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Egotober Day 10 - Come Closer

Welp this is the first day I actually post something for Egotober when I told myself I would try to do them all this year but my mental health hasn’t been the best and I couldn’t sit still long enough to actually write anything. I do have a long ass draft for day 1 of Egotober and the story is barely at the halfway point so I’ll post that once it’s finished, but until then I couldn’t let Anti’s Birthday pass without some kind of celebration

Anti was bored. This wasn’t news in itself, Anti was quite often bored, but today more than ever. It was his birthday, you see, and he thought his puppets would have at least made something nice for him. The ones on the Internet had; the JSE tag was flooded with fanart and posts about him, and that made him feel better for a bit and he killed a bit of time going through it but he could only stomach pictures of him and the other egos as a wholesome family for so long before he wanted to find them and rip them apart piece by piece. Whether “them” meant the artist or his so-called family, even he wasn’t 100% sure.

Anti got up from the couch in search for something to do. Maybe today he’d go visit Chase and finally make a puppet out of him, or maybe he’d visit the failed magician on his way to ‘checking’ on Jack to make sure he’d stay asleep. Speaking of, if he wanted to get there between the two rounds of nurses he should get going now. He got to the hospital in time and noticed Chase asleep in the chair next to Jack’s bed, exhaustion clear on his face. Good. This would make him easier to break. Jack’s vitals were stable, so Anti just had to add a bit of his blood in Jack’s IV to keep him asleep and leave the hospital, careful not to get caught on the way out. He looked too much like Jack and Chase not to get odd looks or - even worse - get mistaken for one of them.

On his way back from the hospital, Anti had some time to think. He did look exactly like Jack and Chase, which meant he could easily pass off as one of them, especially in front of people who didn’t know he existed. Which meant the Brody’s family, especially the kids. Anti had heard of the divorce and the fact that chase wasn’t allowed to see his kids anymore unless in the presence of his lawyer, but he also knew that Chase was known to many as a reliable, if goofy, father and he didn’t think it would take too much convincing for the school to relinquish custody of the children to him if Anti went there passing as Chase. That was the perfect way to get Chase to surrender to him. As predicted, it only took a smile and teary eyes to get the kids away from school. They all piled into Chase’s car and Anti drove them off.

It took Chase almost three days to find them, and Anti wasn’t even hiding them that well. That man could be such a mess at times. By then the kids were huddled in fear in a corner of the room, clinging to each other like they would a landline. Anti was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, sharpening his knife and whistling a song when Chase barged into the room. Before Chase could make any demands, Anti sent the knife flying towards him. Chase only had enough time to dodge, and once on the ground, he lunged at his kids, trying to protect them from any more of Anti’s knives. It was only when he turned to face Anti that he realized the other man was gone, leaving him alone in the shed with his two kids, cowering in fear at the sight of him. When he went to hug and reassure them, the kids only recoiled further away from him, and he understood. Anti hadn’t just kidnapped the kids, he’d made them think Chase was responsible for it. He had succeeded where Stacy had failed, and now his flesh and blood were afraid of him.

“Baby, come here, come closer, daddy loves you, honey, please”

It took Chase less than a week before he came back, begging Anti to give him his kids back. When Anti asked what he would give, Chase answered a simple “Everything” that had Anti smiling maniacally. He was finally ready to be broken. What a perfect - albeit a bit belated - birthday present.

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Masquerade ball

Moodboard

In most ways Anti was the total opposite of Jack: murderous, sadistic and with a complete disregard for human life. But, as much as it pained him to admit it, they were also similar in some instances: they looked like each other (a side effect of being someone’s evil twin) and they were both in love with Signe Hansen. Well, in the same way that Signe was in love with Seàn. While Jack loved the sweet and caring Wiishu, Anti had fallen in love with the damaged and crazy Darkiishu - that he called Ish for short because Dark was already picked. The best part of it all was that Ish loved him as well. Together they formed the perfect couple, twisted and slaying in more ways than one.

They got together during one of Darkipkier’s famous parties, where all egos were invited, no matter how irrelevant they were.

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This particular party was a masquerade ball, and for once Anti wore something other than ripped jeans and a black shirt. Admittedly it was because he’d lost and bet to Dark but still. He wore one of Dark’s suits, tailored so that it would fit him, completed with a green tie. It was not really comfortable with the wound on his neck still being open but it was part of the deal.

