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[bloodsoakedheretic]

The Standardized King James Version of the Bible is, amusing to say the least. It talks about how a ‘faceless’ entity saw nothing but darkness, and it took him a day to speak it into existence, then a week to build the world as we know it and the universe. I, frankly, think this is bullshit. You see, since the dawn of creation there have been Gods. Some watched the world burn, others set the world on fire, but the God that the Christians were so fond of, their Messiah and Savior, well, he died.

That’s why you have us, the new Gods. Different versions of the same being all hellbent on ruling the world. We all have our strengths, our powers, our own ways of ripping you apart and rebuilding you in our image, but do you know what we really have going for us?

Power. Influence. Strength. Cunning. Wit. Charm. Intelligence.

You see, we all have things the previous Gods, pathetic as they were lacked. Things we will do with no problem at all. The previous… ‘Propaganda’ and Verses were to get you in a nice position for us, to make you… feel secure and safe while you’re being ripped away from your body and sent to our realm for judgement.

The world dying. We can save it, but, in order for us to do so, you must make the choice. Now. I’m asking you.

Will you give your life in service of being our servants or will you watch humanity die by famine and plagues like you’ve never imagined?

[bloodsoakedheretic]

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[dustywarbler]

hey guys hot tip if you like jacksepticeye, if you like anti, if you like codes and teamwork and drama and tense stakes then!!!! you should join Rem’s ARG!!! i can say from experience it’s been fantastic fun so far and there’s more to come!!! we’d love more players!!!! if you can’t/don’t want to play, please keep reblogging so that people who are interested can see this!!! 

[glitchbitchanti]

HELLO!

Important! I will be moving Anti over to my blog @cutewarmachine , thus making this blog inactive. If you want to give me a follow over there feel free to, if not then that’s okay!

-Rems

[festival-of-pudding]

fyi

I think this is new too?? if you have side blogs or old blogs you haven’t used in a long time, you might want to post before they give your URL to someone else :\

[fangirltothefullest]

This is so bizarre, like tumblr why

[princeanxious]

What the fuuuck

[glitchbitchanti]

HELLO!

Important! I will be moving Anti over to my blog @cutewarmachine , thus making this blog inactive. If you want to give me a follow over there feel free to, if not then that’s okay!

-Rems

[glitchbitchanti]

HELLO!

Important! I will be moving Anti over to my blog @cutewarmachine , thus making this blog inactive. If you want to give me a follow over there feel free to, if not then that’s okay!

-Rems

[glitchbitchanti]

Dakota had been on the search for years now, wanting to bring down the ones who set fire to his village so many years ago. He had his information and was hunting down one particular person, wanting to at least get more details on that day. He had been working all his life for this – to avenge them. And he would never settle until he got what he wanted. That was how he ended up there, blending in with the shadows to remain unnoticed.

Anti was lounging up on the wires of the street, purring and smirking as he felt himself grow more solid in mass and slowly moving to stand, silver hair a bright beacon as he began to pull out of the power grid, allowing the smaller and less powerful Viri people to take what they needed, seeing a few individuals with black hair and order those people be assisted so they wouldn’t fade.

He was unaware of the one watching, waiting, stalking. After all, it was the Glitching Hour, no one ever came out during that time.

[http-anti]

“This tattoo is worn by those from my village – been that way for generations. It’s kind of the symbol of my people. It differentiates us from regular people because we were put under a curse,” he explained, putting his shirt and jacket back on and running his hand through his hair. “Back in the day, my people were considered outcasts, which is why our village is so far off in the first place.”

Dakota crossed his arms over his chest and turned to face the other again. He took in a slow breath before nodding, deciding thst he might as well take the chance. “If he says its just violence, then so be it. But if I have a chance to being closure, I’ll take it.”

“I’m Dakota, by the way,” he said, the first hints of a grin tugging at his lips.

[glitchbitchanti]

“Anti, but most call me something to do with my hair color due to rank, that’s another thing entirely.” He said, waving his hand as if to dismiss it and moving to blink away to another corner, urging Dakota to follow since he was after all approaching the end of the only hour that protected his kind. He shot off his energy in the air, much like a firework and the masses around the city signaled their understanding before the sky filled with heat lightning, or as people now knew, Viri people.

