The house was silent as each ego sat in their own room planning how to help Jack remember himself before they faded away, all of them occupying themselves with something.

Schneep was at his desk and researching amnesia, Marvin was practicing his magic, Chase was drinking from his secret stash of alcohol he kept in his room, Anti was absent mindlessly carving septic eyes into his wall, and JJ was lying in bed tossing his bowler hat up and down in his hands.

Marvin was the first one to leave his room, his eyes rimmed red as he quietly knocked on JJ's door.

The mute opened it instantly, looking just as tired as Marvin felt as he flashed the magician a weak smile.

"JJ, you're coming with me to visit Jack again." Marvin told him, JJ nodding as he left his room and shut the door behind him.

Just as Marvin made a portal to the hospital, Anti emerged out of his room and snuck through after them.

"You're Jack's creativity, so maybe you can create something that can help stop his amnesia?" Marvin thought aloud as he and JJ stepped out of the portal.

JJ paused as he glanced behind him, tugging on Marvin's sleeve to get his attention as he looked at Anti.

"Anti, what are you doing?" Marvin sighed wearily, the demon biting his lip.

"I wanted to see Jack before I..." Anti trailed off, closing his eyes as JJ walked over to the demon and hugged him before stepping back.

"You don't know when you're fading, or if you'll fade at all." Marvin pointed out.

"With Robbie faded, I think I'm next." Anti blurted, JJ signing something to the demon.

"Thanks JJ, I care about you too ya dapper weirdo." Anti replied with a smirk, JJ laughing silently.

"C'mon, lets go see Jack." Marvin chimed in, Anti and JJ following him into the hospital.

"Hey, um, I had a question for you two." The receptionist called out to the three as they stepped inside, gesturing at Anti and JJ.

"I know you're here to visit someone else, but I have some kids that want to see you guys. Is that alright with you?" The receptionist asked, Anti and JJ exchanging a look.

"Go for it, it's not like Jack's going anywhere." Marvin encouraged them, the pair nodding in response.

"Wonderful! They're waiting in the room down the hall, first one on the left." The receptionist stated.

Marvin left to go to Jack's room while Anti and JJ followed the receptionist's directions, stepping into a room where three kids were waiting for them.

One was a boy with shaggy brown hair and cuts lining his arms, his head bent over the sketchbook in hand.

The second was a girl sitting in a wheelchair dressed in purple with one blue eye and one red eye, her left leg in a cast.

The third was a boy wearing a black hoodie with black hair and blue eyes, the male fidgeting with his sleeves.

"You're here! My name's Violet, Violet Afton." The girl introduced herself, her face lit up with a smile.

"Henry." The boy drawing mumbled absent mindlessly from the bed he was siting on, furiously scribbling in his sketchbook.

"I'm Dylan." The other boy interjected, his arms folded across his chest.

JJ walked over to the boy drawing to see what he was making while Anti talked with Dylan, Violet humming to herself.

JJ sat down by Henry and lightly tapped his shoulder, pointing at the sketchbook without looking at what was inside.

"No, it's not perfect!" Henry cried out angrily, taking a small razor blade out of his pocket and reaching for his arm.

JJ gently grabbed his hand and took the razor blade, taking Henry's pencil and flipping to a new page.

"It's my ritual, I have to." Henry protested, JJ shaking his head with a sad smile as he drew.

Within moments, JJ handed the sketchbook back to Henry and hopped off of the bed to talk to Violet.

On the page was a sketch of Henry with JJ, the words "You Are Enough" written above them in big bold letters.

"You look like you're ready to punch someone." Anti remarked to Dylan teasingly, his hand balling into fists at his side.

"So what if I want to?" Dylan snapped defensively, Anti holding his hand up in surrender.

"Easy there kiddo, didn't mean to you upset you." Anti soothed the teen.

"No one likes me, I don't even know why I bother trying!" Dylan huffed in frustration, digging his fingernails into his arms.