All of Dark’s parties were fancy. The ego lived in a manor, dark and gloomy and still somewhat welcoming. As not all the egos invited were in the same mindset as Dark, Anti or Infelix, there had to be an unspoken rule that no one was to be harmed while the music was still playing. This had led to some egos sabotaging the sound system in an attempt to kill one of the guests, but each time Dark had been here to stop it happening. As the theme for this party was masquerade, masks were provided for those who didn’t have one, while egos like Marvin or Cry who already had one were allowed to keep theirs.

Anti had picked one that covered both of his eyes as well as half of his face. This way no one would recognize him. They would know he was one of Seàn’s egos of course, because there was no way he could hide his hair even if he wanted to, but with the suit hiding his neck they wouldn’t know he was Anti. Besides, no one was expecting him to show up dressed in a suit.

When he entered the ballroom, the first person Anti noticed was Ish at the drink table, conversing with one of Ethan’s egos; the second was Dark, alone in one of the corners, making sure everyone was playing nice. He went to his friend first.

“I see you filled your part of the bet. You look good in a suit.” Dark greeted him.

“I always look good according to you. That doesn’t help me in the slightest.” Anti grumbled. He liked getting compliments, but Dark was getting redundant.

“Maybe you’d like me to ask someone else then? Have you seen Ish yet?” Dark was well aware of Anti’s crush on Darkiishu and would never miss an opportunity to taunt Anti.

“Saw her when I came in but haven’t talked to her yet. She looks gorgeous.”

“She always looks good according to you.” Dark parroted back with a laugh. “You should go ask her to dance with you.”

“I should but I’m probably not going to” Anti shrugged. It was not the first party he’d attended that Ish attended to but he’d never been brave enough to approach her more than a friendly chat. Another way he and Jack differed - at least the Youtuber had the balls to ask Wiishu out - and for once Anti would like to be more like him.

“You’re going to dance with her if I have any say in this.”

Dark is once again playing matchmaker in this relationship and he’s fucking done with his friend being dumb. He swears to himself that if by tomorrow they haven’t at least made out he’ll take matter into his own hand and he knows that Anti is not going to like it.

“Good thing you don’t have a say in this then,” Anti laughs.

“Like hell I don’t. This is my party and I’m telling you neither you nor Ish are leaving this house until you admit your feelings to her.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t. Now go.” Dark made a shooing motion with his hands.

Anti went. When Dark really wanted something he managed to get it. Even if it was getting his friend to do something.

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Anti didn’t approach Ish until later that night, when he was sure he would not be suspicious. He also took the time to admire her. She was wearing a long, dark dress, sleeveless but with long gloves, and her mask was barely covering her face. Anti had never seen anyone so pretty but then again he was very biased when it came to Ish.

He bowed down to her, offering his hand.

“Would you do me the honor of offering me this dance?”

“With pleasure.” She let herself be led to the dance floor as a new song started playing. Anti took one of her hands in his, putting his other on her hips and they started dancing.

They danced in silence for a few songs, until Ish declared that she was tired and would like to take a walk outside.

They exited the ballroom arm in arm and found themselves in the patio, where a few other couples were discussing quietly. Ish leaned over the balcony, admiring the view of the city in the night. Anti stayed two steps behind, arms folded in his back.

“You should come see this, Anti. The garden is really beautiful during the night.”

Anti leaned against the balcony next to her. The garden really was beautiful.

“How did you know it was me? I could have been any of Seàn’s egos.”

“Marvin and Jackie kept their usual masks, Chase kept his cap, Robbie has purple hair and the doc always smells like a hospital,” she listed matter-of-factly. “That left you or Jack. And Jack is too preoccupied by Wiishu to come talk to me. Besides, you were glitching when you were talking to Dark.” She added with a smirk.

The only thing that stood up to Anti was that she’d noticed him earlier. She had paid attention to him. That was a good sign.

They stayed in silence for a while, admiring the view. Their hands were only inches away, and Anti desperately wanted to hold her hand. He was gathering the courage to do so when she turned to him.

“So tell me Anti, how come you’re wearing a tux today? You usually show up to Dark’s parties in jeans and a t-shirt” she looked him up and down, and Anti, for the first time in his life, felt self conscious.

“It’s Dark’s fault actually. I lost a bet and his punishment was to have me wear a tux. You can blame him.”

