“Can’t say I haaave…” she wiggled her mustache a little. “By the way, Antonio, Darkie’s been looking for you, I think!”
Aǹt͢i groaned, “̶H́o̷w̧ maǹy͟ t̕im̧e̴s̴ ͟dò I̕ ̛h͞av̧e̢ t͡o̡ te̕ll͞ ̡y̶o͟u͜?͘ ̸I͞ts͝ ͡Ąnti!” he sighed, “Wher̶ȩ is Ḑar̢k ͟th͜en̛?”
“Don’t know, Anti boy, Antibiotics, Anti-banti!” She was intentionally pushing him now. “Probably brooding in his room! He does that too much.”
He scowled. Then snarled at
Wilika "̷̢W͘͜í̴͝l̢͝l y̸͘o̷ư̵ ͏̀to͟ṕ ͝t̢hàt͝͞!҉̶?“̛͠
“Stop what, Anti?” She giggled, her voice dripping with a teasing tone. “I don’t know what the fuhk you mean!”
Anti glared,
“Im̴ j͘u͜st herę lo̕o̕ḱin҉g̴ ̢f͝or̢ ̡Ro͘b̧b̕ie̕’s leg̛. ̕U͘n̨l̵ess ̡y̕òu w̛i͘l̀l͘ ̶he͡l͟p m͜e, ̕O̵r ͠te͏l͜l̴ ͜m̶e҉ ͝whe̴r͘e ͢t͞ò fi̴nd̵ ̢D́ar̛k.҉ ̢O͡r̀ ̕yo̵u̷r síb͞li͟n̨gs̀. Im̀ le͝a҉v̕in̢g͡.͢"͟
Wilika raised an eyebrow. “I told you, Dark’s in his room, and the other Ipliers are kinda everywhere. Except for the King and probably the Jims.
He winced as Wilika caught his mistake
“U̡͘͝h.̴̀.͠. ̧̛I ̴g̷͏͘ơ͟͝t̵̷͞ ͜͝to̧ ̧go ͘ĺ͟oò͠k͠͏ ͠f̸́o̶̷ŕ ̵͘R̵o̡͟b̡bi̡e̷͡’̀s ̵͏le̶̶͜g̕͜͢.́̕̕"̡͞ Anti tries to rush past
A Glitch Named Anti 