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Dark Comfort

After seeing all of you sending in asks about comforting Dark after seeing/hearing about WKM. So, I thought I’d spread some love. After reading this ask, I wanted to write a small thing about it

You were away on a holiday. Somewhere Dark knew there wasn’t any internet and barely any service. He had once been concerned about that aspect. Being unable to contact him if something happened, or talk to him in general. But as of now, with what that idiot had posted on his channel, Darkiplier was more than relieved you had no access to the network.  Dark spent his time sorting through his emotions. The empty house seemed to echo with the voices in his head. He knew it wasn’t healthy, staying still, spinning the cane between his fingers. But you had made this a home, for the both of you. He felt safe here. And Dark would never admit it, but he was scared of his emotions. Reliving that nightmare had caused a ripple in his mind, releasing those feelings of betrayal and misery. Dark needed you. But you weren’t home for another day.

On the morning you came back, Dark had barely moved from his spot on the end of the bed. His mind racing with how to explain himself to you. How to even begin telling you about what he did and how it all came together.  When he saw your car pull up he was already moving towards the front door. He reached it just as he hauled your bag inside.  “Hey, sorry I’m late. The traffic-” You grunted with the force of the hug. Dark had yanked you into his chest, arms winding around your like iron cages to hold you against him. You felt the tension in his body. And as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, you knew something awful had happened.  “Dark?” You asked. dropping your bag and curling your arms around his waist. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” 

How could he explain this to you? About what happened to Colonel? To his friend in the mirror? Nothing he could say would let you see him the same way again. 

Dark didn’t know what to say. His shell was splitting just thinking about the videos. You felt the surge of energy, his body flickering and beginning to vibrate the more red and blue that started to show. Frowning, you leaned back enough to look at him. His eyes were down cast, soft in their gaze but no warmth you were use too. Taking his hand, you eased out of his arms and took him to the couch. Where you sat down and Dark collapsed next to you. Almost instantly, his body was pressed against yours.  Curling around your frame with your fingers still tightly intertwined.  “Do you want to talk about it?” You asked, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. He sighed and shook his head. Melting into your hand and leaning against you.  “No. Not yet.” He said and you nodded. Dark then shifted to lay his head in your lap. Still curled against you, like a cat, as he pressed his face against your stomach. His eyes closing as you started to filter your fingers through his hair. Massaging scalp and tickling the back of his neck. You continued this for a while, even started to talk about your trip. Dark said nothing, but you knew he was listening. He was glad you were here to distract him for a time now. The cane was still in the bedroom. Laying on the bed covers, waiting to be revealed to you. Half of Dark wanted to stay quiet. To keep it from you. But he wasn’t so naive to think you would never be exposed to the internet after you returned home. Dark knew you enjoyed Mark’s videos and watched them when he wasn’t around. So you will find out.  Dark sighed heavily and reached over to grip your hand. His eyes widened as you intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing gently.  “There’s something I need to show you.” Dark said in a quiet, but eerily flat tone. “But, I need you to know when it happened, I was… not myself.  I wasn’t the man you know. And it will take alot of explaining.”  Your eyebrows furrowed in worry. What was so bad Dark was hesitating to tell you?  But you nodded and Dark stood. Keeping his hand locked with yours as he led the way into the bedroom. When you stepped inside the room, Dark released your hand and picked up the cane. Turning to you and holding it out for you to see.  “I was not always Darkiplier.” He said. Eyes glued to the object in his hands. “I was once a man named Damien. And…I did something horrible by your mortal standards. I do not regret it. And I need you to understand that my story is a dark one. And you must keep an open mind that I am a being of hate and darkness. I feel nothing after that day. Only vague memories of the emotions that I will share with you.” 

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Pumpkin King

In the spirit of October I wanted to write a little thing for both the Septic and Iplier Egos. And this one came to me just now and I needed to write it for everyone!!