“I hope you can keep up Dakota, we have to be quick.” He said, smirking but still tossing a metal object to him. “If you get lost, follow this, it’ll lead to our base, I’ll be waiting inside.” He said, keeping the curse mark in mind for later and feeling a flicker of sadness in his gut. He wished he could touch people, his kind was known for being touch starved, after all, they couldn’t ever touch anyone or anything, even to help fading Viri they had to use their own body’s energy.

“Of course, if you keep up, consider me impressed.”

[http-anti]

“Anti…” Dakota tested the name on his tongue before smiling a little.

He watched the other disappear and then reappear at a corner and nodded his understanding. He placed his mask back on and threw his hood up, a much more intrigued look in his blue hues now. He chuckled softly, catching the metal object as it was tossed his way.

“Noted. Don’t wait for me, I may not be as quick as you but I’m quicker than most,” he assured, glancing around. “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve….”

[glitchbitchanti]

“Me? Wait on anyone? You’ve lost your fuckin mind kid.” Anti chuckled, shaking his head before his green eyes glowed red and he was gone, all that was remaining was a large gathering of energy particles.

Then, it shot off to the south, if Dakota’s eyes happened to be sharp enough he could see people leaping before blinking rapidly through the air and landing only to keep pushing, some dove into powerlines or the ground, simply for safety as they didn’t want people finding them, while the most powerful, which was Anti, seemed to manage to stay in the air by blinking around rapidly, almost like a bunny hopping.

Though they all had one destination, the deserted bunker on the edge of town. It kept the rain out, that’s all that mattered.

[glitchbitchanti]

Dakota had been on the search for years now, wanting to bring down the ones who set fire to his village so many years ago. He had his information and was hunting down one particular person, wanting to at least get more details on that day. He had been working all his life for this – to avenge them. And he would never settle until he got what he wanted. That was how he ended up there, blending in with the shadows to remain unnoticed.

Anti was lounging up on the wires of the street, purring and smirking as he felt himself grow more solid in mass and slowly moving to stand, silver hair a bright beacon as he began to pull out of the power grid, allowing the smaller and less powerful Viri people to take what they needed, seeing a few individuals with black hair and order those people be assisted so they wouldn’t fade.

He was unaware of the one watching, waiting, stalking. After all, it was the Glitching Hour, no one ever came out during that time.

[http-anti]

“This tattoo is worn by those from my village – been that way for generations. It’s kind of the symbol of my people. It differentiates us from regular people because we were put under a curse,” he explained, putting his shirt and jacket back on and running his hand through his hair. “Back in the day, my people were considered outcasts, which is why our village is so far off in the first place.”

Dakota crossed his arms over his chest and turned to face the other again. He took in a slow breath before nodding, deciding thst he might as well take the chance. “If he says its just violence, then so be it. But if I have a chance to being closure, I’ll take it.”

“I’m Dakota, by the way,” he said, the first hints of a grin tugging at his lips.

[glitchbitchanti]

“Anti, but most call me something to do with my hair color due to rank, that’s another thing entirely.” He said, waving his hand as if to dismiss it and moving to blink away to another corner, urging Dakota to follow since he was after all approaching the end of the only hour that protected his kind. He shot off his energy in the air, much like a firework and the masses around the city signaled their understanding before the sky filled with heat lightning, or as people now knew, Viri people.

“I hope you can keep up Dakota, we have to be quick.” He said, smirking but still tossing a metal object to him. “If you get lost, follow this, it’ll lead to our base, I’ll be waiting inside.” He said, keeping the curse mark in mind for later and feeling a flicker of sadness in his gut. He wished he could touch people, his kind was known for being touch starved, after all, they couldn’t ever touch anyone or anything, even to help fading Viri they had to use their own body’s energy.

“Of course, if you keep up, consider me impressed.”

[glitchbitchanti]

Dakota had been on the search for years now, wanting to bring down the ones who set fire to his village so many years ago. He had his information and was hunting down one particular person, wanting to at least get more details on that day. He had been working all his life for this – to avenge them. And he would never settle until he got what he wanted. That was how he ended up there, blending in with the shadows to remain unnoticed.

