“Oh how the plot thickens.” The Mer hummed, a smirk gracing his face.
Red and blue eyes watched his fellow Mer swim away, that hat being wrung between anxious and unsure hands. The Mer pulled his gaze away from Chase’s retreating form as he heard the manic giggle. His favorite Mer swam from behind the corals, those bright green eyes settling on Dark’s form.
“Isn’t that Chase Brody?” Anti questioned, “Ex-husband to our favorite rule-breaking Brody?”
Anti twisted his tail around Dark, looking up at the larger of the two with a grin decorating his face. His white canines flashing as he mentioned Stacy. He did rather enjoy teaching her a valuable lesson as to why she shouldn’t cross Dark. The black haired Mer looked down at Anti, quirking a brow at how satisfied the Mer seemed to be.
“That it was. Looks like you have an assistant.” Dark confirmed.
Anti’s expression turned sour, as if pouting as he stared after the space that Chase had taken up in front of Dark. His brows furrowed as he scowled.
“An assistant? I don’t need one of those!” He childishly exclaimed, unraveling himself from around Dark.
“Don’t pout. It's unbecoming of you.” Dark chastised.
“I’ll unbecome my hands around your throat!” Anti huffed, his head frills flaring out in anger.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” Dark taunted, turning away from the angered Mer.
Dark was also so calm. Much calmer than his unhinged ally and partner-in-crime. His taunt seemed to amuse Anti, the green scaled Mer cackling, swimming beside the black-scaled Mer. The two let their tails almost brush against one another, a more favorable sign of just how far their partnership went.
“Did the almighty and scary Dark just crack a joke?” Anti mocked.
“That is for you to decide, Glitch Bitch.” Dark commented.
Their banter was an easy one. It almost seemed out of place after what they planned to put Chase through. Well, “they”. Anti much preferred his part of the plan. The violent warning and teacher to those who broke the rules of Dark’s deals. This was their relationship and neither would change it for the world. Not Anti, not Dark.
Okay, so I’m having a little Writer’s Block on how to start this piece! But I want to write something that goes with this AU for @weirdmixofweirdness Live Stream and yes, I know I’m putting pressure on myself with me only having two weeks to write it! But I want to do it! So, please don’t @ me with that! Instead, feel free to @ me with any kinds of advice on dialog! I completely suck at that and can use all the help I can get!
Okay, enough of my rambling that’s not what you came to here to read! On with the show
Enjoy the Story!
@10th-no-name-person and @thebluehearted Sorry, for the teaser, but here the Boss Villain is revealed!
@huffletrax, Hey Lou! If this is something that your not interested in, please let me know and I’ll tag ya for another series!
I can’t breathe! It hurts so much! Even now as I lie here and I’m going to die, my thoughts go to you, but why? Why am I thinking of you? I was never your favorite, was I? Oh, now I see these . . . are my memories of when we first met. I’ll admit, I was so arrogant, I actually thought there must’ve been some kind of a mistake! How could you be my Creator? You weren’t strong, you didn’t know what you were doing, didn’t know how to use your Creator Power. But boy, was I wrong! You were strong, just in a different way. Your strength came from your spirit, your heart, your compassion, your empathy, your kindness towards others.
When I first came to Septic City, I thought I was invincible, that I was the one that could do no wrong. I got sick of the Corruption, having to play by the rules, having to be the “Good Guy” All the time. So, when one of the gangs wanted to start a war, I decided to take action. I rounded them all up, all arrogant, cocky, reckless, not even caring what happens. Then I was face to face with the gang’s Boss. He was outright to kill me too. But that’s not what happened, instead, I wound up killing him. I was so confused. I felt bad for killing him, glad that stopped him, relieved that he would no longer be around. But this was not what a Superhero did. I didn’t know what to think! I came to you, late at night, bloodshot eyes, tear-stained face, you let me cry in private. Telling you what had happened, wore a hole in your floor from my constant pacing.
You listened, you didn’t judge me, not once, didn’t kick me out or had me fade. Instead, you took me in, held me, and told about some heroes who did kill. They do it if they have too. If it was a, you or them, situation. Where you will have to kill because there’s no other choice. Deadpool, the Punisher, the heroes who did kill, the Antiheroes, the fans called them. Anti-Hero. I really liked that!