(P.S I’m very tired, so I apologize for mistakes and bad grammar)

“(Y/N)! MARVIN DID A THING!” You hear screams and yells, a couple of grunts and finally a crash as three men burst into your room. Robbie leapt to his feet from his curled up place on the bed when the three started to wrestle on your floor. You weren’t quite sure what was going on but you stepped away from the hustle until  Anti managed to trap both Marvin and Chase under him. They squirmed and cursed, but Anti held them firm by a hand on each of their heads.  “(Y/N), don’t listen to them. They’re fucked up on red cordial.” Anti snarled, his eyes bright green and vicious. Chase managed a swift kick to Anti’s groin and Marvin flashed him with a handful of sparks. The demon bellowed and reared away from the two men, swiping the bright lights from his eyes. Chase and Marvin took this time to scramble away from him and dive behind you.  “Anti has gone too far! Dark is going to murder us all!” Chase whimpered and Marvin nodded.  “He used my Magic to bewitch Darkiplier! We’re all doomed!” Marvin screeched and you turned to calm them both. Trying to get a coherent sentence out of the two, when Anti shook his head and came around with a growl.  “It was a harmless joke. He ain’t gonna know.”  “Not going to know?” Chase shrieked. He looked paler than Robbie and his eyes were like saucepans. “You fudging turned Dark into a vegetable!”  “Whoa, what?” You quickly cut in. “Time out. What happened? Explain. Now!”  Marvin turned his face away from your stony glare, fidgeting with his cloak pin and Chase bit his lip. Looking to Anti and then to Marvin. Neither seemed to want to be the one to talk and be the centre of your anger. Both glanced at Anti, who rolled his eyes and snatched your elbow, tugging you behind him through the house and into the basement. He didn’t let go until you were in front of a table. The same one you got Anti to bring down so you could carve pumpkins with Robbie. There was a simple large pumpkin in the centre of said table. The face carved into was rather frightening with the added red glow behind the eyes. Next to the vegetable was a Oujia Board and a circle of candles, something you didn’t much like the look of. 

“Um, what does this have to do with Dark?” You asked, stepping towards the pumpkin. Only to leap back with the eyes suddenly flared with an even brighter red light. You could have sworn the orange vegetable flickered with colored layers. Anti giggled and skipped up to the table to pat the pumpkin. “This is Dark. Like Boy-Tron here said. I turned Dark into a pumpkin.”  Your eyes went wide and you stared at the flickering vegetable. The red inside it was bright and angry.  “You weren’t kidding? Anti....how did you manage this?” You exclaimed in a shamefully high pitched voice. “Why was Dark here in the first place?”  Anti nodded over at the Oujia Board and candles, just as Marvin and Chase peeked down into the basement. “We summoned him. To be honest, lass, we didn’t know it would work until he was standing on the table looking like a fish out of water. Apparently forcibly summoning a demon takes a bit of energy out of them.” Anti seemed quite happy about this discovery and you could have sworn the pumpkin was now shaking and making quiet howling sounds. You quickly stepped up to Anti and eased him away from the screaming pumpkin.  “You didn’t answer my first question.” You pointed out and Anti shrugged, pulling out a half empty vial of glowing orange gloop.  “With this. Stole it from Marvin’s room. No idea what it did till fuck-face showed up. ‘Thought it was the best time to do a little experimenting.” Anti giggled and the pumpkin literally jerked on the table. Like someone had kicked it from the inside.  You didn’t know where to begin with scolding Anti. The stealing? Or turning Dark into a vegetable? Instead you threw your hands up and marched towards the stairs.  “Marvin get your butt down here and fix this!” You yelled and you heard the magician sigh as he slumped down the stairs. With his head hanging and how his gaze didn’t lift from the floor; you already knew what he was going to before he opened his mouth.  “I don’t know how too.”  The pumpkin jumped maybe two feet in the air before crashing down on the table again. It’s whole surface was splitting into two layers.  “Well, try.” You coaxed Marvin, pushing him towards the table. “You made that pumpkin goop you can create an antidote.”  Marvin shook his head, not daring to go near the dancing pumpkin. “It took me two months to create that elixir. An antidote may take even longer! There’s too many variables too-” The pumpkin shook again and you gasped as a crack formed under the carved out eye. Dark’s anger was filling the room with a crushing pressure. It was already beginning to give you a migraine. Anti laughed and knocked his fist against the pumpkin’s head.  “Calm ya tits, Dark. You’re only stuck as a decaying vegetable. Look, I’ll be nice and put ya out on the porch so you can see all the trick or treaters come and shit their pants. You like that type of stuff right? Come on, lets get you out of-” “No, no, no, no” You quickly charged forward to scoop the glitching pumpkin into your hands. Keeping the glowing side facing away from your body so Dark could still see what was going on. “Ow, Dark, chill! I don’t want to drop you. Look, no one is leaving this house until Dark is himself again.” You stated firmly, slathering the “parental” voice on thick and glaring at the three. “That means, unless this is resolved before tonight, no one is going trick-or-treating.”

