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Idk why this happens often but this morning I was dead tired and I had three alarms set up (I'm not a morning person.) 

I was really tired and I knew I had to get up on the last alarm so I laid there...and I had a dream? But it only lasted two minutes?? Literally? It was weird....SO DREAM TIME! 

I was just watching a video of Jack playing some creepy video game except the video was fullscreened in my mind. 

HERE'S WHERE IT GETS WEIRD. 

The video was in a dark grey filter AND YOU COULDN’T HEAR HIM TALK AT ALL. He was talking but it was basically a silent (film haha!) video. 

In the dream though, the camera was getting static lines??? It was like a VCR trying to clear up a video. But it was continuous static lines slowly moving up. 

THEN THE FREAKY THING. 

At one point in the video, in the far background I could see a black dot and as the static line continued to go up so did the black dot. It turned into this black shadow. It had the body of a person but there was nothing. No face, no limbs, just a weird shadowy figure. It never moved, never did anything, it just stood there, watching for the rest of the entire video. 

IDK WHAT THE HELL THAT MEANS BUT I AM NOT OKAY. 

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Jack: Okay Anti I’m sick of your shit. You have to do something good for Henrik and Chase after what you did, you’re gonna sit in a room and sing to both of their kids. You’re gonna make them laugh, play guitar, AND I KNOW YOU KNOW HOW, and you’re going to BE NICE! OKAY?! 

Anti:.....fml, FINE! 

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Antisepticeye

But he has a paintball gun instead of a knife

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I can’t with this lol 

It's four in the morning, pitch black in lil Jackie's room. The only source of light is the sinister green eye, peering through the door. He quietly lifts up the paintball gun Chase had loaned him earlier. He aims it right at Jackie's head, taking in a deep breath.

Fifteen minutes later, Anti is running for his life from a very terrifying and angry Marvin while Henrik is trying to comfort a crying Jackie who's favorite Spiderman onesie is now ruined.  

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Jackieboyman in B3? Pls (Love you friendoooooooooo)

here u go kier :3and,,, the titty version

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Lowkey, I was trying to make you suffer while drawing this but that took a turn oof! LOVE YOU, YOU’RE THE BEST! THIS IS GREAT! 

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Anti w/ C3

click for better resolution :)

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I SHALL SUPPORT MY FRIENDS AND THEIR ARTWORK, ESPECIALLY ONES LIKE THIS!! 

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Marvin the Magnificent! Been awhile since I did an illustration like this.  @therealjacksepticeye

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Connor (the android sent from Cyberlife) in B1, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! I'd love you forever!! <3 !!!!!

welp there you go anon

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Day 2-Tougher than Expected

I am awful at keeping up with this. BUT I SHAN’T GIVE UP! 

I watched as he continued to mess around with the beakers and those...bugs. It made me squirm just watching them crawl up his neck. He never flinched once. I tried memorizing his image. Okay so he wore a black shirt..blacks jeans...black shoes…. This was going to be a nightmare to explain to the police. If I even made it to them. The only distinct feature was the disgusting sewage green colored hair. If he really wanted to though, he could re-dye his hair back to his natural color and never be found. Yep, I was screwed. 

I got lost in my thoughts and went back to when I was studying psychology. I didn’t learn much but I’ve met a few good nutcases to know one when I see one.  Owker...that guy was insane. (His name was really Owen but hey, we all have our preferences) Alan, nothing too severe. A Parker? I think? A Michael and a Westin. He didn’t look like any of them.  Maybe a little bit of a Michael but...he was different. He actually seemed sane, if you ignore the laughter and murder. 

Obviously he had a reason to come here and kill Henrik. And what was that reason? Yeah, exactly, that’s what was bothering me. What bothered me even more was that he claimed to have broken all the light bulbs. Then his strength and very concernedly his speed. 

Did I have some sort of panic attack? Or...did my mind simply refuse to see Henrik get stabbed? There was no way he could possibly move that fast. They were both standing together and in half a second Schneeple was crouching down in pain. And how the hell did he get in here?! Schneeple said there was no back door. Unless he lied? No. He wouldn’t do that. Maybe the window? Even so, why would Henrik lead us (most importantly me!!!!) there if he knew?

