i’m waiting for a totally normal let’s play video from jack and then at the last clip after the credits, anti’s glitching all over the place before composing himself back to ‘jack’ and saying “o shit i thought the camera was off.”
“But thank you guys and I’ll see all you dudes… IN THE NEXT VIDEOOOO!”
You say the outro with him, filled with that comfortable and happy feeling in your chest. He always makes you smile, no matter what. Granted, today he was a little less focused that usual, but you don’t mind. He goes on rambles when he’s not totally focused, and those are the best. The outro music plays and you bop along with Septiceye Sam onscreen, waiting to watch the endclips you know and love – some of them have left you dying of laughter.
A shrill shriek of static hammers into your ears, and you stop dead.
A grainy, green-tinted texture covers the webcam. You blink, and it’s gone. Surely not? No, he wouldn’t. The Irishman’s back again, and he too looks surprised, staring at something just above the camera.
“Oh, shit, I thought I turned the camera off!” He exclaims in annoyance, glancing at the game, which you now see has crashed unexpectedly, bringing the webcam to full-screen. You frown, confused. Was the game corrupting his computer? Why was the camera glitching?
Glitching… glitch… glitches –
“Oh well,” he sighs, taking off his headphones. Your heart skips a beat when you see the gauges. Another burst of static as he whips he head towards the camera. Blood drips from his neck as Anti glares with pitch-black eyes and flashes you a sick and twisted grin.
Yes it’s a real service. I do volunteer work for a rape crisis support service in my city and texting is one of the features we provide as well. But just to boost its credibility, I tried it myself:
It was Anti hosting the second day stream and not Jack~
That’s why all the pictures are scribbled, that’s why he wore only black clothes with a knife pin, that’s why he made a /zoom joke, that’s why he knew that the decapitated teddy bear was left overnight, and he was excited about opening it.
Because that was all his doing, because he was playing pretend, once again.
because that was all his doing because he was playing pretend once again
anti was doing /it/ again – having another meltdown.
which wouldn’t be a problem. usually it’d only take dr. schneeplestein to calm down the demonic ego with a few gentle pats on the back and a stern lecture…but he was having one of his major meltdowns.
the ones where he’d manipulate the room around them. pinning the other egos to the wall, wind swirling around the room, the lights going in and out as his green eyes flickered with anger. screaming out and throwing the other egos around. his hands darkened with ash (who even knows how it got there) and teeth bared. looking less human and more like a predator.
“YOU’VE BETRAYED ME FOR THE LAST TIME” anti shrieks as he throws jackieboy man against the ceiling. the other ego screaming for help as his body thuds against the hard surface. marvin the magician trying to run away, an invisible force grabbing his ankle as he’s dragged away.
“YOU THINK YOU CAN RUN?!” he screams again. poor marvin trying to use his own magic to push anti away. only to be joined with jackieboy – the two being pinned, nearly crushed, against the ceiling.
dr. schneeplestein nearly escapes as he runs from the destroyed meeting room to safety. landing right in front of chase – who was merely checking his phone. seeing the positive and praising comments of his latest video.
“chase?! where the /hell/ have you been?!”
“hmm?” chase looks up. sipping an energy drink lazily, “oh, lunch break. needed my daily fix of food, dude.”
“how the hell did you not hear us screaming?!” the doctor yells as he’s helped up by chase. holding the lower left side of his chest. wincing as he realizes he may have fractured /something/.
“screaming? what’s going on? i’ve been here for like, 20 minutes and didn’t hear nothing, bro.”
the doctor shoots him a look, “anti…NEARLY killed us all and you didn’t hear a thing? how…how can–”
they’re cut off by dapper jack bursting through the wall. being thrown hard by anti. landing at chase’s feet. signing away with his hands as his nose bleeds.
“what’s he saying?”
“WHO CARES?!” the doctor yells. dapper jack giving him the middle finger as he crawls away. “HELP US–”
there’s more demonic chanting and groans of pain before robbie the zombie is thrown next. the poor zombie scared out of his wits as he crawls and hugs the doctor’s leg. his arm broken as he whines and cries.
“ANTI’S SCARY, DOCTOR!!”
“/DO SOMETHING, BRODY./”
chase takes a long sip of his energy drink and yawns, “fiiiiine. i’ll calm the crybaby down.” he chuckles as he throws the can away. hands in his pockets as he walks into the room. the scene like something out of a horror movie, furniture thrown all over the place, anti floating two feet off the ground. jackieboy man passed out and injured on the ground as marvin cries and begs for anti to drop him.
“chase!! get the hell out of here!!” marvin yells as chase moves jackieboy’s bloodied, unconscious body away.
“i got this, bro!!” chase finger guns. walking up without fear to anti. still pissed and screaming. glitching out as chase pulls him down.
marvin fights against the invisible force as chase looks anti in the eyes. what the hell…? is he not scared? is…is anti actually listening to him?
“hey, anti, babe…you need to calm down. okay? everyone’s a bit freaked out right now. you need to take a few seconds and breathe with me, okay? in…”
anti and chase breathe in together. marvin still struggling.
“and ouuuuut.” he smiles as they breath out together.
chase leaning in and capturing anti’s cold lips. kissing him softly, his hands resting on anti’s shoulder as the other immediately calms down. deepening the kiss as chase dips anti back. anti’s leg kicking back as chase leans him down into the kiss. smiling gently as the two pull away.
“better?”
“…better.” anti pecks the tip of chase’s nose. the wind, the chanting, and glitching finally stopping. the lights going back to normal.
“great. now put down marvin.”
“oh…yeah, that.” he snaps his fingers.
“wait nO PUT HIM DOWN GENTLY–”
chase winces as marvin falls onto the table. groaning and squirming, “i think i broke my legggg–”
“…well, at least schneep is a good doctor.” anti shrugs as chase lifts him up. hugging and snuggling into his chest.
“oh, what got you so angry, babe?”
“some asshole ate the slice of cake i was saving for lunch. it was my favorite too, lemon with vanilla frosting.”
“oh!” chase laughs, “that was me!! i didnt want to skate over for lunch today so i helped myself.”
his laugh dies down as anti begins to rise into the air again. the wind starting back up as the chanting returns. anti’s eyes glowing green.
