like fucking cotton candy!” They exclaimed and winked at themself. “Carnival Game sounds like a rad name! Let’s go with that!” They nod and snap again, turning like a runway model does, swaying their hips like Wilford.

What a wonderful feeling being them.

—

I had to write their fusion okay. Carnival Game is my cotton candy child and I love them so much.

spiffanywolfe:

I haven’t written any jse ego fanfiction for a while, so here’s one! I wrote this story ages ago so I thought I’d post it here. This isn’t going to be a 20 chapter story like One and the Same, it’s just this one short story.

Synopsis: Jack has gone missing, along with Chase’s two kids: Greyson and Sam. It’s up to the other egos to find them, though they don’t exactly find what they’d hoped to…

Enjoy!!

***

The door creaked as it opened, light spilling into the dark room and banishing the darkness. A shadow fell across the floor as a man in a white coat with a surgical mask hanging from his neck peeked round the door. His dark blue eyes surveyed the scene, before turning back and nodding.

Dr Schneeplestein stepped cautiously into the room, followed by a man wearing a grey baseball cap, a man wearing a red spandex suit with a blue mask and a man with a white cat mask and magician’s cape. All four men had the same face: same bushy green hair and blue eyes, although some were looking a lot more confident than others.

“Greyson?! Sam?!” Chase Brody called out, his voice echoing softly off the walls of the room, “Daddy’s here! Where are you?!” The four men waited for a response, but got none.
Schneeple tried next, “Everything’s ok! Ve are not going to hurt you!” Still nothing.
“They’ve got to be here somewhere…” Jackaboy man said, scanning the room.

Marvin the Magnificent, who had previously been silently looking round the room at the wooden boxes filled with junk that were scattered all over the place, suddenly saw something on the floor. He picked it up and examined it before saying, “Um…guys?”
Chase and Schneeple turned round to face him, and Chase’s eyes widened at that he saw in Marvin’s hand. It was a small, white teddy bear with a red bow around it’s neck. He jogged over to Marvin and snatched the toy from his hands, examining it himself furiously as if it would give him all the answers he needed.
“I assume that’s…” Jackaboy Man trailed off, lifting his blue mask off his eyes so he could see better in the dark.
“My kids…” Chase finished, hugging the toy close to his chest, “This was-I mean-is Sam’s.” He stayed put for a moment, hugging the toy and trying not to cry. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Ve vill find them.” Schneeple said gently, “and Jack too. Ve vill get to the bottom of this, I promise.”
Chase nodded, unable to stop the tears from flowing, choked out two words. “I know.”