There was a chorus of disgruntled “awws” from the three men. But before Anti could start complaining, the back end of the room twisted in on itself and Wilford Warfstache stepped out of the black hole. There was a blast of air as the room returned to normal and the showman flicked his suspenders. As if he didn’t just summon a portal with glowing pink edges.  “Now, before all you lovely candy-pops start howling, I’m here to drag Dark home. I know he’s here. And I also know our little contract about holidays being off limits for clash of the titan wars.” Wilford said as he approached. Both Chase and Marvin stepped back as he stepped forward, but Anti stood his ground and started glitching.  “This ain’t your business, Strawberry.” He hissed and Wilford waggled his mustache under a firm glare.  “I don’t like being here either, Bean-Baby, but alas Darkasparkle’s frustrated cries have brought me here.”  You looked down at the pumpkin and couldn’t help but grin as you turned to hold Dark up to Wilford. To which Wilford twitched up an eyebrow and tilted his head. The pumpkin vibrated in your hands for a moment as silence settled in the basement. Then Wilford’s lips stretched in a large smile and his chest started bouncing in a loud laugh that echoed throughout the room.  “Oh deary, Dark, what have you gotten yourself into now, hmm?” Wilford chuckled and the pumpkin shimmered in your hand. Making it difficult to hold onto. “Alright, alright, don’t get your lacey-panties in a twist.” Wilford took the pumpkin from your hands and placed it on the floor in front of him. Everyone instinctively stepped back as Wilford’s pink hair started to glow with a neon light. It shined brightly enough that you were forced to look away. It was only when you heard a loud, rumbling roar and Anti’s loud static like laugh did you dare look back. The scene in front of you made your jaw drop and clap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing.  Dark had Anti by the throat, pinned off his feet against the wall and his body was layered with red and blue. Anti, red in the face and squirming, was cackling manically as Dark started to growl through a carved mouth.  “You better pray I don’t find you after Halloween, vermin. Or else I’m going to string you up for next years decorations.” Dark threw Anti across the room. His body crashed into the table and flipped it. Breaking the wooden surface and scattering the candles in all directions. Anti’s giggles were still heard from under the splintered remains.  The pumpkin gaze swiveled onto you and you froze in place. The red glow in the pumpkin’s head simmered and Dark’s voice rang out through the veggie teeth. It was a growl, full of anger and hate, but not entirely directed at you. “You do not want to be in this house when this holiday is over, (y/n). Find yourself a place to stay for a few days.” You could only nod. Keeping your mouth covered to hide the smile as Dark, with his pumpkin head, turned and climbed the stairs to exit the basement. You glanced at Wilford, who was nibbling his lip and making a loud whistle-like exhale as he said. “Well..... I think I’ll be sleeping with a locked door and possibly a room full of lasers tonight.”  “You mean you didn’t purposefully do that?” You gasped and Wilford shook his head. Looking flabbergasted.  “I tried to warp his body back to the way it was before he turned veggie. I must have missed something.” Wilford grumbled and Anti stood, slapping Wilford on the back with a wide, impish grin.  “Wilford, I never knew you had it in you.” 

“WARFSTACHE!” 

Chase and Marvin dived for the furthest corner of the room and even Anti glitched out of the basement as Dark’s heavy foot-falls started storming down the stairs.  “You’re on your own.” Wilford said before disappearing in a twisted vortex of colors. You were the only one left to stand against the burning red gaze of the Pumpkin King. Who towered over you, shadows swirling around him as red and blue outlines flicker and pulled away from him. 

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How You Interact: Dating Yandereplier

Fic Request:  “ yanderiplier relationship headcanons”  “If your taking requests would it be ok to ask for another “dating would include” with yandereplier?”