"Trust me, I get that feeling a lot." Anti chuckled bitterly, Dylan shooting the demon a look.

"What gets me through it though is knowing that people really do like me. The only person that doesn't is myself." Anti added, Dylan's hands relaxing at his side.

"Yeah...I guess that's true for me too." Dylan admitted, Anti patting his back before he joined JJ by Violet.

"I love helping people and-oh, hi Anti!" Violet greeted the demon cheerfully, JJ waving at him with a grin.

"Oh no, kindness, my one weakness!" Anti groaned jokingly, Violet giggling in response.

JJ signed to Anti that he was leaving to visit Jack before he left the room, the mute pausing halfway down the hall as he held a hand around his throat while his eyes widened in panic.

The mute struggled to breathe as he fell to his knees on the floor, his lungs burning as he desperately fought to crawl back to Anti while trying to make as much noise as he could to try and get his attention.

Tears streamed down JJ's face as he gave in to the black spots dancing around his vision, listening to Anti laugh with the kids as his eyes closed for good.

"Alright, I should go too, I have a certain YouTube channel to take over." Anti chuckled, leaving the room and walking down the hall.

Time seemed to slow down for Anti as he sprinted to JJ's side, kneeling by the dapper male and carefully cradling his head in his lap.

"Wake up JJ, please." Anti pleaded in a whisper, his voice cracking with emotion as he bowed his head in remorse.

The demon wordlessly picked up his body bridal style and walked the rest of the way to Jack's room, Marvin shooting out of his chair when the pair entered.

"What happened?" Marvin questioned softly, looking at the mute's red hands with a confused frown.

"He left to come here, then he faded in the hall, and I wasn't there." Anti explained, looking at the mute's hands as well.

"He must've been trying to get your attention." Marvin mused, Anti inhaling sharply as JJ's body disappeared in his arms.

"It's all my fault...I didn't hear him, and now-"

Anti broke off with a strangled sob, Marvin silently leaving the room with Anti trudging after the magician.

"Hey, what happened to your friend?" The receptionist asked the pair as they walked towards the door, Anti stiffening in response.

"He left earlier since he was tired." Marvin lied, the receptionist seeking to believe them as she returned her attention to her computer.

Once they arrived back at Jack's house, Anti shut himself into his room while Marvin recounted what had happened, the egos in shock.

"I guess it makes sense since without childlike memories or imagination, there's no creativity." Chase thought aloud.

"I think Jack's depression is getting worse too, Anti's been acting different." Marvin added grimly.

"I can try talking to him." Jackaboy volunteered with a shrug.

"No offense, but I think he hates you." Chase remarked.

"Jackaboy isn't zhe only vone he hates." Schneep muttered, Marvin nodding in agreement.

"Fine, he hates you the most." Chase corrected himself snappishly.

"Whatever, one of us should talk to him, so I'll do it." Jackaboy huffed as he strode down the hall to Anti's room and stopped at his door.

"Anti, can I come in?" Jackaboy called out through the door, listening for a response.

"No, just leave me the fuck alone!" Anti shouted back, his voice shaky.

"We just want to help you!" Jackaboy protested, unsurprised to test the doorknob and find it locked.

"I wasn't there for JJ when he needed me, I don't deserve to have people there for me!" Anti shot back fiercely.

"I don't want to fade away like JJ and Robbie, I..." Anti trailed off with a sigh, sounding defeated.

"Say goodbye."

"No!" Jackaboy cried frantically, slamming his shoulder against the door with all of his strength.

"C'mon c'mon," Jackaboy chanted under his breath as he rammed against the door once more, breaking the door off of its hinges.

Anti was lying unconscious on his bed with bleeding cuts lining his arms, the scar on his neck reopened.

His knife was held loosely in his hand with blood glinting off of the bed in the light of the room as Schneep ran in, the German's arms filled with supplies.

"Will he be okay Doc?" Chase spoke up tentatively, Schneep glancing back at the male with a grin expression.

"I don't know. All we can do is patch up his vounds and vait."