Anti was lounging up on the wires of the street, purring and smirking as he felt himself grow more solid in mass and slowly moving to stand, silver hair a bright beacon as he began to pull out of the power grid, allowing the smaller and less powerful Viri people to take what they needed, seeing a few individuals with black hair and order those people be assisted so they wouldn’t fade.

He was unaware of the one watching, waiting, stalking. After all, it was the Glitching Hour, no one ever came out during that time.

[http-anti]

Dakota watched as they fed on the power, growing stronger by the minute. He felt.his blood boil but told himself to not let his anger get to his head. He needed to stay focused if he wanted to do this right. He had one chance.

Remaining in the shadows, Dakota inched forward, pressing himself to the building walls. He considered cutting the power lines considering he wouldn’t be throwing himself into a gang of them.

With that, he took out his bow and arrow, lining up three of them and waiting for the perfect opportunity before striking.

[glitchbitchanti]

All was going well, the masses were feeding and the humans were leaving them alone, then Anti heard the screams. Turning to face the sound he watched members of his faction fade and start to flee from the now deadzone. He tensed before he turned to static so he could move closer, making it appear as if he was randomly appearing on the ground, holding the line and signalling for them to move on, no one should’ve been out at this hour, this was theirs.

There would be hell to pay. Serious fucking hell to pay. “Who fucking did this?!” He barked out, voice extremely aggressive as he whirled around, glaring out.

[http-anti]

Dakota was a little intimidated but didn’t move away. He had workd his whole life up to this moment and he wasn’t about to ruin it. He set his bow and arrows back and instead took out his double-edged blade.

Dakota then stepped out of the shadows, his attired being completely black. His hood was up and a mask covered the lower half of his face, leaving only two blue eyes to be seen.

“I did,” he said flatly, flipping his weapon expertly. “This is an act of vengeance…. I’m here to avenge the people from my village – my friends and family who died because of you for no damn reason!”

[glitchbitchanti]

“What the fuck are you moaning about?!” Anti hissed, narrowing his eyes and turning so he was facing this idiotic fuckwad. His faction never even went close to people or ‘villages’ they only came to where they could feed without the threat of dying. “I have’t fucking killed anyone! No one in my faction has dumb ass.” He snarled before he made the electricity that ran through him like lifeblood shoot out in self defense.

If this fucker was going to try and kill him, Anti wouldn’t go quietly. He had too much pride and too much to protect. He was one of the last pacifist groups. 

[http-anti]

Dakota leaped out of the way swiftly, almost like he weighed no more than a feather. He was silent, quick and agile. Perfect for this type of job.

“No?” Dakota hummed, crouching by the ground more to the left now, still keeping his distance from the other. “Then who came after my people? Who slaughtered them? Who set our homes on fire and killed more than half of our already small population?”

He was angry, but his voice was steady and clear – calm in fact.

“I remember it being your kind… I remember it vividly, so don’t tell me I am mistaken, because I’m not.

[glitchbitchanti]

“Did you seriously just fucking tell me that all of the Viri people look the same?! What the fuck?” he asked, looking slightly amused and still on guard as he slowly seemed to fade out only to blink back into existence beside him, curious and also still very much pissed. His people could’ve died!

“Look kid, why don’t you think for a god damn second and explain what the fuck happened before you go around threatening innocent people who don’t fucking know who you are.”

[http-anti]

Dakota sighed exasperatedly. “That’s not what I said,” he stated in an annoyed tone.

He stood, looking at the one who was now next to him. He put away his blades, eyes just as slicing as the weapon he had out mere seconds ago.

“When I was a kid, your people came storming into my village and killed more than half of our population for absolutely no reason. I lost my entire family that day, along with my best friend,” his voice was steadily getting more firm. “Over a hundred innocent people died that day! You’re concerned about your people!? How the fuck do you think we felt!?”

Dakota rarely swore, so that was one way to tell her was pissed off.

“If you’re not responsible, then fine. But I refuse to leave until I’ve made some progress.”

[glitchbitchanti]

“How fucking long ago asshat?” He asked, crossing his arms and on the defensive since the last thing he particularly wanted was to die, or for someone to get hurt. He did have somewhat of a shred of emotion in that regard.