I haven’t done alot on this Ego, so I apologize if I get canon things wrong or it’s off character. Hope you enjoy!

I’d also like to give a big thank you to @tenaciouslovechopshop for helping me with this!!

- Expect a lot of stalking from this Ego. Even after you started dating, Yandere likes to make sure you are constantly protected and that no one can take you from him. 

- That means everyone and everything is a threat. Yan is always armed, and convinces you to have a small dagger of your own for protection. He gives you a few lessons in wielding it. Overly excited and proud that his love can defend themselves. 

- I’d also like to point out that Yanderiplier is trained in martial arts and using all sorts of weapons. So the body on that boy would be amazing! And he’d be covered in scars from previous fights. He’s not nervous about you seeing them, but he will avoid it as long as possible.

-Whenever you speak with someone, Yan is already planning their murder. Making sure to plan it so the kill looked like an accident. If you so much as frown at something they say, Yan is in attack mode. 

- And don’t even try to complain about someone to Yan. Because if he discovers someone has mistreated you, even just something happening accidentally, Yan wants to bring hell on them. 

- You’re not allowed to go into the basement. That’s a huge no-no. It’s the one rule Yan begs you to keep too and the only secret Yanderiplier hides from you. 

- You know it’s bad because Anti will sometimes come knocking on your door and disappears down there. And late at night, when there’s no sound, you could swear you hear murmuring or muffled crying. 

- Despite his clinginess and over-possessiveness. Yan is very sweet. 

- He’ll buy you little trinkets and flowers he saw on his way home and thought of you. Yan get’s rather upset if you don’t wear something he bought you. And gives you the big sad eyes and quiet whimpering until you give in and wear whatever it is. 

- The man is a hugger. There’s no doubt about it that the guy demands cuddles. 

- In the kitchen, he’ll hug you from behind. Resting his cheek on your shoulder as he murmurs to you about everything that happened that day. 

- In the bed, you are forced to be the little spoon. No matter how big or dominant you are. You are the little spoon and Yan has his arms tightly wrapped around you.

- When it comes to the more intimate moments in bed, Yanderiplier is all about your pleasure. He’ll spend hours on your body, making sure you are satisfied and covered in sweat afterwards. 

- He’s always up for experimenting. As long as you don’t try to bring in another person, Yan will eagerly try to please you in any way. 

- But when you turn the tables and focus on him; he’s very blushy and stuttering. Just seeing you work on him is enough to send him into a frenzy. He’ll be thanking you over and over and complimenting you in a husked tone. 

- After care is all about cuddles and soft kisses. You’re both too lazy and tuckered out to do anything else but hold each other.  

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Rage Quit

Fic Request:  “How about an angst fic with a fem reader and Anti where the reader witnesses one of Anti’s complete meltdown/glitchouts for the first time and tries to help him, but ends up getting hurt.” 

You’ve never seen him like this. The twitches and maniacal laughter. You’ve seen him frustrated, irritated. Even seen him throw a controller at the TV once. But never before have you seen his scar open and bleed along his pale neck. The glowing gaze, flickering and uneven made your hands shake when you tried to reach out to him.  “Anti…. what’s happening? Talk to me.”  You were met by another wave of static-like laughter as Anti’s head turned to you. Jerking this way and that as his piercing gaze set on you.  “You… shouldn’t be…. here (y/n). Not a good time.” Not even his voice could escape the wildness of his glitching form. It came out like a growl through old speakers. And it terrified you. But you didn’t stand down. You wanted to help!  “Please just tell me what to do.”  “LEAVE!” His shout was loud and made the air shake and buzz with static. The bulb in the kitchen blew out and you yelped as Anti flew past you. A flickering form jerking and jittering across the room. “Leave…. before I rip your throat out.”  His smile was unsettling. You couldn’t keep his gaze set with yours, it hurt too much to look at him.  “Anti, I can help! Just tell me what happened.” You persisted, but it only made things worse.  Anti bellowed and his arm swept across the coffee-table, discarding it’s contents to the floor. And then he kicked the wooden object. It splintered upon impact with the TV and you screamed as sparks flew everywhere. 