“Dammit!” He growled, ripping off one of the bugs on his shoulder. “You son of a bitch!” He stomped his foot down. As if that wasn’t enough torture for the poor insect, the man...Mike? Yeah I’m sticking with Mike. As if that wasn’t enough, he slid his food back, leaving a disturbing trail of the bug’s insides. There was a long ten second creak coming from out the door. “Great.” Mike muttered. 

He picked up a syringe and collected more from the beaker. Look you’d think after watching ten horror movies and being an hour into this messed up situation, I’d learn not to move. Nooooooooo. My body uncontrollably slouched downward. I instantly tensed up. He paused and slowly turned his head, scanning the room. 

“Henry!!” A familiar voice shouted. The doors swung open. I was so surprised and nervous yet very relieved. Jackie, a favorite colleague of mine, stood there drenched in sweat. He wore his same old red hoodie along with some dark blue jeans. 

Mike let out a low sigh, tapping on the sink. “I had a feeling you’d show up sooner or later. Get lost.” 

“Where’s H-” He drifted off, staring at the body in front of him. 

“Yeah sorry. Daddy’s gone.” He mused. “Don’t worry, big brother’s here.” 

“And...y/n?” Jackie never lifted his head up once, his eyes were fixated on Henrik’s corpse. 

Mike had a sinister smile and tilted his head. “Huh, I knew someone as in here.” 

“Jack!!!!” I screamed inside of my head. I covered my face. “Idiot.” I took a deep breath and felt kinda sore. Okay let’s be honest. This wasn’t the most comfiest box and as squeezed in as I was, my lower back was aching.

 “We can fix him.” Jack said. “You can. I’ve...we both know you can.” Mike scrunched his nose and set his knife down on the sink, admiring it. “Please Anti.” He continued to plead. 

I cocked my head to the side. 

Anti? 

….Anti. 

Stand back Owken we have a new champion for the oddest name ever! 

“Tell me something.” Mik-Anti straightened up. “Did Henrik.” He hissed his name. “Promise you anything? That he’d make you into something greater than you once were?” 

Jack’s face turned pink. “.....yes.” He admitted. He grabbed his hoodie and lifted it over his head, embarrassed. 

“Well Parker, what exactly did he offer you?” 

“...to make a dream come true.” He mumbled, becoming more shy.

 “Well boy wonder, your villan’s right here.” Anti held his arms out wide as if saying ‘Try me.’ 

“Please...don’t make me.” Jack whimpered.  “I don’t want to hurt you.” He seemed really hurt. It made me wonder..how they knew each other. Neither Jack or Henrik mentioned about some Anti freak. 

Anti snickered. “Hurt me? You expect me to actually fight you? That’d hardly be fair...don’t you think?” He roamed across the room. His footsteps came closer. He stopped by the box again. 

My eyes watered and I squeezed them shut, like a kid cowering under a blanket, hoping the shadow on the wall would go away. Jack kept silent, making it ten times worse. It was so quiet. Absolutely nothing. No breathing, no laughing, no bodies shifting, not even a freakin creak in this godforsaken warehouse! 

It got to me. I slowly opened my right eye to take a peek out of the cardboard tab. I let out a shriek, seeing his eyes stare back at me. 

“There’s my little puppet.” He grinned as I frantically tried to scramble out of the box. 

“Jack!!” I screamed as loud as I could. All of a sudden I felt a sharp snap and quickly held my neck in a panic. My vision blurred out again, like before. 

“Jack?” I recognized his bright red jacket. I was now standing in front of him. “Jack!” I cried. There was still hope. 

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Day 1- Spreading the Sickness

(Kay so imma just update this later cause this took more time than I realized and boi you betta believe I’m writing for our lil Magician’s week.)

So since I’m shit at art but have so many ideas in my head, I’m writing it out! Hurray! lol! Basically, this is like a y/n type story soooooo enjoy! 