“We used to be a United clan, but we split into factions because some of us fucking hate confrontation and would like to be seen as fuckin’ humanoids, and given rights. I have a group that’s all pacifist, some of them would cry over spilled milk, others wish for pets or companions, not all of us are like the kind who massacre, there are ones that do but usually if we find out about anything we run the other way. Viri warfare can turn deadly, so we avoid it. Especially now that we have the Glitching Hour, it’s the only god damn thing that protects my faction.” He lectured before moving against a wall and away from any window where someone could throw water on him.

“If you were massacred, apologies, but I don’t believe in violence unless I’m attacked first.”

[http-anti]

Dakota absorbed the information like a sponge. He watched as the other leaned against the wall and then released a heavy sigh. It seems these were not the ones he was looking for.

The anger within him seemed to dissipate almost instantly and his entire figure slouched. He reached up to remove the mask from his face and take down his hood, revealing dirty blonde hair and pretty blue eyes accentuated by freckles on pale cheeks.

“I’m sorry for making assumptions and cutting off your powerlines. It was a long time ago… But it’s the only thing that keeps me going. If you know where the others might me… Please tell me. I have to do this…. I have to,” Dakota looked back to Anti, his eyes pleading now.

It was like as soon as the mask came off he was no longer the fearless and skilled assassin but a lost little boy.

[glitchbitchanti]

Anti observed the kid before he sighed, shaking his head. “There are three major violent factions, then you have nomads like myself that scatter so we aren’t a threat, Crank and Titan lead opposing teams but are all under the control of one, he doesn’t have a name, nor does anyone really, think about him. He’s… He tortured his own followers until they died.” He said, mumbling a bit since it was a taboo to even discuss him.

“He did that for fun.. if he catches wind of something going on with the nomads who just want peace, he’ll come and make sure that we either convert or we die. It’s not an option for me, for us, it’s not an option at all. Salazar, he’s uh, he’s a nomad who gets information from the three main United groups, helps keep us little people safe y’know, he might have something for you but I seriously doubt we have records that go that far back… we die easy y’know? Everything has moisture, everything could scatter us, if we have an emotional breakdown the power grid will fry everything and then we have to move on, there’s just too much shit going on, you’d have to be specific and in the chance we did have an oral record of it, it’s probably gonna take awhile. Seriously kid, the Viri… we’re a dying breed. Too fragile and broken. I’m not even sure we have blood or organs. We just, exist.”

[http-anti]

Dakota listened again, soaking in all the info once more. However, he just seemed to get more and more discouraged. His expression dropped and his eyes went to the ground, feeling like he was letting his people down.

“Dammit…” He murmured, running a hand through his hair. “This seems like a borderline impossible task. Even if I don’t get my hands on any, I just– I want to know why. I want to know; why us? Why them? They didn’t deserve to die, we didn’t deserve to lose our families and friends and homes…. We didn’t bother no one for centuries…”

Dakota pressed his lips together before removing his jacket and shirt. He turned to show his back to Anti, a black tattoo being placed between his shoulder blades.

“Do you recognize this mark at all?” He asked.

[glitchbitchanti]

Anti shrugged before looking at the tattoo, coming close enough that the air began to hum as he inspected it. “Vaguely... I think I saw it just shortly after my creation, that’s a whole topic on its own but, I was still tethered to the two who helped make me, a mother and father I guess, the world it’s much too complicated to us so we lose memory’s over the the years, I think that happened right before the split but again, I’m not too sure, there was a whole different government bracket in the ranks too..” he mumbled, stepping back and nearly fizzling out when he heard water dripping from an old pipe across the way.

I can bring you to Salazar if that’s what you would like, but the motive is unknown, some just want violence, some peace... I know some wish to give us Host bodies, like to forcibly take over a baby...” he rambled, on edge now that he could hear liquid.

[glitchbitchanti]

Dakota had been on the search for years now, wanting to bring down the ones who set fire to his village so many years ago. He had his information and was hunting down one particular person, wanting to at least get more details on that day. He had been working all his life for this – to avenge them. And he would never settle until he got what he wanted. That was how he ended up there, blending in with the shadows to remain unnoticed.