“You fucking can’t help. Leave! You’re making it worse!” Anti’s whole body dispersed for a moment before flickering back into existence. This happened more often as Anti grew more irritated. His hands yanked and tore at his hair. His teeth set in a silent snarl, the sound audible in static snipets.  You moved forward and Anti’s eyes flashed, his voice rang out as he tried to stop you with a string of curses, but he wasn’t fast enough to stop your hand from touching him.  You flew back from a blast of green sparks and a ripple of Anti’s crazed laughter. You struck the wall with a cry and collapsed to the ground. Anti was still cackling as you tried to sit up. His grin wide and wicked.  “I-I tol-ld you, b-bitch. You-u ca-an’t help-p me!” His voice was almost inhuman now. Glitching in places with each syllable. You scrambled away when Anti moved forward, shrieking when he stooped down to touch you again. His eyes wide and vicious.  Your foot kicked out and you struck Anti’s nose. He roared and stumbled back, his eyes like green hell-fire when he regained his composure.  “You-u fuck-king s-slut! I’ll f-fucking-g en-nd y-you!” His voice rang out like a clap of thunder. The air was crackling with his energy and you didn’t hesitate to scramble to your feet and sprint towards the front door.  “Y-You c-canno-o-t r-run from m-me!” Anti’s voice followed you out onto the front lawn and you didn’t stop running until you were down the street and around a corner. Your leg had been injured when you were sent flying from Anti. Making running difficult and alot slower than you would have liked. Breathing heavily, you leaned against a metal post and tried to catch your breath. You were shaking, terrified of going back to Anti. What happened to him? Why was he acting like that?  A distorted whistle snapped you from your thoughts and you looked up to see Anti crouching atop the metal pole.  “F-Foun-nd you.” You barely manage to hear him over your own screams as electricity coursed through the metal pole and into your back. You lasted only a few seconds before your brain fell into blackness and you passed out from the pain. 

The next morning was painful. Even turning your head was a struggle and you groaned when you tried to move your hands. You needed water.  “Try not to move. Your body is basically a giant fucking bruise.” A familiar voice said and you forced yourself to look over at Anti, who sat by your bed. His scar was back to normal but the blood was still there. He hadn’t cleaned himself up and it had dried against his skin, peeling away in places in small flakes.  “What happened?” You croaked. Your throat was dry and very tender.  “I fried you, that’s what happened.” Anti hissed. “Beat you to a pulp after you passed out too. From what I remember. You should have fucking left when I told you.”  You moaned again when you tried to sit up and Anti rolled his eyes. He ignored your flinches when he moved forward and helped you sit up. Careful, but it still caused a wave of pain through you. Anti then passed you a glass of water and helped you drink. All the while his face was set in an angered expression.  “Next time I start loosing control like that, do as I say. Don’t try to help me. It only makes it worse.” Anti told you. And you nodded, not wanting to argue with him. Not after seeing him last night. You couldn’t speak, to assure him you were ok. You could see the concern behind the anger. Anti didn’t feel guilt, but you knew his frustration was aimed at him more so than you. He didn’t take precautions and leave when he started feeling unsettled. He stayed near you and that was a terrible decision. 

“I’m gonna go fix up the lounge-room. Call my phone if you need me. Try and rest, you look like shit.” Anti said as he stood. Moving your phone from the bedside table to your hand. He winked and moved out of the room to let you sleep. But you couldn’t sleep. Anti’s crazed gaze was locked in your memory. Whenever you were pulled into sleep, he was there, kicking and punching you. You whimpered, sighing whenever you managed to calm yourself down. This was going to be a long recovery.

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Head-Canons: Count Iplier (Vampire!Mark)

(I wanted to do a head-canon fic so everyone got to know this character better. Hope you enjoy)

- Is pretty much the stereotypical Vampire. No no, to sunlight. Sleeps all day. Doesn’t like silver. He doesn’t like garlic purely because it tastes bad. Very pale but can hide in shadows and move quickly without being seen. Very strong and a very quick sprinter. 

- He’s not one for displaying his Vampiric tendencies (like flashing his fangs, growling or making his eyes glow.) It only happens when he needs to be threatening or hasn’t fed in some time. 