 The lights had shattered. They didn’t blow out, surprisingly I didn’t hit one by mistake...again. They simply shattered. Each and every single bulb. Shards of glass rained down on both of us. I covered my nose and mouth along with Henrik. All the lights contained mercury. Someone was supposed to replace them but he kept pushing it to the side. Thankfully, Henrik had a mini flashlight hooked to his keys. It turned on, lighting up the floor. I couldn’t see too well but I couldn’t really complain either.  

    My eyes wandered over to Henrik and..he had an unsettling look on his face. Something was off. The past few weeks were odd. He seemed more irritable and..something else that I really couldn’t place. A bit more cautious I suppose? Don’t get me wrong, that isn’t a bad thing. Between the both of us, he’s a lot more calmer and careful when handling fragile things. However, out of nowhere, he decided to move to a new location. I remember walking into his office in the hospital. For such a small room he had a lot of stuff. Boxes and crates filled the room. I mean, I wanted to stay back there..but his offer? 

  Studying for years only to end up with a low paying job at an overworked hospital was grueling. Yet, the chance to become famous? Everyone wants that, right? The chance to discover something new and learn its properties could change the world. How could I not accept? I know it sounds crazy and to even accept it so quickly...but he chose me. Think about it. The other nurses, the doctors, th-the people who understood much more fields of health and science. That was such an honor to be chosen and just like that, we both appeared in this warehouse he moved into.

   I let out a small squeak as he jerked my body over to the right, snapping me back into reality. Without hesitation, he shoved me through the doors. I stumbled in and rubbed my now tender arm, thanks to him. He didn’t care though. He locked the doors and slipped out his phone from his coat pocket. His back was turned against me, hiding, always hiding. He left me constantly to work while he wandered off doing who knows what! 

“Take this.” He handed me a mask. 

“Thanks.” I drew in a breath and slipped the straps behind my ears, adjusting it. It wasn’t exactly the best mask for Mercury filled air but it would have to work for the time being. 

“So.” I said, sitting down on one of the unopened crates. “I guess we’ll have to get new bulbs huh? Maybe something more efficient and less poisonous?” I mean I tried. I had good intentions. He’d been so bummed out, I wanted to cheer him up or get some sort of positive reaction from him. He wasn’t interested in conversations though. He paced around the room, grabbing beakers, test tubes, rifling through all the boxes in a frenzy. I watched him, curiously..that was when I noticed something. I stood in front of his path and pulled a jar from his hand. I could feel his eyes on me but he kept silent. I turned the glass jar over and mouthed out the words on the label. It suddenly sunk lower into my hand, feeling heavier. 

“...Where did you get this?” I held my breath, seeing the other containers. GHB, Uranium, Francium, Chromium, Astatine, other labels that I only could remember reading about in history. 

“Nevermind this.” He took it back from me and set it down by an old rusted sink. 

“How does this even exist?” I reached for a container labeled ‘Triatominae’, that is, before he slapped my hand away. 

“Don’t touch that!” He shouted. “Put on some gloves! Du dummkopf! This isn’t gradeschool Y/N!” 

My body tensed up. “Yes sir.” Let it be known that I don’t have a great temper. I become petty while simmering with rage. “Gloves are on....or did you want leather? Wool? Maybe some cotto-” 

“Enough.” He spoke strictly, shooting me a glare. His shoulder slumped down and he hung his head low. “I offered you this position. If you are to continue this behavior then I will have to ask you to leave….permanently.” I pursed my lips. This joke of a doctor, was threatening my job? He rarely did much when we were both working anyway. He’d get nowhere. I slipped off my gloves and threw them onto the concrete floor. “Fine.” I walked past him and headed for the doors. “Auf Wiedersehen, sayonara, adios, arrivederci, au revoir, good riddance.” 

I pushed through the doors and instantly my heart dropped. A shrill scream rang through the empty building. My throat dried up and I could feel my body begin a cold sweat. No one was allowed here. Hell, even we weren’t supposed to be here. The warehouse was to be condemned and taken down but the date got pushed back. Schneeple raced past me and slammed the door shut. He quickly pushed boxes over to barricade the door. “Henrik...” 