Then you made me brothers. Jackie, who became my sidekick in fighting crime. The one that I finally realized that I had to change my outlook, what I thought a Hero should be. Jameson Jackson, the Magician. The one that came about because you wanted to branch out, try something new, instead of just video games. And the fans loved him! Chase, again because you wanted to do something different, but at the same time, all those “Doctor Games” were the inspiration for him. You wanted to make sure that I was well taken care of and Chase was the perfect fit. Henrik, the eccentric Ego, but I soon started to like his outlook on life. Always trying to find a theory and whether or not it was true. Experimenting became his thing with his friend MatPat. And then came Marvin. You wanted to do something special for Halloween, and you loved the old-time movies. But neither you nor I knew that Dark would show up. Putting doubt in me and the Community, maybe even you.
I failed them. I failed them all!
I failed Jackie. I couldn’t stop Dark from taking him. Corrupting him. Making him think that the Community had forgotten him, replace him. I failed Henrik. I should have been there. I could’ve stopped him, could’ve stopped Dark from kidnapping Henrik. I could’ve stopped MatPat from becoming Matmare and I could’ve stopped Henrik from ever paying the ultimate price in escaping Dark’s clutches. I could’ve saved Marvin. I could’ve stopped Dark from ever trying to puppet him. From making the Community think that he was ever a puppet! I could’ve saved them all! But I was reckless, impatient, needing to prove that I am the Hero that you made me, to be. That I am Septic City’s Anti-Hero.
Maybe, it’s a good thing that I failed, because now. Now, Sean, you can make the right hero. Now, Sean, you can make a better Ego. A better Anti-Hero. A better Superhero. One that you and the others need and the one that the City depressedly needs. I’m so sorry Sean. I failed you. I failed to be the Hero, you wanted me to be. The Ego, you created me to be. Maybe now, you finally have a chance to make a new one, and start again. Make a new Hero Ego, a better hero, then me. Save them, save my brothers and the City.
Sean . . . I’m - so . . . Sorry . . . That I . . . Failed . . . You.
(Sean’s Apartment)
“Aaahhhh!” Sean screamed holding his chest. Pain. Sheer white-hot pain just coursed through him. That only happens if one of the Egos is in trouble! Sean closes his eyes, he can sense everyone. Everyone but Anti. Oh, God what did Anti get himself into this time?
“Sean?” Evelyn called bursting through the door. “Are you alright?”
“No. Anti’s in trouble.”
Evelyn didn’t know what to do. She was so new to the whole Ego thing, but Anti needed Sean’s help. It was very rare that he ever called out especially to Sean, but Anti was one of her favorite Egos next to Jameson. Anti might not know it but he is one of Sean’s favorites as well.
Evelyn sat down across from Sean, and put her hands on his and concentrated on Septic City and focused all of her energy on finding Anti.
‘Anti, if you're out there. Hang in there! You’re still one of Sean’s favorites! Please don’t leave us! Don’t leave your brothers! Don’t leave Sean! We still love you!’
Sean sat Indian style constraining on Anti. He needed his help, Sean just hoped and prayed that he wasn’t too late!
‘Connect with me! Please, Anti. Please connect with me. I don't want to lose you. ANTONIO!’
(Dark’s Mansion)
Jackie woke not remembering a thing. Head pounding, lights blinding, and the room began to spin. It took Jackie a moment or two to get his bearings. When he did though, that was when he noticed this wasn’t his room. The walls were painted maroon, the silk sheets were a soft grey, the currents blocking out the sun were a heavy charcoal grey. Oh, yeah he was not at the Septic House anymore! But where was he? The last thing Jackie remembered was the interview that he, Anti, and Game Girl were doing live. He doesn’t remember anything after that.
The door clicked and swung open, grabbing Jackie’s attention, and instantly froze upon seeing who it was. “Ah, I see that ̧͡you'̵r͘͟͢e awake.”
Jackie’s breath caught in his throat. No, no, no, no! This can’t be happening! Jackie was in the house, staring at the Dark Ego, which caused all of this! The one that kept going after Sean! Trying to get rid of him! Get rid of Anti! Of him! All of them! Not even thinking twice of actions, Jackie lunged forward. Grabbing a feather and using what Anti taught him, morphed into a feather shape dagger. And went to stab this son of a bitch!
DarkSepticeye just sidestepped Jackie and grabbed his wrist with ease. Twisting it and his entire arm, forcing Jackie to drop the dagger. Jackie tried to punch, slap, anything with his free hand. Only for Dark to easily grab that one too. Jackie struggled with all his might to get DarkSepticeye to let go. But to no avail. He just gripped him tighter, waiting until Jackie tire himself out.
“Is that a͟ny̵̴͠wa̸y̴ to thank the E͜͝go̵͏̕ that s̸͝҉av̕͡ed ͞ y̸̷o̸͞u̕r l̛í̵f̸e?̛͘͜” DarkSepticeye asked.