- He’s rather polite, very old fashioned when it comes to speaking with others and interacting with groups of people. He’s very patient and likes others company. But he also likes being alone with books or meditating to better his control over his unholy nature. 

- Those he considers friends are always protected. He’s very considerate and is one of the few Egos that are capable of having friends without using some type of magic or blackmail.

- Count likes to be very clean and presentable. Always wearing nice clothing and he moves with the grace you’d expect from someone like him. 

- His accent is constantly layered with a power to sway others. Similarly to Dark, Count can manipulate others to do his bidding. His voice isn’t the strongest method, but it’s the most subtle. If he wants to make a true slave out of someone, he needs them to hold his gaze for no more than three seconds and his control is embedded in their mind. 

- When he is speaking with someone he doesn’t want under his influence, he will constantly break eye contact. Making sure that they don’t look at one another for too long.

- Those that do become slaves are very Zombie-Like, in the sense they can’t really speak without him using their minds to project a voice. If he gives them an order, they will do everything to make sure it is done. He needs to be very specific in his wording. Or else they will harm themselves and others to complete the task. Or possibly do/retrieve/ say something wrong. 

- When he is done with them, he’ll simply break the connection between them. Like flicking a switch in his head.

- He’ll use this to gain access to people’s houses. Its a dirty trick, but without permission from the owner, Count cannot enter a person’s household. It’s a Vampire legend that he hates, simply because that makes going to parties or gatherings tricky because needs to wait for the host to come and greet and welcome him in.

- Count is always seen with a thick cloak of black. This is another ability he uses, a type of control over a swarm of bats that are always nearby. They are his eyes and ears when they are not clinging to the material. 

- However, when the creatures are attached to the cloak, they become apart of it and Count covers them in a layer of shadows. They are small enough that you cannot see them under the layer, but if you were to lay your hand on the cloak, you can feel them moving a little. 

- Like Vampires in mythology, he can transform into a type of dark mist or fog. He can spread himself out over fields if need be. Or become a fast moving cloud to cover distance quickly. And when he’s feeling like it, Count can become a large black dog or become a bat in his swarm. 

- You can tell the difference between him and other animals by the slight pink/red glow around his pupils.

- When it comes to feeding, he prefers consensual feeding. He’ll swoon or ask someone to allow him to feed from them. He doesn’t like drinking from ones he considers close friends or allies, but if desperate it’s not off the table. 

- Otherwise, Count will use his eye-sight to sway someone to let him feed from them. He’ll drink enough that they won’t feel terribly woozy or nauseous. But they will feel a little bit tired afterwards. 

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Anti’s Little Helper

I don’t know why I never thought of writing this sooner!!  I’ve missed a very important part of the Jacksepticeye community!  SAM! I forgot about little Sam! 

Anti didn’t look up when his dark room suddenly filled with a bright green light.  The little fuck was sneaky he’ll give it that. And quiet too, whenever he zoomed around the place; only making a small whistling sound if he reached a certain speed. And on rare occasions, the green eye made squeaking noises to communicate or get someones attention.  It was one of those rare moments when Septic Sam made a quiet squeak. Becoming louder when Anti didn’t look up from his lap.  He sat cross-legged on his bed. Eyes cast down to the black socks that wrapped around his feet. They were beginning to show holes around his toes.  He wasn’t in a good mood. It was one of the reasons he had locked himself in his room. Stop himself from raging at someone and possibly save another from getting hurt.  Sam flicked Anti’s hair with the tip of his tail. Poking Anti’s head a few times, before zooming away when the man swiped at him.  “Fuck off, septic freak!” Anti snarled. His body already beginning to glitch. “Get out of here before I make you into a paste.”  Sam had retreated to hide under a pile of clothes on the floor. His green glow could be seen through the material, his little iris poking out to regard Anti curiously. The man hissed and the eye fled under the crack of the door. Anti scoffed and returned to staring at his lap. He had to calm himself down before he could go outside again. Jackaboyman was already on his case about exploding at Chase about his trick-shots. And Marvin had only recently turned his hair back from being blue after their fight a few days ago. Anti growled out of irritation. It wasn’t his fault everyone was so fucking annoying. Why didn’t they just leave him alone?  He didn’t need them.

