Willy-boi got a gun!
I can’t believe anti zapped himself into the upside down
(Shhh this is definitely my original idea what are you talking about???)
Ollie shakes his head. “Anti, stay away from whatever it is. Just tell us how to get you out!”
Anti looks closer at where the movement came from and blinks. “Hello?”
The shadows shift again, and Anti grabs his knife, brandishing it in front of him. As Anti’s fear heightens, the triangle grows smaller and smaller until it disappears entirely. On Ollie’s end, they hear nothing but static. “Anti? Anti! Answer me, please!”
Anti slashes the knife through the air as something draws closer. “Who are you?”
The thing comes closer until Anti can see it clearly. The droid is missing most of one arm and a chunk of its left leg. He limps over to Anti, eyes flickering from blue to red to green to yellow. “Pr-pr-primary objective-jective is to-to an-answer questions as-as-as quickly-quickly as po-po-possible.”
Anti takes a step back. “G-google?”
The droid tilts his head to the side, his voice layered and broken as he continues, “Sec-secondary ob-objective is to-is to ki-kill all intruders.”
Anti’s eyes go wide, and he drops his pillow. “Google, don’t…”
And then the droid lunges.
don’t get me wrong, dark’s great and all, but where’s wilford?
Why is this so accurate?
Awww!
I know right!?
i trust him
this is what a male feminist should look like
the other side says “treats and pets, not trump and pence”
GOOD SHIT
Anti hates being alone, this is a nightmare!
Ever since he lost contact with the Host, the world has gone sideways. Anti can’t find anyone in the building, and the entire place seems to leech the warmth from him bit by bit. He goes back to the Google’s floor just to feel close to something familiar when he notices the little triangle floating in the air. He reaches towards it only to have his hand go straight through it.
Finally he crawls into his fort, tattered and riddled with holes here, and hugs a pillow to his chest. As much as he was hoping that it would, the pillow doesn’t smell like home, and he feels so far away from it that tears start to spring up in his eyes.
He tries to glitch back, but it won’t work. He’s stuck here, alone.
Anti buries his face in the pillow and cries and cries until a sound catches his attention. It’s Ollie’s voice somewhere outside the fort. “Ollie! Ollie, is that you?”
He crawls out as quickly as he can manage, but he can’t see Oliver anywhere. He’s about to lose hope again when he notices the triangle again. It’s bigger now, and Ollie’s voice seems to come from it.
“Anti! Where are you? What happened?”
Anti looks around, still clutching the pillow to his chest. “I don’t know!” He starts to shake again and hyperventilate. “Ollie, ‘m all alone. Y-ya gotta find me!”
The Host’s voice comes through next. “Anti, can you describe where you are? Look around, and tell me what you see.”
Anti nods and glances around. “It’s-it’s the office, but everything is all torn up. And it’s dark here. It doesn’t look like anyone’s been here for years. There’s dust everywhere, and,” Anti goes quiet for a moment as movement catches his eye.
“Anti?” Ollie calls, his voice wavering with worry, “Are you still there?”
“Y-yeah,” Anti says slowly, staring into the shadows. “Only, I don’t think ‘m the only one…”
Oh man what’s Red gonna think when he wakes up and Anti isn’t there and his brothers are upset and worried
Red’s eyes blink open as his sensors try to reorient. Green is leaning over him, looking even more concerned than usual. Red frowns and rubs his head. “Green? What happened to me?”
Red sits up, and Green looks over to Blue who sighs and tries to explain what happened and how Anti disappeared. “We’re… not sure what’s happened to him exactly, but we can’t find him anywhere.
“This is all my fault,” Red pulls at his hair and shakes his head. “If I could just control my own temper… That stupid faulty programming!”
Ollie hops onto the table next to Red and wraps his arms around him even though Red tries to resist. “Come on, strawberry. I just wanna help,” he says softly, taking Red’s frustration and fear.
Google crosses his arms across his chest and sighs. “There has to be something we’re not thinking of, some way to locate him that we haven’t thought to try yet.”
“How about radio waves?” the Host asks, walking in with a portable radio tucked under his arm and his cane in the other hand. “I believe I’ve found your glitchy friend.”
Host sets down the radio and turns it on. The Googles look around at each other like the Host has finally gone completely mad as he flips through stations, listening intently.
“Host, this isn’t funny,” Ollie says weakly before the Host stops on one station where he hears faint crying. “Wh- Anti?”
The crying stops suddenly and is followed by a pause before, “Ollie? Is that you?”
AHHHHH! THEY ARE SO CUTE!
I KNOW! They were so smol when we first got them, Rats grow so FAST! Its weird. they used to be smol that they fit in my hand with plenty of room to move, a week later they can barely fit in my hands.
