So, Anti has returned after being gone for some time. Personally, he is a rather good partner in crime. How do you feel about his returning presence in the manor Darky?
Darkiplier sat in his bleak desk, surrounded by the occasional groan of steam, the shifting of the foundation, the rumbling of dimensions far above his head, remaining like a fixed statue to his seat. The light of a screen illuminated up against his cheeks, the hologram of what appeared to be Antisepticeye’s face passing swiftly, flicking between pictures and twitches. Like a television it sat in front of him, the size of a tablet hovering before his face. His fingers dug rougher into the skin of his jaw, his stare refusing to break ahead of him. It hardly did even as the damsel made their appearance known, a mere glance in her direction gave him enough detail of her satisfaction, before wiring his stare back to the screen, the flashes of a bloodied neck and jarring grin digging like a headache into his brain.
“I feel as anyone else might feel because of his return. The glitching weasel has the capability to put anyone on edge.”
He didn’t bother removing his place from the chair, merely scritching a finger against the stubble along his jaw. His gruff voice came dryly from him, unresponsive to the attentions of such a vixen.
“I’m merely annoyed that his jovial and meaningless actions have once again sparked such a frenzy. The boy arrives to the public for mere moments to once again seize his fame before skittering back into the shadows.”