She hummed.

“I don’t think I will. Is it one of his? It suits you well, no pun intended.”

“Yeah it’s hum… It’s one of his. He had it tailored to fit me.”

“He spoils you too much. Then again he always loved to see you in his clothes.”

Anti wondered what this meant but he remained silent.

“Thanks for the dance by the way. It was getting boring. I first know you could dance that well.” Ish said when she found the silence to be too long.

“You can thank Dark for that. He’s the one who insisted that I learn. Told me it’d help me get girls.” Anti laughed, moving just a bit closer.

“Well he was right.” Her hand went to his face, gently taking his mask off. Her face was so close that Anti could feel her breath on his lips. He really wanted to kiss her, and there was nothing stopping him so he did, brushing her lips with his, barely kissing her. Before he could apologise, Ish crashed her lips against his, fully kissing him. Anti’s hands went to her hips, pressing her against him.

Her lips were soft against his, and her could taste the cocktail she had had earlier. They were moving in sync, bodies slotted together perfectly. Ish parted her lips, and invitation for Anti. They kept kissing for some time until they had to part for air. Anti buried his face in the crook of Ish’s neck, breathing her in.

“Dark was right. You really are a good kisser.” Ish said.

“Can we not talk about Dark right now?” Anti grumbled, taking her hand and leading her back inside. Instead of going back into the ballroom, they went upstairs, to the bedrooms. At least there they wouldn’t be bothered. When they were walking up the stairs, Anti locked eyes with Dark, still in the ballroom. Dark winked, raising his glass in a silent congratulation.

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I should preface this by saying this is not proofread at all and my friends are pressuring me to go out with them because it’s my birthday. I’m sorry for any and all mistakes. Enjoy

Moodboard

Dark’s favourite nights were always the ones with a full moon. Not for any kind of weird magic reasons, simply for the fact that he liked the way the moon shone through the city. Every puddle seemed to glisten an argent light, and for once, he felt at peace. Anti was usually tagging along during nights like this, but today he’d decided that he had other plans and stayed at home. This left Dark alone lurking in the illuminated streets, searching for his next victim. He still didn’t know if he’d kill them on the spot or if he’d bring them back home but he still had time. He decided on the thirteenth person he’d meet, a random number for a random murder. He wandered the streets for a long time, crossing path with only a few people. Dark was close to just pick the next person coming his way when he noticed a group of young adults coming his way. they were seven. Perfect, that would bring the count to twelve. the next person he’d meet would be his victim. dark was pleased with this turn of events. Fate was working with him.

The next person turned out to be two women, laughing and not walking straight. They seemed wasted enough that they wouldn’t have any recollection of the night, and people must have known they were going out. Women this age didn’t plan a night out without telling all their friends about it. They seemed old enough not to be afraid of him. That was sometimes the problem. Young girls were wary of every man they met while older women didn’t see themselves as victims anymore. This only made them more vulnerable. When the women were only fifteen feet from him, dark pulled a cigarette from his pockets, making a show of looking for his lighter. When he passed them, he politely asked for a lighter. While one of them searched her bag, the other was not-so-subtly checking Dark out. The rest happened in a flash. Dark was suddenly behind the women, grabbing them by the collar and disappearing. The only thing left on the pavement was a lighter, shining as the light from the moon landed on it.

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They all appeared in a forest, far from the city they were in only moments ago. The women were dizzy from the teleportation which, added to the fact that they were already drunk from their night out made them puke. Dark chuckled quietly, watching them from afar. Now, they were going to panic, wondering how they’d ended up so far from the city. Even their inhibited brains knew that there was something weird going on. Dark calmly picked up his phone, calling his associate.

“Hey Anti. I’ve got two women here with me. Well, they’ve run off to somewhere but I’m sure we’ll find them. Care for a little hunt?”

“I have things to do, you know.”

“So you told me. Will you come?” Dark knew Anti would. He liked the hunt too much to resist.

“I will. Send me your coordinates.”

“Let the hunt begin” grinned Dark.

“Let the hunt begin” echoed Anti.

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Moodboard

“Dark, I’ve got a bad news for you.” Was the first thing Anti told his partner when he entered their bedroom.

“What did you do this time, Anti?” the other demon sighed.