“Help me!” He breathed out heavily, pushing a table in front of the doors. “But the mercury!” “It’s fine!” I wanted to question him. I wanted to get out. I wanted to go home but I found myself pushing the table along with him. I stared at the metal doors, quivering. “Y/N, move! I need your help now.” 

“That was a woman..” 

“Y/N..” 

“No one’s supposed to be here.” 

“Exactly.” He hissed, pushing away my concerns. I turned to him and saw how frantic he became. He was shaking too. “Henrik. Someone or something forced her here. She’s going to die from the mercury.” “No one’s going to die if you just help me.” 

I sighed in defeat. “Here.” I took the beaker out of his hand and measured everything out. Impressively, I was doing well...until the bang. “No!” He gasped. He grabbed the tube from me and tried to keep it from spilling. 

“Where’s the back door?” I demanded, my breathing becoming rapid. 

“What are y-” 

“I want to leave. Now.” I grabbed his arms. He looked back at me surprised. What I didn’t want to see next happened. Guilt washed over his face as I read his mind. “We need to call the police.” I lowered my voice, eyeing up the doors. We could barricade them sure, but they were swinging doors. They moved in both directions. “I’m not-” A cold and deathening knock cut him off. It was small and only one at first, we both questioned if we were hearing things. Then the knock followed with a lot faster and harder pounds. The floor beneath us shook. “He-Henrik.” I stammered. “Get in here.” He wrapped his arm around me and hurried me over to an empty box in the corner. “Jack where are you?” He mumbled to himself as I carefully crouched down into the box. 

“Jack?” I blinked. He then folded the box close and ran. Okay, maybe now was the perfect time to panic. Last time I saw Jackie, he was being transferred up to a new hospital. With his clumsiness, it was a surprise to everyone..but, that was miles..hours away from here. 

There was a small cardboard tab beside me. The kind of tab you’d push in to have a good grip on heavy boxes. It made a tiny space to peek in. Henrik was worse than ever. His body trembled, dropping a few more of what looked like Uranium into the beaker.

I slipped my phone out from my pocket. Instantly the brightness blinded me and I had to turn it down. My heart raced. If I called for help, both of us would be busted for trespassing. That bang seemed more threatening than some fine though.

“You forgot the assassin bug.” A voice called out. Henrik jerked and turned around. I tried desperately to see but there was only so much that cut out could show me. Henrik seemed hesitant, like he was deciding whether or not to abandon this ass of a partner or stay. He gripped onto the syringe, staring the stranger down. Honestly, I expected him to leave me with whoever this was. I quietly slipped off my mask so I could breathe a bit better.

“Aw, I was expecting a warmer welcome. Where're the drinks? The confetti? Is this any way to treat your own kid?” 

“You are no child of mine.” 

A figure walked towards him. “Ah right. I forgot. I'm still a test subject to you. Let's make this quick then.” The man held his hand out. He wore dark clothes and there weren’t many details to him. No watch, no tattoos, no markings. The only thing that stood out was the dark green hair. “Make this easy for me will yah?” The man spoke impatiently. They stared each other down. “Fine.” My eyes flooded with tears. The creep swiftly stabbed him. It happened so fast and...where did he even get the knife? Henrik grabbed his arm to stop him but the guy flung him back. “Don't bother.” He muttered, delicately picking up the syringe. 

He dipped it into the beaker, filling it all the way up. His eyes caught something and his face turned to delight. “Heeeeyyy!” He lifted up a container filled with bugs. “How's daddy's boy doing?” He pulled one out and held it in his hand. “Aw look at you..so big and bitey.” Schneeple held his stomach in pain. He kicked the man in the legs, making him wobble. “You just can't take a hint, can you?” The man grabbed him by the throat. The veins in his arm bulged out, squeezing the life out of him. With his free hand, he set the bug down and began feeding it a few drops from the syringe. The bug crawled over to taste it. “You like that huh?” The man cooed. “I bet you want more, hm?” He turned to Henrik. 

