When Anti doesn’t come out of his fort one morning, Ollie crawls in after him in search of the glitch only to find him sniffling and wiping his nose on his sleeve. “Ol, I think ‘m sick,” Anti whines. He sneezes and glitches two feet in the air before crashing back to the floor. “Ow…”
Ollie frowns and places a hand to Anti’s forehead. “Hm, you have an internal temperature of 100.2 degrees Fahrenheit. You should go see the Doc.” Oliver tries to pick Anti up, but his hands go right through the glitch’s fuzzy form. “Oh dear.”
Anti flickers as he coughs and into his elbow and groans. “’m dying…”
Oliver chuckles softly. “You’re not dying. You just have the flu or something.” He frowns again. “But it seems to be affecting you strangely.”
Anti curls closer around Oliver and falls asleep so the droid stays with him for a little while until the other Googles call him away for his usual duties. Then Anti wakes up, and all insanity breaks loose.
He glitches into the building’s systems, turning all the lights into disco lights, playing music over the intercoms and giggling all the while as Dark tries to figure out what in the world is going on. Every kitchen appliance, every printer, every electronic in the place starts running around and tearing the whole building to shreds until the Googles locate Anti and kick him out of the systems. Anti lands on his butt on the floor, still giggling.
“Weeee!” He flops down, spreading his arms and legs out in the middle of the Googles’ office. “Let’s do that again…”
Dark grits his teeth, glaring down at Anti and questions for the thousandth time why he allowed the glitch to become a permanent member of Ego Inc. Blue quickly escorts Dark out of the office while the other Googles take Anti down to the cell where they’ve set up a pile of pillows and blankets for him. Oliver and Green stay in the cell with him as he continues to glitch around in a feverish haze while Blue and Red work to clean up the mess.
When Anti finally falls asleep again, Ollie and Green do, too, and Doc finds them that way when he comes to check on the poor, sick glitch. After some rest, and quite a lot of Momiplier’s chicken noodle soup, Anti’s fever passes, and he nearly falls over laughing when Oliver tells him what he got up to while he was sick.
Let’s just say that a certain possessed Roomba attacked a very confused Darkiplier, and the resident edge lord is still emotionally scarred.
Never trust a Roomba.