Wrong

monochromemedic:

The egos were never meant to be a thing, to be some sort of reoccurring characters in the channel. But it seemed that people liked the characters I put on and soon they became a thing, all starting with Anti.
And then others came in.
The Doctor, The Dad, The Hero.
They all began to fall into line and soon art and headcanons came flooding in.
Hell they made characters out of things I never thought would be, such as that magician and a zombie that were made from a thumbnail I did.
I was thinking about them lately. 
The fanbase loved everything I made but the egos… they went crazy over it.
I wanted to do something with them, I was starting to feel love for them as well. I wanted to build stories, to build a world.
But recently i’ve been feeling off… every time I started to think about them, I got sick to my stomach, to the point where I had to rush to the bathroom, palms clammy as I hunched over the toilet seat and heaved.
I didn’t know why,I just assumed I was getting sick.
As I laid in be that night, tossing and turning as my stomach bubbled and lurched. I was doubled over, fear over coming me as I tried to stop the bile from rising in my throat.
Just when I thought i’d had to get up and hurl in my bathroom sink it all just… disappeared.
And there was a strange crack.
I shot out of bed, my body quaking as I looked around, another crack coming from some other room in my house.
I gritted my teeth and tried to look around for any weapon.
Nothing.
Maybe I could make it to the kitchen, take a knife…
I nodded to myself before I got up and began to creep through my house, the sounds of creaking and splattering coming in the other direction.
It was so far back in the house, why was I hearing the intruder now and not them coming in?
As I creeped into the kitchen I searched for the biggest knife I could find. The bigger, the better to scare them off.
I slowly began to walk back to the room, hearing soft groans and creaking sounds.
It sounded like a guy… it was familiar but I couldn’t place it.
I slowly peered into the room and saw a shape unlike anything I could identify. 
It seemed like it could be human but the way it’s limbs moved, the length of them… the dripping of flesh… it wasn’t human.
I gritted my teeth and charged in, ready to speak when the creature turned around.
And I saw myself.
Or well… him.

“S…Sean. Good to see you b-buddy.”
Anti muttered, his body literally falling apart in front of Jack as if he wasn’t fully made.
Chunks of flesh and bone slipped off of his frame, revealing static underneath.
I couldn’t help the knife from dropping to the floor with a clatter, backing up a few steps before falling to the ground.
“Y-y… thi…this is a dream. I’m dreaming… this is all a fever dream”
I put my hands to my head, trying not to look at the horrible sight in front of me.
“You aren’t real!”
“Oh i’m… very real Sean.” Anti said through gritted teeth, a grin forming on his face as he stepped forward. “At least now. And the thing is… I wasn’t until just a few moments ago, but I remember every damn thing, like I was real. So… why am I alive… and why does it hurt so god damn bad?!”
Anti took a step closer, he smelt like iron and bile.
There was a loud splatter of blood and some sort of meat that fell against the ground.
“So what the FUCK did you do. How did you do it huh Jackie? Why am I here? Why the fuck do I look like this… You better get it right or I swear to g-god.”
I couldn’t help but try to squirm back, gagging  before finally turning and throwing up on the ground.
“Ho… we got a spewer! What’s wrong Jackie?! We all have the same parts, this is just what’s in you… so if you want to fix this you better find out how to stitch me back up real quick.”
“I don’t fucking know ok?! I don’t know how this happening! J-just go away!”
“I wish I fucking could but I can’t… I really can’t. I’m stuck like this.”

I was just about to open my mouth when I heard a horrible scream from another room, another male scream.
I looked to Anti with wide eyes, who seemed just as surprised as me.
A couple of steps sounded from behind me and as I peaked through the crack in the door I saw… Chase.
His hat was of but somehow I could tell it was him, maybe it was the fact he was wearing that grey shirt.
His head was shaking like crazy, erratic, unnatural, like it was speed up stop motion.
Even though it was hard to see I could see the green glowing liquid that was running down his cheeks as he howled, his fingers clutching the gaping hole in his chest.
“Jaaack….. w…wwwhere am I?” He groaned out, like a haunting whisper. “I want to see my kidds… pl-please… I can’t stop crying my tears burrrnnn”
I put a hand to my mouth and gritted my teeth, closing my eyes as I continued to hear him wail.
“Please stop… please stop what the hell is going on. I just want this to stop… make it stop.”
“Looks like you made a real big fuck up Jack. Somehow we’re all turning real but we’re not doing so good… I don’t want to think about what the doc looks like… or hell even that damn magician. I don’t wanna place the idea in your head but maybe you should…. off us. If the world gets word of what the hell happened here tonight, of what you created, of this pain…”
Jack looked to the knife, fingers quivering as Chase’s words echoed in his ears, calling the names of his kids and how much it hurt.
He didn’t know if he could do it. What could he do? They looked just like him, in a way they were him, but they were in such pain.

It wasn’t long before he heard the gurgling, choking sounds of what he could only assume was Schneeplestein from not to far away. God damn it make it stop…. just make it stop.
JUST MAKE IT STOP.