Anti was lounging up on the wires of the street, purring and smirking as he felt himself grow more solid in mass and slowly moving to stand, silver hair a bright beacon as he began to pull out of the power grid, allowing the smaller and less powerful Viri people to take what they needed, seeing a few individuals with black hair and order those people be assisted so they wouldn’t fade.

He was unaware of the one watching, waiting, stalking. After all, it was the Glitching Hour, no one ever came out during that time.

[http-anti]

Dakota watched as they fed on the power, growing stronger by the minute. He felt.his blood boil but told himself to not let his anger get to his head. He needed to stay focused if he wanted to do this right. He had one chance.

Remaining in the shadows, Dakota inched forward, pressing himself to the building walls. He considered cutting the power lines considering he wouldn’t be throwing himself into a gang of them.

With that, he took out his bow and arrow, lining up three of them and waiting for the perfect opportunity before striking.

[glitchbitchanti]

All was going well, the masses were feeding and the humans were leaving them alone, then Anti heard the screams. Turning to face the sound he watched members of his faction fade and start to flee from the now deadzone. He tensed before he turned to static so he could move closer, making it appear as if he was randomly appearing on the ground, holding the line and signalling for them to move on, no one should’ve been out at this hour, this was theirs.

There would be hell to pay. Serious fucking hell to pay. “Who fucking did this?!” He barked out, voice extremely aggressive as he whirled around, glaring out.

[http-anti]

Dakota was a little intimidated but didn’t move away. He had workd his whole life up to this moment and he wasn’t about to ruin it. He set his bow and arrows back and instead took out his double-edged blade.

Dakota then stepped out of the shadows, his attired being completely black. His hood was up and a mask covered the lower half of his face, leaving only two blue eyes to be seen.

“I did,” he said flatly, flipping his weapon expertly. “This is an act of vengeance…. I’m here to avenge the people from my village – my friends and family who died because of you for no damn reason!”

[glitchbitchanti]

“What the fuck are you moaning about?!” Anti hissed, narrowing his eyes and turning so he was facing this idiotic fuckwad. His faction never even went close to people or ‘villages’ they only came to where they could feed without the threat of dying. “I have’t fucking killed anyone! No one in my faction has dumb ass.” He snarled before he made the electricity that ran through him like lifeblood shoot out in self defense.

If this fucker was going to try and kill him, Anti wouldn’t go quietly. He had too much pride and too much to protect. He was one of the last pacifist groups. 

[http-anti]

Dakota leaped out of the way swiftly, almost like he weighed no more than a feather. He was silent, quick and agile. Perfect for this type of job.

“No?” Dakota hummed, crouching by the ground more to the left now, still keeping his distance from the other. “Then who came after my people? Who slaughtered them? Who set our homes on fire and killed more than half of our already small population?”

He was angry, but his voice was steady and clear – calm in fact.

“I remember it being your kind… I remember it vividly, so don’t tell me I am mistaken, because I’m not.

[glitchbitchanti]

“Did you seriously just fucking tell me that all of the Viri people look the same?! What the fuck?” he asked, looking slightly amused and still on guard as he slowly seemed to fade out only to blink back into existence beside him, curious and also still very much pissed. His people could’ve died!

“Look kid, why don’t you think for a god damn second and explain what the fuck happened before you go around threatening innocent people who don’t fucking know who you are.”

[http-anti]

Dakota sighed exasperatedly. “That’s not what I said,” he stated in an annoyed tone.

He stood, looking at the one who was now next to him. He put away his blades, eyes just as slicing as the weapon he had out mere seconds ago.

“When I was a kid, your people came storming into my village and killed more than half of our population for absolutely no reason. I lost my entire family that day, along with my best friend,” his voice was steadily getting more firm. “Over a hundred innocent people died that day! You’re concerned about your people!? How the fuck do you think we felt!?”

Dakota rarely swore, so that was one way to tell her was pissed off.

“If you’re not responsible, then fine. But I refuse to leave until I’ve made some progress.”

[glitchbitchanti]

“How fucking long ago asshat?” He asked, crossing his arms and on the defensive since the last thing he particularly wanted was to die, or for someone to get hurt. He did have somewhat of a shred of emotion in that regard.