Anti looked up when something slithered under his door. The green ball was back, but his tail was wrapped around something soft and fluffy looking. Sam dropped the object in front of Anti and zoomed to the other side of the room. Watching the man as he reached for the soft thing and picked it up. His eyebrows furrowed at the deep green socks in his hands. They were similar to the ones he was currently wearing. Minus the holes. Anti looked up at Sam, arching an eyebrow. “What’s this meant to do? Cheer me up?” Sam squeaked and zoomed in a loop above Anti’s desk. His glow turning bright enough to light the whole room. “Well, you’ll have to try harder than that, Green Freak.” Anti grumbled. Pulling off his worn out socks and slipping into the new pair. They were a lot warmer than the previous ones. Sam hovered in the air for a moment. Seeming to think. Before his little tail wriggled and he was flying out of the room from under the door again. Anti shook his head. It hadn’t been very long since the little green eye started hanging around the Egos. He was usually with Sean and Signe, making them laugh and curling up on Sean’s lap when he recorded. Anti had been baffled when Sean admitted that piece of information. How did the eye sleep with that blow-horn’s screaming? 

This time, Sam had a little bit of a hard time squeezing himself under the door. He was dragging something bigger and heavier than a pair of socks. The object was rectangular and slipping from Sam’s thin tail grip. He squeaked loudly when the object did manage to fall, but before Sam could retrieve it, Anti’s hand lashed out and caught it. “A phone?” Anti scoffed. “How the hell is a phone gonna-” “Anti?” The man froze at the sound of your voice. His fingers curling around the phone and he glared at the small green eye. Sam twirled in the air and floated down to nudge Anti’s hand. Pushing the phone up to his ear. “Um, (Y/N), hi. What’s up?” Anti managed to get out. To say it was good to hear your voice was an understatement. “Nothing much.” You replied slowly. Anti could hear your confusion. “Um, no offence, but what are you doing on Chase’s phone? He called me and I heard squeaking or something. Are you guys playing a joke?” “No, no!” Anti hurriedly said. “No, Sam called you. I suppose Chase’s phone was the easiest one to find.” Sam dipped and rose in the air. His equivalent of saying ‘yes’.   “Look, sorry, I think he’s trying to cheer me up. And I think he still believes we’re dating.” Anti’s voice dipped in volume at the end. And he felt his mind go numb at the memory of the night you walked out. It hadn’t been pretty. “I’ll just, uh, hang up.”  “Wait! Don’t.” Your voice was frantic. Thick, as if you were fighting back tears. “I miss you. I’m sorry, I was being unreasonable. I just.... freaked out. I didn’t know how bad your glitch-outs were.” 

Anti was quiet for a moment. His hands trembling as he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. You weren’t at fault. It was Anti. He was the monster. The freak. You had tried to help and he returned your kindness by screaming at you. Pushing you away from him. So hard you had hit a wall and hurt yourself.  He saw the burn marks on your shoulder from where he had pushed you. That type of energy wasn’t meant to be used on you. He had hurt you. A part of him was glad you had stormed out. To save you from another attack like that. But there was more of him that wanted to hug you again. To hold you. ”Anti...what happened wasn’t your fault.” Your voice was like a lullaby to him. His mind eased out of the black hole he had so frequently fallen into. “I...I still love you, ok? I’m sorry for all the things I said. I was scared. But I know it wasn’t your fault.” Anti felt something slither over his leg and he looked down to see Sam curl up in the crook of his crossed legs. His tail wrapping around Anti’s thigh as the little green ball gazed up at him. Another soft squeak rippled from the eye and Anti smiled. Stroking the smooth glowing surface with his free hand.  “You have no reason to be sorry.” Anti said softly. “I should have walked away. I knew I was losing control, but... you know how I am.”  You sniffled on the other end and Anti’s heart almost broke at the sound.  “Do you mind if I come over?”  Anti’s smile was broad enough to show his teeth. “Of course not, babe. Hurry over here!”  Anti could feel your smile as you chuckled. God it felt good to hear you laugh.  “I’ll be over soon.” And you hung up.  Anti sighed and threw the phone down on the bed. Patting Sam as he wriggled to get more comfy against his legs.  “You’re not so bad, Sam.” He said and the eye dipped in a little nod.