“It’s not me for once. Doc – your doc – said that Mark was in bad shape. Dunno what happened but apparently it’s a pretty big deal seeing as every other ego is in panic mode.” Anti plopped down in the armchair, his legs dangling over the armrest.

“What else did he say?” Dark put down his book, giving Anti his full attention.

“That I should tell you and if I saw any of the other egos I should tell them too. Why’s that so important? Aren’t you, like, not him?”

“We may not possess him in the typical demon fashion, but we are still linked to his vital energy. If he dies, we will follow shortly after. With the size of the community he has some of us might even survive for a year, but eventually we will return to where we once were.”

“That means if he dies you’ll leave me?” Anti sounded hurt by the thought of it.

“Not of my own accord, and as I am the ego people know most about, I will probably survive longer than, say, Jim and Jim but still. If Mark dies, I will die too.”

They stayed silent after that. Dark picked up his book again and read. Anti stayed in the armchair, thinking. He had to find a way to save Mark. If Dr. Iplier couldn’t help, maybe Schneeplestein could.

Unfortunately, Schneeplestein was already helping his colleague and even the both of them couldn’t find the reason for Mark’s illness. They tried for days to find a cure but to no avail. Mark had trouble sleeping; he couldn’t even find it in himself to go record videos for his YouTube channel. Mark was declared too ill to stay at home and thus spent the next week in the doctors’ ward, forbidden to leave his room.

Meanwhile, Anti was doing everything he could to help Mark on his end. This mostly consisted of researches on the net, all unsuccessful. Until one day he stumbled across an article that shone light on everything. Dropping his laptop, Anti took a jacket and left the house.

When he arrived at the doctors’ ward, he found Mark alone, asleep in his room. He’d been sleeping a lot lately, a huge contrast to the days before when he was barely getting an hour of sleep each night. He didn’t bother to slow the door down when he closed it, and the thud woke Mark up.

“Anti? What are you doing here?” he asked groggily.

“I know what’s happening with you. You’re not dying, you just have depression. So just ask the doctors some antidepressants and you’ll be okay. You’re not dying, you’re just giving up.”

“If it was that easy I’d be back on my feet dumbass. The docs are doing what they can. I’m doing better though so I’ll be back in a few weeks.”

“Fine. Just hurry up.” Anti moved to leave but was interrupted.

“Why do you care if I die? Since when do you worry about me?”

“It’s not about you. I do it for him.” With these words Anti left the room.

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Moodboard

Schneeplestein knew he would never be a good doctor. Enough people had already told him that. He was too eccentric for people to want to work with him and without a good team his work as a doctor would be. Yet, lying on the table was a friend of his who’d tried to commit suicide after his wife divorced, taking his kids with her. He had to grind a way to save him. Chase was currently brain dead but his heart was still working. All Schneeplestein had to do was to fix his friend’s brain. He’d graduated from Doctor College goddammit he could do it!

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Chase wasn’t dead per se. He could still hear what was happening around him, but in a distorted way. He could understand that Schneeplestein was trying to save him but he didn’t want him to. He was a failure that didn’t deserve to be saved. He’d failed his family, his kids, he didn’t deserve salvation. Schneeplestein was shouting something but he couldn’t make out what exactly. He felt a scalpel pierce his skin but he couldn’t feel any pain. It was as if he was in a dream, where he knew things were happening to him but he had no control over anything.

—————-

Schneeplestein had managed to obtain a brain for Chase and was in the process of putting him back together. He figured he really was lucky to get a brain on the day he needed it the most. He didn’t know where the brain was from, but maybe he should’ve been more careful.

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When Chase woke up an hour after his surgery, he felt something was wrong. His body didn’t feel like his own. “Why am I still alive?” he wondered aloud. He was pretty sure he’d killed himself with no intention of coming back.

“Because I needed you” the answer came from inside his head. Chase panicked. Who was this voice, what did it wanted? And most importantly what was it doing inside his head?

“My name is Antisepticeye but you can call me Anti. I’m here to help you out. I can make you powerful, more powerful than ever. You’ll even be able to see your kinds again. All I ask in exchange is your body. I want to be able to use it from time to time. What do you say Chase, do you accept?”

Chase thought about it for a moment. The offer seemed tempting. Anything to see his kids again. He agreed and immediately blacked out.

