Jameson heard his gramophone from inside his room. He knew it was odd because no one ever touched it but him. Who would want to? Who else even knew how to use it?

As he got closer, he could hear the soft tunes he loved so much. He could almost dance to it!

But this was so odd. He just came through a mirror. . . . .

He remembered Dark's words, though.

Which meant. . . . .

This was a memory.

Jameson swallowed and as he got to his door, finally, he shuddered. It was as if someone dropped ice down his back, he felt a jolt of cold hit him. Was it just his nerves?

He took the door handle and suddenly the music stopped.

Jameson opened the door and walked inside.

Just inside, he saw that demon staring back at him, snarling like a beast waiting for his feast.

"Hello James . . . . . Are you here for the show?"

Jameson stared back at him, noticing the lights flicker above them. There was sudden shouting downstairs for a few moments until everything stopped.

Septiceye just kept smiling at him.

Chase ran through the halls like a madman. He could hear his babies crying. His wife begging for him to find them all.

"CHASE! PLEASE! HURRY! CHAAAAASE!"

"I'M COMING!" He burst through every door he could find from their old house together but every door he tried to open, it was just . . .empty.

"WHERE ARE YOU!? STACEY! ANSWER ME! WHERE ARE YOU!?"

The screaming stopped after that.

Finally he broke through a door he recognized as the kids bedrooms and he saw them.

He saw his son and daughter huddled in a corner together with their mother looking terrified.

"What?! What is it? What happened!?"

"Daddy, I'm scared! The static man's gonna get us!" Sammy cried.

"S-static man?" Chase knew where this was going. Or so he thought.

Stacey pointed at a mirror that hung on the kids' wall.

Slowly, Chase turned to look himself.

But there was nothing there.

Chase narrowed his eyes and looked around the room only to suddenly realize he was no longer at his old house!

He was at the Septic house in the garage for some reason.

'How in the hell?' Chase was terrified but everything got worse when the lights started to flicker.

He heard abrupt shouting and Chase went to the house door but when he opened it, the shouting stopped.

Everything was quiet again but Chase knew someone was there.

So he kept walking.

Marvin found himself in an old room of his at the Septic house.

It was dark and dreary but his room was lit up with little fairy lights he decorated everywhere.

He saw all his things on the desk. His flasks, the crystal ball, the tarot cards and wand, his spellbook and. . .. wait. . . where was his mask?

'Where did I put that thing?' he asked himself.

He didn't have it on him when they all teleported to the void so it had to be HERE, right? Where was it!?

Suddenly everything came back to him, though and he remembered Dark's words, 'This is a memory. . . . of what though, exactly?'

He looked around more until his gaze settled on one of his mirrors.

His heart rate picked up and he nearly freaked out, he didn't recognize himself.

Where were his scars on his face?

Marvin reached up to touch his skin but he couldn't feel the scars, either.

'This must have been .. .. .before'

And then a shadow appeared behind him a little ways away.

It barely moved but he knew someone was there with him. He tried to remain calm but on the inside, he was screaming. He was terrified. He used up so much energy trying to dispel Septiceye before. . .he didn't think he could do it again.

But Marvin turned, determined to give it all he got.

Jackie was just outside the house.

In his head, he was coming back home from helping the police. But really, he knew this wasn't real. He just went through that mirror. This would show them memories, right?

He wondered if they were true memories or not. Or would they be sick renditions of what Sean put in their heads?

Sighing, Jackie stepped up towards the house.

Just barely, he could hear music playing. He saw the lights were on in the house and he could hear . . . people? Was that his brothers? He couldn't make out the words, though.

He came up to the door and tried to open it but it was locked.

'I forgot my keys at the station. . . . .'

Jackie side-stepped to the window beside the door and knocked on the glass lightly, "Hey guys! It's me! Open up!"

Suddenly all sound stopped and Jackie felt cold and tense all at once.

"Guys?" he knocked on the door again.

Nothing but he could just barely hear something. Something that sounded like crumpling paper or a fan running.

'Static' he thought to himself. Jackie looked through the window again and saw the lights in the house were flickering.

"Shit. . . no, no, no, no, no! Open the door! Chase! Marv! Open the fucking door! Hen?! James!?"

There was abrupt shouting and yelling but he couldn't pick out whose or what was happening.

And then the door unlocked itself and Jackie burst inside.

Henrik was downstairs in his little clinic.

He was busy looking through some papers but he knew he'd have to call it a night soon.

His ex-wife was bringing the kids over and he couldn't miss that. He had to see them.

So he started putting away the files, organizing them and humming to himself as he did so.

Down in the clinic, it was always cold so he was used to that but tonight, he felt especially chilly.

He felt as if someone was watching him, too but he was the only one down there, right?

It quiet and strange but he quickly came to the conclusion that everything was normal.

Until his computer started to freak out.

'Vhat the? I thought Chase fixed it! Why is it doing zhis again? I better not lose all my files'

But suddenly the computer went black and then popped up back on showing him the blue screen of death.

'Just great. I cannot afford to keep messing vith this piece of junk!'

Henrik hit it for good measure and rolled his eyes.

'I better just go upstairs for now. She'll be here any moment vith zhe little mouses. I'll throw it onto Chase again later'

Henrik turned to leave, half-way to the basement door when the lights flickered.

'There a storm coming in?'

Suddenly, however, there was a loud knocking on the door!

'BANG, BANG, BANG!'

Henrik nearly jumped out of his skin but held brave, "Who is it?! You know not to knock so loud like zhat!"

'BANG, BANG, BANG!'