Jackie stopped struggling. Save his life? “What?”
“So, you d͟҉o̕͜͞n͡'t know? Typical that ḩé͞ would keep̶͡ ş͘͡om͞e͘͟͝t͟h̷̶͞ing͠ like this from y̶͡͡o͞u͟,” DarkSepticeye said
“What do you mean? Who kept what from me?” Jackie asked despite himself. He knew not to trust DarkSepticeye. Not to trust what this - this Ego has to say! But Jackie couldn’t help himself. What was being kept from him? What did Dark mean that he saved Jackie’s life?
“Oh, Jackie,” Dark said in an almost sympathetic way and let go of his hands. “You were fading, my friend.”
Fading?! Fading? FADING?! No! NO! NO!!! That - that can’t be true! He’s still here! The Community still believed in him? Didn’t they? Sean still cared about him! Right? Anti, wouldn’t keep that from him! He wouldn’t! NO! Not Anti! He - he . . .
“I’m afraid, what your ę̶͠x̧͏p̴̧ȩ̸͟riȩ̕n̸ç̷̵e is, what we all E̛͡g҉͝o͞s̡̀͞ go through. It’s called D̕͢e̢͜͡n͝ia҉̡l̵, Jackie. But yes, you were f̧͞a̵̛d̛in̸̨͡g͘͞.̶”
Jackie furiously shook his head. “No! No, no, no! No, that’s impossible! Anti - he . . . would have told me! The - the Community still believes in me! And Sean! Sean - he - he s-still . . .”
“If you don’t bę͡l̶̀͞i̵̶e̵̸̷ve̶̡҉ me, Jackie. Feel f̷̡ŗ̀͝ee to look for y̶o҉͘u̢҉̡ŗ̀͜s̵eĺ̕f.̧͘͝”
Against his better judgment, Jackie did just that. Grabbing the laptop that appeared out of nowhere and heading to the desk. Jackie opened up the laptop and scoured the internet. On several social media, the Community posted several, fanfictions, stories, fan art, theories, and fan comics all of Anti-Hero and Game Girl. He checked Septic City in Egopocalpse and just like the Community.
News stories, articles, videos, vines, and even YouTube Videos were popping up everywhere. But only with Anti-Hero and Game Girl and some of the Egos, that Jackie once called brothers. How could this have happened? Anti told Jackie when he first started training him that he was one of the Community’s favorite but now?
“H-how did this h-happened?” Jackie managed to choke out.
“It appeared that Àn̸͘t͝i-̷͡He̵̢͞ro was the C͏̧̨o҉͢mmu̕͝ni̶ţ͘͠y’̀ś͠͝ favorite aĺ͝l ͏̨̨t̶̛͠his͞ tim̷e̸̷. He just d̢id̸n̡͢’t want to share the s̡͢pot̕͏lí̸gḩ̷̡t nor did he want the g̢ui̶l̵͢t͏̸ a҉ņ͟͡d ̵sha̸̡m̷͢e of you f̧͟͜adi̵̸ng being on his c͏̡͘ơn̷̷͝sc̸̀͠iou̧͘s.̷”
Jackie just sat there staring at nothing. His brain refused to comprehend what was going on. He felt so numb. Was Dark right? Was Jackie really not their favorite anymore? Was he ever their favorite?
“Oh, don’t waste your tears, J҉a͝ck̀͜҉i͝e̷̡͘. I can heĺ̷p ̛͝y̵͠ou̢͟ get back at them. Get back at Sean. Get back at Anti. Get back at t̸he ͘̕̕Ć̵o͠m̷͞͠m̛̀̕u̷͜n̴̕i҉ty,̢͝” DarkSepticeye extended his hand. “Fo̶҉ŗ҉ ̵̨́a ̵͡pr̴͠҉ice̷̸͜.̡”
Antisepticeye but as Dark. Darksepticeye? Snazzy Anti in a suit? Yes
Inspired again by this cool edit + the darksepticeye edit too (this turned out to look way different though aaa) (2/2, 1st one was the antiplier/anti!dark drawing)
Another fusion character of mine, meet Des who is technically a fusion of 6 with Anti, Dark (demon/manor), Roen (OC), Jack, Celine, and Damien. Anti Ro and Dark usually have the reins but Ro doesn’t show up much physically so often he can end up looking like this, and he does still wear the suit but normally without a tie, jacket open, few buttons undone, y’know- casual. I also have a few edits of Des-Anti and Des-Dark which I’ll be posting