When he woke up he felt stronger, more powerful than he’d ever felt. As an experiment he fetched his nerf gun from his bedside table and shot a few times, aiming at specific places in the room. For the first time in years he didn’t miss a single shot. That was his chance! With that he could make a wonderful comeback on YouTube. He wouldn’t be just Bro Average anymore. He’d be Bro Perfect. It was only when he heard the voice in the back of his head that he remembered the deal he’d made with Anti; but at the moment he didn’t care. He only wanted to see his kids again. Unfortunately, someone had a different idea. Chase could hear ringing in his ears, gradually becoming louder and louder until it was unbearable. Chase fell to his knees, hands protecting his ears in a futile attempt to stop the sound to no avail. After only a minute Chase passed out.

When Chase got up again, his eyes had a green glow and his teeth were sharp. From then on, he was going to be known as Anti, a monster brought to life with the help of Doctor Schneeplestein.

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Hey guys!

So, for the first time I’ve decided to try my hand at one of those “one prompt a day” kind of things. This one is Egotober, created by @ego-surveillance-squad, based on egos from @therealjacksepticeye, @markiplier and @crankgameplays (which I may do only one prompt about but still). I have decided to write a little story of about 500 words each. Alongside the stories there will be moodboards, also posted on this blog.

This first story is not that creepy, I have to admit but I still kinda like it so here you go!

Moodboard

The idea at the heart of it was quite simple: a pumpkin carving video that would end up having Antisepticeye, his evil alter ego in it. Jack had no actual script, but he knew how the idea was going to go. While he carved the pumpkin, he pretended that he was hearing things, noises from somewhere in his house. It was all a game, of course and he could hear nothing but he knew Robin would edit them in later. After he finished carving the pumpkin, he went and changed. He put in his gauges, and started acting crazy. He wasn’t Jacksepticeye anymore, he was Antisepticeye. Playing Anti was weird, but he’d gotten used to it during the month of October. The grand final, of course, was when Anti “killed” Jack by cutting his throat. This was messy and hard to keep realistic. But he did it and once the video was recorded he sent all the files to Robin and waited. He knew his friend would make an amazing video out of it.

On October 31st the video was uploaded. As it was the first video of the day, Jack decided to leave his community hanging and didn’t post his second video at the time he usually did, instead waiting a few hours to make it look like he was actually dead. And it worked and the community loved the video and Jack loved the enthusiasm that cane with making an Anti video.

In the following months, Anti became one of the favourite egos of the community. He was being drawn by everyone, and there were a lot of theories about him.

Jack thought that he should keep him in mind next time he wanted to mess with the community.

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Fact of the fic: my brother’s name is Yann so writing this fic was weird when I imagined my 13-years old brother as Yandere… But this was fun to write. Yandere/Anti is now my brotp. I feel like they would bond over knives or something. Yan would see Anti as a father figure (I hc Yan as something like 16/17 years old). Anyway, enjoy!

Moodboard

Yandere was thrilled because he’d received his first knife for his birthday. It was a beautiful knife, crafted specially for him. Sure it was a bit small but it was beautiful, and - most importantly - discreet enough that he could bring it to school with him. He couldn’t do anything at school right now as his last victim had only been a few days ago. Fortunately no one suspected him so he knew he could go back to killing anyone who so much as dared to look in Senpai’s direction.

Yandere was happy that all the egos had gathered for his birthday but he was sad that one person in particular couldn’t make it. Well two, actually but he was too shy to ask Senpai to his birthday. The person he thought would show up but didn’t was Anti. Yan had always liked him, he was one of the only Jack’s egos that Yan could stand. Unfortunately, Anti was in England right now and couldn’t make it to Yan’s birthday party.

After the gift came the cake and damn, did the egos outdid themselves! The cake was almost three feet high and covered in a frosting that made it look like it was covered with blood. Yandere was wondering how they were going to eat it all before it went to waste when the cake exploded and Anti came out with a big smile on his face. Yan squeaked and ran to his friend, hugging him. Anti was a bit surprised but he let himself be hugged; he wasn’t used to hugs but Yan had always been an exception.

“Anti! I’m so happy that you’re here! I thought you couldn’t come?” the red-haired boy exclaimed once he’s let go of the other man.

“Well I may have only said that to surprise you. Did it work?” Anti had a smug grin on his face. He was really happy he got to see his friends again.

“Did it work? Oh man you being here is the best gift of all!”

“Good because I didn’t bring any gift with me.”