The knocking persisted but before Henrik could come over to open it, he heard shouting from upstairs. Multiple people yelling at each other and the lights started to flicker again.

'Vhat is happening?'

'BANG, BANG, BANG!'

Henrik backed away from the door, covering his ears but it didn't work too well.

"DADDY! DADDY, WHERE ARE YOU!?"

"O-olivia!?" Henrik could hear her somewhere but he couldn't pinpoint where, "Where are you, Olvia!? Is Noah vith you!?"

"DADDY, HURRY! HE'S COMING!"

"Who's coming?! Just tell me vhere you are! I can help you! Daddy can help you, sweety!"

"DADDY!"

Suddenly all noise stopped and the lights stopped flickering.

The door clicked as it slowly opened by itself.

Henrik couldn't move, though. It was like he was frozen.

Damien sighed as he watched Anti run through the mirror. He couldn't blame him. If Celine was in trouble, he'd go to her rescue, too.

But this was different.

Damien couldn't tell Anti in time that Septiceye was never real to begin with.

That creature was just a puppet being manipulated by its master.

'So he found a way in? Or is he just using that puppet to see?'

"I really hope all this drama is worth it in the end."

The man appeared like a shadow behind him, "It will be. I'll make sure of it"

Damien turned to see him. He looked tired and angry. Like he hadn't relaxed in so long, "Why are you doing this? You're just hurting them. And yourself"

"It doesn't matter!" the man growled at him, "It needs to have an ending! It needs to be complete! And I can do that"

Damien shook his head, "How did you get here?"

The man scoffed at him, "What? You think I couldn't will myself here? After everything I've done up until now, you think I can't come to the void? And here. . . .here I can see them all. They can't hide from me. Especially not Anti"

"If you're so intent on giving them an ending then do it. Why hurt them all SO much?"

He snorted, "Don't you think I've been trying?! But every time I try to, they change it all on me! They end up taking a completely different path than I want them to! It's not fair! I've tried all the clichés, too, no matter how much THAT pained me!"

"Author, please-"

"No! I will not be silenced! I tried making them abuse Anti, I tried making it so he tortured and hurt everyone, made it so HE was also given that! I made it so he killed the children, even! I tried so many different story plots. . . . Getting Dark involved as his best friend, Anti getting hurt and being submissive, I've put a damn demon in the house and I've made all of them HATE Anti and want to kill him. Made Anti the bad guy to all of them. At first I had them all hate him at once and then I tried individually but NOTHIING WORKED!"

Damien swallowed, "It's time to stop. Let them find their own ending, Author"

The Host's counterpart growled at him, "No. . . .no, I've put too much into this. I've already made one last ditch effort. Have you seen it?" he suddenly smiled, "This one will be the grand finale and if it doesn't work . . . . . I guess I'll just have to try again and Sean can just keep THIS a secret, too"

"That's not fair and you know it!" Damien lost his temper, "You can't just control what everyone does! You can't just handle their lives like you're their god and you KNOW IT!"

"We'll see. . . . Damien sat back down at his desk. He was in a panic but the voice in his head telling him to was stronger."

Slowly, Damien had no choice but to step back and sit in his chair at the desk, "Damn you"

Author smirked, "He cursed at the great Author but he wasn't bothered by it. This will all be over soon. Not that he'd know either way. If the Author had to reset everything, all ego's memories would be wiped anyway and he'd have to go and give them new back stories once again"

"You're disgusting" Damien huffed, "I don't know how you can't see. . . .you've become a monster"

"The Author sighed. He knew Damien didn't understand his genius but he knew he'd forgive him soon enough. Now it was time to watch everything unfold. Author picked up a mirror and stared into it, watching as his plan . . . . . ."

He stopped narrating himself and glared into the mirror, "That's not supposed to happen." he turned to Damien, "You healed him here!?"

Damien smiled softly, "I was wondering when you'd ask where Anti was. Even I couldn't stop him. Just goes to show . . . . maybe it's time you realized you can't stop him, either."

"Oh yes, I can" Author growled, nodding to himself, "I'll just have to contain him, too. He can't escape this. None of them can. Even so, it's like I said . . . . I'll-"

"Reset everything?"

Author blinked and looked over by Damien to see a new face and he stared at the other man in horror.

Now what a cliffhanger this would be for him.

Anti went through the mirror and the next thing he realized, he was at the Septic house.

It was quiet and . . . seemingly empty.

As he walked, he could barely contain his smile, though. It had been too long now since he was able to walk. He knew it was just in the void, though. Damien couldn't heal everything to transfer to the real world. He knew he's still have to wait six or so more months but he could enjoy this for now.

"I saw that demon thing in the mirror . . . and then one of the other mirrors shattered. It must have been him that did it, right? I was with Damien."

It sounded crazy for him to talk to himself in this large empty house but he didn't care at the moment. If someone was looking for him, then he'd want them to know where he was so he could just end this already.

Anti got to the living room, looking around at everything. It all seemed so familiar and yet. . . . different.

Suddenly the lights flickered and he heard shouting from the kitchen.

'That's more than one person! One of the others have to be here, too, then!'

Anti bolted towards the kitchen but stopped dead in his tracks.

The two stopped yelling at each other and stopped to stare at Anti.

"S-sean?" he recognized him, of course. Who he didn't recognize was this strange Iplier ego.

"Wh-who are you?"

The man just smiled and suddenly Sean was gone, leaving him and this strange Iplier alone in the house.

"I am the Author. . . . and you . . . .. You, Anti, are but a small character in MY story"