Schneeple turned and started to walk further into the room.
“Jack?!” He called, “It’s us! We’re here to help you, I-“ he was interrupted by a high pitched giggle that suddenly echoed round the room. The four men turned, trying to work out where the noise was coming from, but they couldn’t see anything.
“I don’t think I like the sound of that…” Jackaboy Man whispered, ducking behind Marvin in fear. Schneeple sighed. Some hero you are, he thought.
The giggle resonated again, though this time a voice followed suit.
“W͝҉e҉l͡l͢͞,͏ ́we̶̡͠ĺ̴l͜, ̨̀w̨e͘l̢̕l,̶̷̧” the voice said. Marvin cried out as he saw a face materialise out of the darkness. “It’̛s ̴s̸͞ó ̡n̨̡i̷͞c̴̡e͜ ̨t͠͡o̕̕ ̢͟śe̡͢e͡͠ ̵̛y̵̡̡ơ̶u̵ ҉a̧g͝͏̷a̷̸͘i̧͘n̢̕ ̛m̵̢͡y͟͏̕ ̵͘ó̴͟l̕͟d̛̕̕ ̛͜fr̢i̢e̢͜͠n̴̴d́̀s̨.́͏.̧.” the voice continued. The face suddenly moved forward into the light, and now the men could see that the face was connected to a body wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. The face itself had also become more detailed; it had the same bushy green hair the others had, but the eyes were nothing but black, demonic pools. The front of the neck was cut, and blood was dripping down the neck in neat red lines. the figure was grinning from ear to ear, and every so often the body would jerk and twitch as if it was glitching.
“No…” Schneeple muttered, stepping back and visibly shaking, “it cannot be…”
“O̸̴h ̢͟yé̶͡s,” the voice said as the man stepped fully into view, “I̸̡T̵́ ́C҉AN̨͢͝!”
All four men gasped at the same time as they suddenly recognised the man they were talking to.
“Antisepticeye…” Schneeple growled.
“But…how?” Jackaboy Man stammered, “I…I thought you were-“
“G̸͘o͞n̡e̡͢?” Anti said, his smile widening, “W̸e̵l͟͏͢l,̶̀͞ ̡u̵͡ņ͞f̀͏o̵҉ŕ͡t̡u͘͡n̶͟a̶҉t͟͞è͞l̀͜y̵̴̨ f̸or̡ ̴̧͠ỳ̴͟o̡u̶,͢͠ I ̧n͠ev̧eŗ̧ ̨l͏e̵f̸̕͠t̡. I̕͜’ve͘͞͝ be̸̛e͝͏̵ǹ͜ h͜er̶ę ̨a̧͢͠l҉l̢͝ ̡t̀h̵́͞i҉̨͡s ́t͡i͞m̨e͢͏.̧ ͢͞W̢͝at̡̕ch̛i̷͝n͘͝g.̸̢ ͢Wá̶i̷̧t́i̴҉ng̀.́ ̵͞Pl͠a̛͢n̢ni҉͞nģ̀͞ ͢҉m͟y̕͡-“
“WHERE ARE THEY?!” Chase interrupted, pushing past Schneeple so he was standing face to face with Anti. Anti’s grin widened even more, far past the point that any human smile could reach.
“Oh́, ̡th̶e ͡valia̡n͢t f͢a͠th̢e̶r,̸” he cooed, “coming̴ to s̨a̵ve͢ hi͘s͘ ͢c͝hįldr̨e̴n҉ f̨r͏om ͠t͢hȩ m̢onstèr un͏der ͘t̴h̴e͠ ͞b̡e̡d͟. ͘Do̶n͢’̢t wo͢rr͝y̡, the͜y͝’r̡e her͡e.͜ Bu͠t, ͏I ͝d̀ơn’t ͟t̡hi̛nk͘ ́t̨hȩy’҉ll ̀re͜ally ̶be̛ ͟a̴ble̢ t̶o hear ̢yo̶u҉ ͟anỳmóre͢.”

With this, Anti snapped his fingers. A light flickered to life behind him, and to Chase’s horror he saw his two children lying dead on the floor. Their bodies had been mutilated, their stomachs opened and their insides ripped out and tossed all over the floor nearby. Their eyes were wide open in terror, their mouths open in a silent scream. Chase’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, then he clenched his jaw and shut his eyes tight as he bowed his head, tears rolling down his cheeks. Schneeple, Marvin and Jackaboy Man could do nothing but stare open mouthed at the horrific scene before them. Jackaboy put a hand over his mouth; he was going to puke. Anti however, was still grinning away, impressed at his handiwork.