“We used to be a United clan, but we split into factions because some of us fucking hate confrontation and would like to be seen as fuckin’ humanoids, and given rights. I have a group that’s all pacifist, some of them would cry over spilled milk, others wish for pets or companions, not all of us are like the kind who massacre, there are ones that do but usually if we find out about anything we run the other way. Viri warfare can turn deadly, so we avoid it. Especially now that we have the Glitching Hour, it’s the only god damn thing that protects my faction.” He lectured before moving against a wall and away from any window where someone could throw water on him.

“If you were massacred, apologies, but I don’t believe in violence unless I’m attacked first.”

[http-anti]

Dakota absorbed the information like a sponge. He watched as the other leaned against the wall and then released a heavy sigh. It seems these were not the ones he was looking for.

The anger within him seemed to dissipate almost instantly and his entire figure slouched. He reached up to remove the mask from his face and take down his hood, revealing dirty blonde hair and pretty blue eyes accentuated by freckles on pale cheeks.

“I’m sorry for making assumptions and cutting off your powerlines. It was a long time ago… But it’s the only thing that keeps me going. If you know where the others might me… Please tell me. I have to do this…. I have to,” Dakota looked back to Anti, his eyes pleading now.

It was like as soon as the mask came off he was no longer the fearless and skilled assassin but a lost little boy.

[glitchbitchanti]

Anti observed the kid before he sighed, shaking his head. “There are three major violent factions, then you have nomads like myself that scatter so we aren’t a threat, Crank and Titan lead opposing teams but are all under the control of one, he doesn’t have a name, nor does anyone really, think about him. He’s... He tortured his own followers until they died.” He said, mumbling a bit since it was a taboo to even discuss him.

“He did that for fun.. if he catches wind of something going on with the nomads who just want peace, he’ll come and make sure that we either convert or we die. It’s not an option for me, for us, it’s not an option at all. Salazar, he’s uh, he’s a nomad who gets information from the three main United groups, helps keep us little people safe y’know, he might have something for you but I seriously doubt we have records that go that far back... we die easy y’know? Everything has moisture, everything could scatter us, if we have an emotional breakdown the power grid will fry everything and then we have to move on, there’s just too much shit going on, you’d have to be specific and in the chance we did have an oral record of it, it’s probably gonna take awhile. Seriously kid, the Viri... we’re a dying breed. Too fragile and broken. I’m not even sure we have blood or organs. We just, exist.”

[glitchbitchanti]

Dakota had been on the search for years now, wanting to bring down the ones who set fire to his village so many years ago. He had his information and was hunting down one particular person, wanting to at least get more details on that day. He had been working all his life for this – to avenge them. And he would never settle until he got what he wanted. That was how he ended up there, blending in with the shadows to remain unnoticed.

Anti was lounging up on the wires of the street, purring and smirking as he felt himself grow more solid in mass and slowly moving to stand, silver hair a bright beacon as he began to pull out of the power grid, allowing the smaller and less powerful Viri people to take what they needed, seeing a few individuals with black hair and order those people be assisted so they wouldn’t fade.

He was unaware of the one watching, waiting, stalking. After all, it was the Glitching Hour, no one ever came out during that time.

[http-anti]

Dakota watched as they fed on the power, growing stronger by the minute. He felt.his blood boil but told himself to not let his anger get to his head. He needed to stay focused if he wanted to do this right. He had one chance.

Remaining in the shadows, Dakota inched forward, pressing himself to the building walls. He considered cutting the power lines considering he wouldn’t be throwing himself into a gang of them.

With that, he took out his bow and arrow, lining up three of them and waiting for the perfect opportunity before striking.

[glitchbitchanti]

All was going well, the masses were feeding and the humans were leaving them alone, then Anti heard the screams. Turning to face the sound he watched members of his faction fade and start to flee from the now deadzone. He tensed before he turned to static so he could move closer, making it appear as if he was randomly appearing on the ground, holding the line and signalling for them to move on, no one should’ve been out at this hour, this was theirs.

There would be hell to pay. Serious fucking hell to pay. “Who fucking did this?!” He barked out, voice extremely aggressive as he whirled around, glaring out.

[http-anti]

Dakota was a little intimidated but didn’t move away. He had workd his whole life up to this moment and he wasn’t about to ruin it. He set his bow and arrows back and instead took out his double-edged blade.