Henrik waved his arms around frantically, desperately trying to keep him away. The tall man smiled, amused. It happened again. In a split second, I watched Schneeple let out a painful cry as the guy forced the syringe into his vein. To make it even worse, the man decided to throw Schneeple against the table, limiting my view. The guy had his hand balled into a fist, holding something. A few more screams followed along with more struggling. “Hey, shhhh. It's all over now. Don't worry, the pain will go away soon.” I forced myself not to cry or hyperventilate. I pressed my face against the cut out as much as possible. This dude was freakishly strong. He held onto Schneeple's shoulders and lifted him up a few inches off from the ground. I felt my body shake. There was no way I could fight him. I'd have to run and hope for a miracle. 

“I was really hoping the gas would've knocked you out. But as always, you enjoy giving me challenges. Don't yo-” He stopped. His body tensed up and he stayed quiet, staring at Henrik. He let out a cackle after a minute of silence. “Oh!” He grinned. “Henry you old, old, pathetic bloodhound you...have you been hiding a lady friend from me?” That was it. Chills shot down my neck and through every inch of my body. Might as well accept my fate. The man leaned into Schneeples almost lifeless body. “I don't smell perfume..or that retched scent of the unborn..but I don't smell the stench of a man's many wasted years either..like you. What do you think doc?” He squeezed his cheeks together, pushing Henrik's blue lips out. 

“Aw.” He tsked. “Come on, lighten up. You've sure seen brighter days.” The man sighed depressively. He lifted up Henrik's body higher, meeting his eyes. “You always did let me down.” He took two steps back before Schneeples body fell to the floor with a large thud. 

Wherever Jackie was, he needed to hurry. My heart jumped, hearing the sharp point of a knife scream past me. “Ooooohhhh how I've missed that heavenly scent.” His shoes clicked against the floor, stopping right by my box. He lowered down and I held my breath. He groaned, trying to pull his knife out from the other box. He took forever and I was too afraid to breathe. I couldn't hold it any longer and I finally caved in. As soon as I allowed the slightest amount of air to reach my lungs I could hear my sides rub against the cardboard. There was a small click and everything froze. “I haven't tasted fear in soooo long.” He whispered. He placed his hand on the exact box I was hiding in. I could feel my hair stand up. His hand was right where my head was and..maybe...I was imagining things but I could almost feel him petting me. The box, I mean. Both, I just-I don't know! He let out a long exhale. “Back to work I guess.” He walked away and shuffled around. I finally saw him by the sink, messing with what Henrik had. “Oh..and wherever you are…” He shouted. “Don't try to run. Daddy needs his little puppet.” He smiled, picking up another syringe. He ran his fingers down the long needle. “.......In one piece of course.”

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Ok, just wondering, just to gage how fucked we are:

Who wants the second upload to make sure Jack’s safe? And  Who wants the second upload because they just want Anti? 

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I want the second upload to be perfectly normal video that burning us alive

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I care about Jack’s safety so of cours- yeah no Anti...just.. yep. Anti. I miss the glitch boi! 

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I can’t breathe, I love this too much!! I think we’re all Chase right now tbh. XD

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I’m an awful human being

Now I know I should be burning with the rest of the JSE community...I know I should be suffering, I know I should be like “ANTI’S BACK!!” GASP!!! 

And..I know that this was serious and creepy. I could’ve screamed, bursted into flames (don’t worry I did later and probably still will), but no...not me. Instead I laugh at this part and lose it. Why? Because the only thing my mind goes to is this

I COULD HEARRR THE LITTLE ANIME KNIFE SHINGGG SOUND AND MY MIND WAS LIKE 

“NANI?!?!” 

AND THEN I JUST LOST IT AND STARTED LAUGHING

SORRY CHASE/JACK/WHOEVER!! BUT I CAN’T RIGHT NOW!!

WE WENT FROM SCURRY BOI TO GLITCH BITCH TO MALICIOUS GAMER TO NOW TOP TEN ANIME BETRAYALS AND ALL I CAN IMAGINE NOW IS ANTI IN AN ANIME, ALL SERIOUS AND THEN

  *POP* 

OwO “I stab!” 

I CAN’T! END ME!! 

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I see your hatchet and knife. But I raise you, a chainsaw. 

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S U P P O R T 

IDC IF YOU WANNA FITE I’LL FITE!!!

YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED AND DESERVE ALL THE LOVE SO FITE ME

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SCREECH

I am completely confused by Jacks video..like it might be just me panicking and looking into things too much but...it seems like different egos are showing. He made so many references and I’m raising a few eyebrows, their a waggling in suspicion 

Also second time Sandra was mentioned. Like listing off quotes, now. 

Marvin- “It’s the magic between us that is causing that.” “I call this one the magic vanishing chalice.” 

Anti- “She didn’t like the wine I poured, so I MURDERED HER!” 

Note to self, never go on a blind date with Anti. 

Schneeple- “You know vhat? I slave and I slave over this ALL DAY! And what do you do? You don’t even like it!!” One second later ~ “I STAB YOU WITH THE KNIFE!” “STABBY STAB STAB!” <-See this confuses me..because its a German accent but...towards the end I see Anti in this. Of course I feel like the doctor has anger issues too...considering he was protective of his chair. XD

Chase- “He turned me and said, ‘Son. When you going to grow up and be a real man?” (I’m not sure but I feel like with the wife and stuff...it just seems like Chase idk) 

Okay a few theories/ideas...and its probably wrong and I’m way off. I’m not as good as others who are like crazy good. But part of me wonders if its Chase who’s dating “Sandra”. Like he’s trying to go back out and find someone new. At one point he says “Tell us the relationship about your father, abandonment issues, he left you and your mother when you were quite young. Never came back, never told you that he loved you, so now you fear all men. You’re afraid to commit because what if I leave you?” 

This is probably wrong but...maybe Chase had issues with his father.. at the same time I feel like it’s also hinted at Stacey (assuming that this is Chase talking). If your wife left you, took the kids, you’d most likely have commitment issues. She abandoned him and left him. He possibly could’ve looked to drugs. “It’s probably my addiction to heroin that drives all my loved ones away.” 

Another thing that makes me wonder..is he says “Tell us the relationship.” and maybe it’s us, as the audience. But even after Jack says that whole thing, it moves to dialogue and he sort of uses Schneeple’s voice...which makes me wonder if all the egos are trying to date Sandra or something. Again, I might be looking way too far into it but...there’s so many references. So many things that are said that seems to tie in with the egos. 

Also this is quite honestly scary..and confusing

A knife? Idc if it belongs to Jack, some new weird character, Chase, or any of the other egos, BUT THAT CAN’T BE GOOD! KNIFEY PLUS ANTI EQUALS DISASTER. THERE SHOULD BE NO KNIVES ALLOWED NEAR HIM. OR ANY OTHER WEAPONS FOR THAT MATTER. HE DOESN’T NEED AN UPGRADE!

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MARVIN

Can I cry? I was thinking, “Oh this boi’s just ..he’s mmm pushing my limits.” 

Nope...nope, upon further investigation...I notice there is a mask in the background...which I did not notice at first...and I was like,

“Okay, yep alright, okie dokie. Nice decor.” NOPE It’s our lil magician and now I’m afraid. 

YOU MESS WITH SCHNEEPLE? SHAME ON YOU! 

YOU MESS WITH CHASE? HOW COULD YOU! 

YOU MESS WITH MARVIN? OKAY YOU ARE NOW OFFICIALLY THAT GUY!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJEvhi2OlEY

I AIIIIIIIIIINTTTTTTTTTTTTTT HAVIN’ THAT SHIT! 

Also side note, I know this is fake...but I’m imaging all the egos breaking in their home and Signe just sees them run to Sean’s recording/gameroom and just shrugs and sips more tea. Like she’s at the point where she’s seen it all, she’s use to it. 

A German doctor stealing their coffee? She just shrugs it off. 

A glitchy virus on her computer, trying to scare her? She erases it nonchalantly. 

A childish superhero running around and jumping in their bed? She pets his hair and continues to read her books.

 A magician that keeps trying to pickpocket her? She just whacks him and continues on with what she’s doing. 

Grey shirt dude who has cups and teabags scattered everywhere? Hey, as long as he cleans up his mess she doesn’t care. 

A fancy dressed man who observes all these weird devices called “technoology.”? A bit of an odd fellow, but he does make her laugh.