Suddenly, Chase rushed at Anti, anger flaring in his eyes.
“I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU FOR THIS!” he screamed.
“Chase stop!” Schneeple cried, but he was too late. Anti grabbed Chase with ease and threw him across the room, sending him flying into some boxes. Jackaboy, stood next to Marvin, gasped, and Anti swung round to face them. he swung a punch that hit Marvin square in the face, sending him toppling to the ground. Jackaboy ran forward in a sudden moment of bravery and swung a punch, but Anti caught the fist, winked at Jackaboy, and swung him by the arm over his shoulder and onto the ground. Anti chuckled at how easy it had been to overpower them, when suddenly Schneeple leapt onto Anti’s back with a roar and dug a knife deep into Anti’s shoulder. Anti shut his eyes cried out in pain and anger before opening them again with a smirk and throwing himself backwards, sending Schneeple crashing into the wall behind them. Schneeple let go and Anti staggered forward, coming face to face with Chase once more. Chase was now holding a gun to Anti, his hands shaking in anger and fear, breathing heavily. Anti sighed and pulled the knife out of his shoulder with ease, chuckling as he realised the knife that had stabbed him was his own.
“Ỳ͠͞o̡u̢r͏ ̢p̛o҉̨o͞҉r̀͟͏,̴̛ ͏ś͏w͡͝e͡e̛͜t̕͜ ch̢i̸ld͝r͞͏e͞͡n̷.̢” he mused, turning the knife over in his hands, “Th͘ey ̸wer͠e̴ ̡a ̸ne͢c҉essary ͠s͞áçr̨ífice. ͢Be͝s͞i̷ḑe̡s͝, ̢hòw̷ ҉else҉ ҉wa̵s ͞I po͡ssìbl͟y go̢i͏ng͢ ͞to ģe̕t ál͞l o̕f ͢us͞ h̴er̴e ͟t̕o̕gether?̛”
Chase narrowed his eyes, a stab of pain flashing across his heart when he thought of his kids, his beautiful children, lying dead on the floor just a few feet away. He tried to steady his hands, aiming the gun at Anti’s head.
“Yo̴u ͘̕k̛n̛͏ò͠w̵̶̷,̷̡ ̧C̛ha͝s͢͏ę͠,͠” Anti said, taking a step forward, “y͢o͜u ͏r̴ea͠lly͝ ͟s̢h͝o͢uld be̶ ̶thán͝k͝in̴g͞ me. ̧B̵e̵s͞įd͟es̀,́ I͝ d͠id ̴y̷o̢ú ͝a ̷fav͠o͏r!̧” Anti took another step forward, and out of the corners of his eyes he could see Schneeple struggling to his feet and Jackaboy Man and Marvin watching warily, unsure whether to make a move. “So̢on yǫu͏’̸l̴l ҉b̛e ̡joini͜ng ͠t̛he̷m,̶ ͏a͏n̵d y͠ou’̡ll b͟e̸ ̧r̨eun͘i͢t̀e͟d onc̸e m̢ore̢!͢ Is̵n̵’t̢ t҉ha̴t̷ ̛wha̡t̸ yo̧u’v͝e͢ ͞al̡wa̶ys wąntèd,̛ C҉h̴a̕se͞?” Anti continued, his smile seeming to get wider with every mention of death or killing.

Before Chase could answer, Marvin spoke up.
“Wait…” he said, staggering to his feet with the help of Jackaboy, blood running out of his nose, “You said all of us are here. You’re wrong! We’re missing someone!”
“Jack…” Schneeple muttered.
At the sound of Jack’s name, Anti roared and lunged on Chase, who didn’t even have time to pull the trigger before the gun was flying out of his hands and across the floor. Chase struggled as he was pinned to the ground by Anti, but it was no use. Anti leaned forward, forcing Chase to look into his black eyes, and smiled.
“D̴͞͠on̸’̷̵̨t ̨͟w̶̢͠o͡ŕ͜r҉̸ỳ̴,͜͞ k̨i̢͜d͠s.” he said, lifting the knife he was still holding up into he air, giggling as he watched Chase shut his eyes in preparation for death, “D͝A͘̕D̴͜͠͞҉D̵̸͢Y҉̵̴̨’̷̡̀S̢͞ ͡͠C͜͜Ờ̸́͞M̶̸̶͜͟I̴̷N̕͜G̢ TO JOIN YOU!̧̕͠!́͝͞”

