Anti was NOT a good person. 

He readily set out every day NOT to be.

He lit fires, caused black-outs, caused scenes that normally escalated to him killing someone . . . .yeah, he definitely graduated up from just messing around with Sean's YouTube channel. That's why no one saw him on there anymore.

No, he wanted a bigger audience.

He wanted followers that would take him seriously and truly fear him. No one on that YouTube channel really feared him. They loved him. Wanted more of him. He was Sean's imaginary little character that no took seriously. 

And he hated that.

So he departed from that and went on to something far bigger. Not to say that he didn't have enemies.

Jackie . . . Marvin . . .. Chase . .. . . Henrik and even Jameson. Darkiplier and most of the Ipliers . .  they were all his enemies and he didn't care what he had to do. He'd eradicate them all out of his way.

At first he tried fighting them head on. Big mistake. Together, he didn't stand a chance against them. In fact, he got a few new scars from that bout.

And then he tried to pick them off one by one but they learned to stay in groups.

He tried to take on Dark but he was just far too powerful on his own. No, he'd take out the Septic egos first.

He couldn't figure out how to do it, though.

Anti tried possessing them, hacking into their bank accounts, electrocution, hijacking their appliances . . .  they always seemed to find a way around it all and it pissed him off.

And then he had an idea.

'What if the problem isn't me . . . and I just need . . . MORE of me?'

It sounded like logic to him. He was perfect as himself but the only reason he wasn't winning against them was because there were more of THEM.

See, Anti wasn't exactly sane. But if something came to his mind for a way to kill off those damn Septic egos . . . he was gonna try it.

Except the kids. He couldn't hurt the kids. This psycho had standards.

He laughed to himself. It took a while, but he was finally able to get away with it.

'Stupid magician. . . .be was better off when Sean hadn't given him powers at all. . .  this is all their own doing. . . ..  or  . . undoing' he laughed to himself again, throwing the book onto the table.

Hearing that he was home, a little pet wiggled its way into the air towards him.

Anti growled but the eyeball knew he didn't mean it, cuddling into his neck and on his shoulder.

"Sam . . . . I see you've been doing nothing again, today. You could have at least done the dishes."

The eyeball opened itself half-way, showing its teeth and hissing. It didn't seem to bother Anti, though.

"Yeah, yeah, no hands. You ARE the size of a sponge, though. You could have at least TRIED, you little asshole"

The eye hissed again.

"Whatever. I got the book. We're doing this shit tonight. Tomorrow is the day we win"

It hissed again.

"No, we're out of eggs! You ate them all, remember!?" he whined, "Gah! You're so fucking annoying sometimes! Why did Sean even make you at all?!"

Suddenly the eye stopped moving and made a sort of whimper and Anti's own eye twitched in exasperation, " . . . . . . forget it. Just go in the other room. I don't know what the effects of being around this spell would do to you. Go on, get."

The eye chirped somewhat and wiggled it's way in the air, using it's tail to open the bedroom door.

"You little fuck!" Anti shouted after him, "You DO have a hand! Can't get away with that next time!"

He shook his head and snarled, 'Whatever. Enough of that. Time to get down to business. What fucking page was it again?'

"So when's Anti coming back?" Jackie asked.

Chase snorted, "Hope he DOESN'T come back. Fucker messed up my iPhone."

"Aw don't be like that" Marvin snickered, "You've also dropped it a million times. Who knows if it was really Anti's fault?"

"Anyway, I hope he returns, soon, as well. The possessions were  . . . . interesting" Henrik flipped through his puzzle book, "I'd like to analyze more of his blood"

"You're so fucking weird, Schneep" Chase chuckled at him, "As if he'd give it to you willingly."

"He's always so feisty" Jackie laughed, "I know he supposedly wants to kill us or whatever but he's not very good at it, is he?"

'I do not know but he IS very entertaining' Jameson signed, 'I think we'd be good friends'

"Me too" Jackie agreed, "Sean said he was crazy and would snap at us like a Pitbull but have you SEEN how cute and sweet Pitbulls can be?! He's probably just misunderstood"

"Oh yeah, totally" Marvin snorted at him, "You know what, I can really see Anti being cute and adorable JUST LIKE a Pitbull . . .. you might be just as crazy as him, sometimes, Jackie"

"Eh, whatever" he shrugged, "At least Sam's keeping him company. He can't be that bad if Sam's still alive and unharmed"

The others really had to agree with that.

"You guys think we  could reverse hack into HIS bank account and take back our money?" Chase asked.

Marvin sighed, "Sean already took care of that, remember? You're just broke in general. Stacey's got your money, remember Mr. Sugar-daddy?"

"Aw man . . ."

Anti woke up with a start and groaned, feeling how cold it was where he was laying.

Looking around, he realized he was on the kitchen floor, 'The floor's kinda dirty looking at it from this angle. . . . ' groaning again, he forced himself to sit up.

It was a little lighter outside which let him know it was morning.

'What happened? It don't really remember a lot. I . . . I did the spell, I think. . .' he stood up, looking around but he felt dizzy so he slowly made his way to the sink.

'There was a bright light and it felt like I was on fire . . . . something was being ripped out of me and then shoved back in like a fucking dildo' he chuckled to himself at the joke but got serious again, 'I passed out then. . . .so how do I know if the spell worked?'

He drank a glass of water and started to look around his apartment.

'Not here in the living room . . . where's Sam? I thought maybe he'd come and try waking me up, the annoying little bastard'

Anti slowly walked into his bathroom. Nothing. 

He noticed the front door was still locked so whatever he brought to life hadn't left.

He glanced out the balcony but sighed in relief seeing no blood stains or body down below.

'Only other place is the bedroom' he snarled and flipped out his butcher knife, 'If he's really like me, he might be waiting for me to attack, too. I have to be . . even  more ready for him to attack.'

He slowly opened the door, wincing as it creaked loudly.

'Well that wasn't quiet or subtle at all' he berated himself.

But he didn't have to really look any further.

There was this being . . . sitting on his bed with one leg resting over the other. Sam was in the palm of this man's hand, his tail wrapped around one of his fingers.

But when he saw Anti walked in, Sam seemed confused. He tried to go towards him, but the new being held onto him, keeping him from leaving.

All of a sudden, Anti felt an aura on  him. If felt dangerous and sinister. Familiar.

"Well well . . .  looks like the spell worked after all" Anti snickered. He still donned his knife just in case and stayed a set distance away, though. He couldn't trust this man even if he WAS a copy of himself.

The man, who looked exactly like him, chuckled, "Apparently . . . and now there are two of us . . . enough to take down the Septics, perhaps?"

"Perhaps . . . . What is your name?" he tested, "Do you have one?"

The man chuckled again, still keeping Sam in his hand, "Mmmmmm . . . .  well I AM you . . . But I supposed you wouldn't want ME to call myself by our name, now would you?"

Anti shrugged, "Call yourself whatever the fuck you want. What do I care? As long as we get the job done"

He cracked a smile, "Straight to the point . . .  I will be, too . . . . How about we wait on a name for now and just talk business, shall we?" he finally let Sam go, letting him wiggle off towards Anti but the glitch ignored him for the time being.

"Sounds good to me" he smirked, "And I already have a plan"

The other Anti smirked back, "Hhehehehe . . .. What a coincidence . . . So do I"

Things were about to get very interesting.

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