Dakota then stepped out of the shadows, his attired being completely black. His hood was up and a mask covered the lower half of his face, leaving only two blue eyes to be seen.

“I did,” he said flatly, flipping his weapon expertly. “This is an act of vengeance…. I’m here to avenge the people from my village – my friends and family who died because of you for no damn reason!”

[glitchbitchanti]

“What the fuck are you moaning about?!” Anti hissed, narrowing his eyes and turning so he was facing this idiotic fuckwad. His faction never even went close to people or ‘villages’ they only came to where they could feed without the threat of dying. “I have’t fucking killed anyone! No one in my faction has dumb ass.” He snarled before he made the electricity that ran through him like lifeblood shoot out in self defense.

If this fucker was going to try and kill him, Anti wouldn’t go quietly. He had too much pride and too much to protect. He was one of the last pacifist groups. 

[http-anti]

Dakota leaped out of the way swiftly, almost like he weighed no more than a feather. He was silent, quick and agile. Perfect for this type of job.

“No?” Dakota hummed, crouching by the ground more to the left now, still keeping his distance from the other. “Then who came after my people? Who slaughtered them? Who set our homes on fire and killed more than half of our already small population?”

He was angry, but his voice was steady and clear – calm in fact.

“I remember it being your kind… I remember it vividly, so don’t tell me I am mistaken, because I’m not.

[glitchbitchanti]

“Did you seriously just fucking tell me that all of the Viri people look the same?! What the fuck?” he asked, looking slightly amused and still on guard as he slowly seemed to fade out only to blink back into existence beside him, curious and also still very much pissed. His people could’ve died!

“Look kid, why don’t you think for a god damn second and explain what the fuck happened before you go around threatening innocent people who don’t fucking know who you are.”

[http-anti]

Dakota sighed exasperatedly. “That’s not what I said,” he stated in an annoyed tone.

He stood, looking at the one who was now next to him. He put away his blades, eyes just as slicing as the weapon he had out mere seconds ago.

“When I was a kid, your people came storming into my village and killed more than half of our population for absolutely no reason. I lost my entire family that day, along with my best friend,” his voice was steadily getting more firm. “Over a hundred innocent people died that day! You’re concerned about your people!? How the fuck do you think we felt!?”

Dakota rarely swore, so that was one way to tell her was pissed off.

“If you’re not responsible, then fine. But I refuse to leave until I’ve made some progress.”

[glitchbitchanti]

“How fucking long ago asshat?” He asked, crossing his arms and on the defensive since the last thing he particularly wanted was to die, or for someone to get hurt. He did have somewhat of a shred of emotion in that regard.

“We used to be a United clan, but we split into factions because some of us fucking hate confrontation and would like to be seen as fuckin’ humanoids, and given rights. I have a group that’s all pacifist, some of them would cry over spilled milk, others wish for pets or companions, not all of us are like the kind who massacre, there are ones that do but usually if we find out about anything we run the other way. Viri warfare can turn deadly, so we avoid it. Especially now that we have the Glitching Hour, it’s the only god damn thing that protects my faction.” He lectured before moving against a wall and away from any window where someone could throw water on him.

“If you were massacred, apologies, but I don’t believe in violence unless I’m attacked first.”

[glitchbitchanti]

WELL EXCUSE ME FOR NOT KNOWING THAT! It’s not like it’s common knowledge! I’m sorry!... but I still stand by my attractive comments. If I can touch you, fine. You’re nice eye candy.

Anti found it amusing how the human became so worked up, making a ghost of a chuckle leave him. “Cute.”

[glitchbitchanti]

Uh, well, sex for us isn’t always just to reproduce first of all. And... well, I dunno, I didn’t know you were cold until you said something. It’s not like anyone would automatically know that fact about you.

“Not to mention I am made from fucking electric current. One touch and you're gonna die.” Anti said, sass in his tone as he glared and to find logic in this human.

He found none.

[glitchbitchanti]

Okay, right. Hot has different meanings. Yes it can mean what you just said, but I can also be to describe something really attractive, like you. Like, if someone is described as hot, that means someone probably wants to have sex with you at some point

“Why would you want to have sex with something that’s body is cold?” He asked, confused as all fuck. “You couldn’t feel it.. you wouldn’t be able to reproduce anyway, what’s the fuckin point?”