Before he could stab Chase through the heart, a flash of white light sent Anti flying across the room. Chase sat up and came face to face with Marvin, holding out his wand and breathing heavily. Chase seized this opportunity and scrambled to his feet, running to pick up his gun before Anti could get up. Anti pushed himself up onto his knees, turned, and found a gun barrel pressing into his forehead. To Chase’s surprise, Anti burst out laughing.
“G̢̛͜͢ớ̵͠͠ ̴͟͞͠ơ̸ǹ̴͟͞ ̡̧̀͜t̢ḩ̀͠e͏̢͡n̴̵͘͠͠!̶̀͠” he said, still laughing, “D̡͝҉o̵̡͡ ͜҉̀í́t̛͟͏͝!́҉̡ ̸̢K̸̕͢͢͜i̵͢͞l̀̕l̨̀͘ ̷̧̡̛̕ḿ̴͢͜e͟͢͠!̴̸̧͠”
“With pleasure.” Chase muttered, his finger tightening on the trigger. He was about to pull it when-
“NO! CHASE STOP!” -Schneeple shouted, “Jack is here!”
Chase paused, then turned to face the doctor.
“What?” Was all he could say.
“Vhen Anti was saying that everyone was here, he was right! Jack is here!”
“Really?” Jackaboy Man said, “Well, where is he?”
“He’s Anti!” Schneeple cried, “Vell, he’s inside Anti. Jacksepticeye and Antisepticeye share a body and a mind! They are one and the same! If you kill Anti now,” he continued, turning to Chase, “you kill Jack too.”
The gun didn’t waver.
“Why does that matter?” Chase said through gritted teeth, “He murdered my children.”
“Anti murdered your children.” Schneeple pleaded, “Jack has nothing to do with this. He isn’t in control!” Tears filled Schneeple’s eyes as he strode over and snatched the gun from Chase’s hand.
“Jack is a good friend of mine. He is a good friend to all of us, including you! We nearly lost Jack once and I am NOT going to loose him again OK?!”
Chase paused a moment keeping his eyes on Schneeple. As much as he wanted to rip Anti’s still beating heart out of his chest for murdering his children, what the doctor said made sense. Jack wasn’t to blame for this, even if it was his body doing the killing. He couldn’t kill Anti even if he wanted to; if he did, he’d kill Jack, and Jack didn’t deserve that fate.

It was then he noticed something behind Schneeple that made his heart skip a beat. He looked back to where Anti had been a moment earlier, then back to Schneeple in horror.
“Fuck! Dr, LOOK OUT!” Chase screamed. Schneeple turned round just in time for Anti to grab him by the throat and lift him in the air before throwing him to the ground. Schneeple tried to get to his feet, but before he could Anti grabbed him by the throat again and pulled him in close. Chase’s eyes widened when he saw Anti was still holding the knife. Anti pressed his face against Schneeple’s as Chase sprinted forward.
“No! NO!” Chase screamed at the same time as Marvin said, “Chase, no! Get back!”
“Sa̡y h͠e͜llǫ to Chase͘’͡s͠ ҉c̢hil̸dren͏ ͏f͠o̷r̀ h͡im͟.̀” Anti whispered, “T͜ell̸ th͟em͜ ̧d́addy̴ ͞l͢o͡v҉e̢ş tḩe̡m.̴..”

Schneeple’s eyes widened when he saw the flash of the metal knife. With one last chuckle, Anti swept the knife across the doctor’s throat.
“NOOOOO!” Chase screamed.
A neat, red line began to form on Schneeple’s throat, bright red liquid pooling out of it. The doctor’s breath caught in his throat as he began to choke on his own blood. Anti let go of the man, and the once good doctor grabbed his throat with both hands, trying to close the wound. Chase, Jackaboy and Marvin rushed forward, but it was too late. As blood trickled down his throat, staining his once pristine white doctor’s coat a dark shade of red, Dr Schneeplestein collapsed to his knees, still tearing at his throat in a desperate attempt to save himself. Chase caught Schneeple but could do nothing but watch as the doctor’s struggles got weaker. His hands slipped from his throat, allowing more blood to ooze out of the wound. A gurgling noise rose from deep in the doctor’s throat and his fingers twitched – one last, desperate attempt to survive – before he went still, his eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling.

Silence.

Chase just sat there in horror, staring wide eyed at the lifeless body lying in his arms. Jackaboy man and Marvin just stood there too, jaws hanging open in terror. As the good doctor’s body lay still, unmoving, in Chase’s arms, the only sound in the room was the sound of Anti giggling. The giggles turned into chuckles, which turned into manic laughter. Laughter which bounced off the walls and echoed round the room in a terrifying whirlpool of insanity.

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