Yan was intrigued. anti had always brought him a personal gift, even when he’d participate in the group gift.

“It’s okay you know. You being here is already more than I thought I’d have.” he lied. Having Anti here was indeed a good gift but he thought his friend would’ve actually gotten him something.

Anti knew that his friend was disappointed. And he had every right to be. Anti did show up to his birthday party without any present, didn’t he? No, of course he didn’t. It’s just that Anti’s gift was not a material gift.

“While may not have a gift for you, I do have something planned for us. so let’s go grab some cake and then the real fun begins.”

Yandere was intrigued as to what Anti had in store but he was excited. The more time he could spend with Anti the happier he was. They had to wait for a bit, though because they still hadn’t had any cake and Anti wanted to talk to some of the egos before leaving.

After about an hour, once everybody was full of cake, Anti and Yan took their leave. On the way out, Anti made sure to take Yan’s new knife with them.

“I did some research on my way here. I have a name and an address, we can go there and pay them a visit tonight.”

“What kind of visit are we talking about here?” Anti had a lot of very different ways of paying someone a visit depending on the person they were visiting.

“They liked a dozen of Senpai’s pictures on Instagram in the last twenty four hours,” explained Anti matter-of-factly.

“Oh. This kind of visit.” Yan smiled. Anti always had the best gifts for him.

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I’m sorry this post is all in one block but I’m on mobile now and I can’t change it. Should be fixed when I wake up [Edit: it’s fixed! Took me less time than I expected]. It’s 12:03 here so I guess I missed a day of Egotober but I was busy with uni (and also going rock climbing with friends). But hey, as we’re the 10th, Happy Birthday Anti!

Moodboard

Google had enough of all of them. He had been brought to life for one reason and it was not to hear the other egos bickering about whatever the hell they were bickering about at the moment. He got up, not caring of they called after him and left the room. When he arrived in his room, he plugged himself on the charger and noticed he had a new upgrade. And a message from the “high ups” informing him that he was to receive an assistant. Great. That meant the project was still in motion. Before he installed the upgrade, he acknowledged the message.

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Once the upgrade was finished, Google regained consciousness he realized that he was no longer alone. While he was shut down, another android had materialized in the room, the size of a child, dressed like him in a blue shirt and jeans, except his shirt had an “E” instead if a “G” on it. Humans would think he’s his child. Google almost questioned why they would send him a child as a partner in his mission, but he was not programmed for this kind of thoughts. The “child” looked up at him. Google was his superior, he couldn’t speak unless Google told him to. At least that’s what Google thought. That’s what he’d been programed as. But of the android had to pose as a child, he had to act like one.

“What’s your name? Why do you look like me? Where are we?” The young android even had a child’s voice.

“My name is Google, or Googleplier as they call me here. I look like you because we have been created by the same people, on the same model. And we’re in the house with the egos. You’ll meet them eventually. What’s your name?”

“They told me I am Internet Explorer. They also said you’d call me ‘Ely’. And also to remind you of your secondary objective. What’s your secondary objective? And what’s the first?”

“Primary objective is to answer questions as fast as possible. Secondary objective is to destroy mankind. But I do not think you’re efficient enough for the primary objective.”

“Why not? I am like you aren’t I? I should do the same things as you do.”

“You’re Internet Explorer, kiddo. You’re not exactly known for your efficiency.”

“Why couldn’t they make me more like you?”

“I don’t know, Ely, said  why don’t you ask them?”

“Because I can’t. They said I was not allowed to.” the kid seemed sad at the thought. There was nothing Google could do about it so he did nothing.

“Come on Ely you’re going to help me achieve our second objective.”

Google left the room, assuming that Ely would follow

The young android kept asking questions during the trip.

“But why? Why didn’t they made me good like you?” Ely was pouting now, in typical kid fashion. Google was already tired of him and he’d only known him for ten minutes. He wondered if Ely’s presence was their way of punishing him for not pursuing their objective. It probably was.

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For the entirety of the trip Ely would ask questions about everything that they’d encounter. As Google’s primary objective was to answer them, he did, liking the kid less and less as he was forced to gather his resources for dumb questions.

It only took Ely an hour to finally wear Google out. He’d asked one more dumb question - how can birds fly and not humans? - and Google had shut down.

Ely stopped once he saw Google shutting down. He pushed a button on his arm and was sent back to HQ. His mission was completed.