Fandom: JSE Egos/Jacksepticeyes Egos

Characters: Antisepticeye and Henrik Von Scheeplestein with mentions of others.

Warnings?: None? I think

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His face was going blue as he failed to take a breath.

Why was he doing this? Why was he choking himself?

He attempted to stop the strangling however, despite his effort, he just continued to struggle. Soon his version began to blacken out, he suddenly began to notice people screaming in the back.

In the distance, he heard a glitched out giggle.

He heard a very familiar voice scream his name.

"HENRIK!"

He fell into someone's arms. And that scared him more than anything.

He was in the room alone with Jack, no assistant. And he's passed out on the surgery table.

And suddenly, everything's black.

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Henrik let out a groan as he fluttered his eyes opened. His hand went up to push his hair and let out a pained sigh as he tried to recall what happened before.

He widened his eyes as pervious events flashed through his head, panic began to fill him. Obviously, questions formed in his head. The more important one being.

Where the fuck is he?

He froze upon hearing a familiar laughter.

He quickly got up from the ground, turned around and raised his arm to punch whoever's behind him. However, once his arm was raised, he couldn't move.

He. Couldn't. Move.

Panic began to bubble up within him as his arm remains in the air without his control.

His attention snapped back to the man in front of him, who just simply laughed at him.

The face of the man was familiar.

It reminded him of a broken father that's drinking himself to death, of a hopeful hero that's no way to be found, of a mysterious magician that no one knows to be able to trust, of a dying friend laying on the surgery table, of himself, a failure of a doctor that's a bit mental.

Another one, he realized.

Another voice, personal. Another ego.

However, he wasn't new. His aura... it's familiar.

He felt that exact same aura when Jack was sent into the emergency room.

"You are–"

"The reason why Jack's in the ER?" He asked, voice glitching out slightly. He glitched out as he tilted his head at the doctor and gave him the biggest smile possible. "Of course," He confirmed, now stalking towards the doctor.

"Who the fuck are you?" Henrik asked, his German accent slipping into the question despite the obvious lack of text proving it.

The ego in front of him let out a smile as he answered the question. Calmly.

"Jack's fans call me 'Anti', so I guess that's my name," Anti revealed his identity to the doctor with a smile, "and you must be Doctor Schneeplestein."

"It's Henrik Von Scheeplestein," The Doctor corrected, spitting at Anti's face. The smile fell from his face and he rolled his eyes unimpressed.

"Yeah. Yeah. Whatever," Anti grunted, crossing his arms. "Don't you roll your eyes at me," Henrik threatened uselessly, which only caused the glitch to laugh at him.

"Oh, am I supposed to feel threatened?" Anti taunted Henrik, stalking into his personal space. He let out a laugh at the doctor and leaned closer to his face, "In case you can't tell, you are in no shape to harm me." Anti gestured towards Henrik's unmoving body and placed his hands onto the man's shoulders, a crazed look in his eyes as he spoke, "I'm in control here."

He let out an annoyed growl and glared at the glitch. "Shut up. What do you want?" Henrik attempted to change the topic which Anti happily answered with, "You."

"W- what?" Henrik asked, off guard by the answer provided. Anti chuckled at Henrik's confusion, he cupped the doctor's face and repeated with a smile, "You."

"W- why...?" He asked, confusion clear in his eyes. The glitch let go of his face and turned around, he laughed and suddenly Henrik fell onto the ground. The doctor groaned and got up, dusting himself off and came to face the glitch's back.

"To explain it simply, doctor," Anti started, turning back and giving Henrik a smile as he further explained, "I want you to join me." Henrik let out a tsk at him and rolled his eyes. "Why would I join you?" He asked, crossing his arms, "You tried to kill Jack."

Anti raised a brow at the doctor and let out a wide smile at him, "Don't pretend you haven't killed anyone."

Henrik froze at the statement. "There are accidents sometimes. You can't save everyone," He explained, uncrossing his arms. "Oh really?" Anti challenged, turning to face Henrik completely. "Yes," He answered simply, "That's just how the life of a surgeon is."

"Henrik, Henrik, Henrik..." Anti repeated, making his way slowly to the doctor who was frowning in confusion. He let out a laugh and crack out a big smile. "I've been watching you for a while," At the statement Henrik froze up. "and I know, some of those death were on purpose."