[glitchbitchanti]

Dakota had been on the search for years now, wanting to bring down the ones who set fire to his village so many years ago. He had his information and was hunting down one particular person, wanting to at least get more details on that day. He had been working all his life for this – to avenge them. And he would never settle until he got what he wanted. That was how he ended up there, blending in with the shadows to remain unnoticed.

Anti was lounging up on the wires of the street, purring and smirking as he felt himself grow more solid in mass and slowly moving to stand, silver hair a bright beacon as he began to pull out of the power grid, allowing the smaller and less powerful Viri people to take what they needed, seeing a few individuals with black hair and order those people be assisted so they wouldn’t fade.

He was unaware of the one watching, waiting, stalking. After all, it was the Glitching Hour, no one ever came out during that time.

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Dakota watched as they fed on the power, growing stronger by the minute. He felt.his blood boil but told himself to not let his anger get to his head. He needed to stay focused if he wanted to do this right. He had one chance.

Remaining in the shadows, Dakota inched forward, pressing himself to the building walls. He considered cutting the power lines considering he wouldn’t be throwing himself into a gang of them.

With that, he took out his bow and arrow, lining up three of them and waiting for the perfect opportunity before striking.

[glitchbitchanti]

All was going well, the masses were feeding and the humans were leaving them alone, then Anti heard the screams. Turning to face the sound he watched members of his faction fade and start to flee from the now deadzone. He tensed before he turned to static so he could move closer, making it appear as if he was randomly appearing on the ground, holding the line and signalling for them to move on, no one should’ve been out at this hour, this was theirs.

There would be hell to pay. Serious fucking hell to pay. “Who fucking did this?!” He barked out, voice extremely aggressive as he whirled around, glaring out.

[http-anti]

Dakota was a little intimidated but didn’t move away. He had workd his whole life up to this moment and he wasn’t about to ruin it. He set his bow and arrows back and instead took out his double-edged blade.

Dakota then stepped out of the shadows, his attired being completely black. His hood was up and a mask covered the lower half of his face, leaving only two blue eyes to be seen.

“I did,” he said flatly, flipping his weapon expertly. “This is an act of vengeance…. I’m here to avenge the people from my village – my friends and family who died because of you for no damn reason!”

[glitchbitchanti]

“What the fuck are you moaning about?!” Anti hissed, narrowing his eyes and turning so he was facing this idiotic fuckwad. His faction never even went close to people or ‘villages’ they only came to where they could feed without the threat of dying. “I have’t fucking killed anyone! No one in my faction has dumb ass.” He snarled before he made the electricity that ran through him like lifeblood shoot out in self defense.

If this fucker was going to try and kill him, Anti wouldn’t go quietly. He had too much pride and too much to protect. He was one of the last pacifist groups. 

[http-anti]

Dakota leaped out of the way swiftly, almost like he weighed no more than a feather. He was silent, quick and agile. Perfect for this type of job.

“No?” Dakota hummed, crouching by the ground more to the left now, still keeping his distance from the other. “Then who came after my people? Who slaughtered them? Who set our homes on fire and killed more than half of our already small population?”

He was angry, but his voice was steady and clear – calm in fact.

“I remember it being your kind… I remember it vividly, so don’t tell me I am mistaken, because I’m not.

[glitchbitchanti]

“Did you seriously just fucking tell me that all of the Viri people look the same?! What the fuck?” he asked, looking slightly amused and still on guard as he slowly seemed to fade out only to blink back into existence beside him, curious and also still very much pissed. His people could’ve died!

“Look kid, why don’t you think for a god damn second and explain what the fuck happened before you go around threatening innocent people who don’t fucking know who you are.”

[glitchbitchanti]

Well, I mean, I think you’re hot... attractive. People flirt with attractive people... *crosses arms and frowns a bit*

“I’m made of god damn electricity, my body temperature is below freezing and the only thing around that has heat is you.”

(This Anti doesnt get flirting)

[glitchbitchanti]

OW! *glares, and pouts slightly* Damn, I was just trying to flirt! No need to shock me, you could have just said no...

“What the fuck is flirting, is that a god damn human emotion?!” He hissed, confused and not appreciating the disrespect.