And still, after being outed as a killer, he still try to pretend he had no clue what Anti meant.

"What do you mean?"

Henrik jumped back at Anti's abrupt laughter which shortly became giggles, and they weren't innocent.

"Oh, Henrik. Don't play dumb," Anti spoke between giggles. "I know when those deaths were on purpose and when they weren't." "How?" Henrik asked, now wanting to be anywhere but in a room with the glitch. Anti glanced at the doctor and answered simply, "You're upset when you want them to make it, and I can barely feel anything when it's on purpose."

"I..."

He was right. But how did he know? He always manages to get away with it, convince everyone that he tried his hardest to save them and failed.

"Okay! You got me!" Henrik admitted, throwing his hands up, "But how did you know?" "I can feel whatever any one of us 'Septic Eye' feel if I focus hard enough," Anti explained, "and let me tell you something, doctor."

He glitched out of existence, surprising Henrik and causing him to jump. The lightbulbs exploded in the room and darkness washed took over.

"You're the most interesting out of all of them."

His voice echoed in the room, making it sound like it was everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

Henrik glanced around the dark abyss uselessly in an attempt to figure out where the glitch was. His hand went into his pocket and he crack out a small smile as he felt his scalpel. He gripped it tightly, prepared to fight Anti if necessary. "I'm very flattered, Anti. However, I'll have to deny your offer," Henrik responded, he began to further explain as to why, "I have friends and a family back at home."

He heard glitching behind him and before Anti could speak, there was scalpel buried deep in his neck.

The glitch was staring at Henrik in stunned silence as he stared back at Anti with a murderous look behind his eyes. After a long staring competition, Anti grabbed onto Henrik's outstretched arm and flashed him a smile.

"I almost feel bad for doing this." Almost.

Before Henrik could ask what Anti meant by that, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left eye, almost as if it was bulging out. It was an uncomfortable feeling to say the least. He took notice of someone screaming out in agony, he soon realized that someone was him.

All the while Anti just smile at him.

After what felt like years when in reality it was just minutes, Anti let go out his arm causing the doctor to fall onto the ground like a sack of potatoes. The screaming stopped and now he was just laying on the ground, exhausted and huffing.

"You lied once again, doctor," Anti spoke, ignoring the doctor on the ground. "Your ex-wife cheated on you, you don't even have custody of your own son. Are your friends even your friends?" He let out a laughter as he invade Henrik's memories 'file'.

"This 'Chase Brody' guy is an alcoholic suicidal. He's always drinking to the blink of dead and always hiding behind lies of smile–"

"–He's trying to get better!" Henrik coughed out, his throat suddenly feeling dried and weakened. Anti ignored the doctor and just simply continue.

"Your friend Jack is in a coma now."

Henrik froze and widened his eyes as he tried to process the information spat into his face.

"W- what..."

"You don't even trust Marvin! Jackie is missing! And... that's all?!"

Anti chuckled out loud at that. "You miserable, miserable man," He taunted while shaking his head, resisting to urge to just laugh at him. The doctor groaned as he got up, glaring at the glitch bitch.

"At least I have people to count on."

Silence ensued and Henrik quickly learned that a silence Anti was a lot more scarier than a chatty Anti.

Suddenly he felt his head hit something along with his body. He glanced up and met Anti's glare, from his position, the eyes particularly glowed, burning, staring into him. A large smile cracked onto Anti's face as he cupped Henrik's face with insanity in his eyes, promising pain.

"You'll soon learn to regret that, Henrik."

His eyes widened and he let out a scream. He was feeling something entering his mind and it wasn't all too pleasant clearly. Pain erupted from his mind and quickly rushed through his body system, something grabbed onto his bones, his fucking bones. He can feel something changing his bloody blood cells, that shouldn't be happening. That should not be happening. He began to thrash in Anti's grip, his screaming soon faded out and so was his vision.

He went limped in Anti's arms once again. 

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So this is my first fic in a while that isn't Hermitcraft related and holy shit...

That's impressive for me 'cause I usually write to a thousand-ish words at most so yeah. That's epic.

I'm really proud of this little fic! :) 

I don't get the same chance to write someone like Anti and I like villains! Even if they make me want to punch them. I'm sure that's obvious from my Town of Criminals Au :p

This book will probably be fill of lots of stuff, sometimes writings of none Hermitcraft related stuff so yeah. See ya!