His footsteps were soft and yet commanding as they strolled through the street with almost ghostly grace, unseen by the naked eye in the chilling pitch black night. The only way one would notice him would be with a double take, and by that point he would already be well out of sight. Not that you would want to take a look at said man, with his slim cut suit and chiseled face, at first glance you might strike him as charming, but first impressions have never been reliable. This was the type of man that, If you chose to stare at him, he would stare straight back into your soul, borring a sense of hopelessness and submission into in a instant. He radiated power and held himself in such a way that made it clear who was in control. A man who's smooth voice could bend even the strongest of will's to his bidding and could break the minds of many by knowing just the right words to shatter. The man, If you could even call him that, went by many names. Although, if he had to pick one for convenience sake, Darkiplier would be best suited for most situations.

Dark came to a stop in front of a fading and chipped wooden door to the side of a grey and bleak looking two story pub, the soft sound of music only just hearable through its surprisingly thick walls. Eyes almost as black as the night they were standing in twitched and a slightly toothed mouth curled up in poor disguised disgust. It was very clear that the man in question did not want to be there in the slightest, and yet such a price must be payed to achieve certain goals. A grey hand rose up and knocked on the door in what was hoped to not be impatience, but having to walk instead of simply teleporting to avoid suspicion could do much to grate on ones nerves. The being didn't have much time to dwell on such distaste however as the door in front of him creaked open, letting the light and music flow out of it instantaneously and enveloping the man in now obnoxiously loud thudding rock music. Dark, ever the social manipulator, made sure to shift his expression into a believable one of fond amusement. After all, first empressions, however inaccurate they tend to be, mean everything. Although, the man supposed, this technically couldn't be considered a "first meeting". More like a reacquaints in hopefully better circumstances. But, Judging by the narrowed eyes and sneer, he didn't hold out too much hope for such a thing.

"W̶̥̯͇̩̠e̛l̯̬͖͡l͙,̛͓ W̹͖̞͍̦̯͘ͅe̴l̝͙̟͕̝͕̝l̬,̢̦̹̺̩͔̥ ͉̞̮̟̺̼̳W̸̩̝̘͚̙͎ͅe̕l̤̙̰̰͓̰l͞,̪̝̠ ͓̖̠̹̰I̳̩̕f̪̳͉ ̵͇̯ͅi̱̤̦͕͙͓t ͓͙̗a̳̳̳̘̺i̮͎̮͙͕̩͢n'̳t̯̯̜̠̳̪̙͠ ͖͚̱͖m̳̮͘ͅy̸̯̥̜͖ ̶̺̦̳p͎͇̱͢a̴͔̘͚l̝̲͞ ̵̼̖D̻͉a̷̱̫̫̫̟̬̮r̨̺̹̩͈̪̤k̢̯̙̦í͚̞̺̫e̗͜ ̦͈̳͠P͏̬̫̰̰̖̫o̡̗̩̞̲o҉.̛̣̜̥ ͔̥̙̠͈̭̠Ć̲̥o̥̞̙͉̤̠̦m̜̭͔é͍͙̣͖̱ ̞͕̦̹̜b͔̣̬͈̖̖a̴̭ç͍͍̝̬̹̼k̵͓̥̳̖ ̡̲̣͙̱̻̬f̴͖̲̮er̫̩̲̭͖̮ ̤͍̯̝̯̰a̢͍͕̹̦ ̼̞̖̥re̸̠̼̯͇m̫̺̺a̮̘̯̬t̵c̛͓̗̳̰̣h̸̘̤͍͓͖ t̛̖̼͈̲h͓̫̣̼e̶̗n̸̼̬ ̳̣̯͟ͅͅyò͕͔u̴̹̜̲̳͓͕ ̠̹̘e͈̝̝̲̫m̤o̵̥̣ ̟͔̗͖͇͈͓͟r̼̲̠͉͕e̺̯̥̯̝ͅj͔̹͚̭̺e͈̗̟̺̣͉c̫̻̫̦t?"

The abnormally high pitched Irish tone was over layered with irritating glitches, and it took all of Dark's self restraint to not pounce right now. Pointed ears and a permanently mischievous look in his toxic green eyes, Antisepticeye regarded Dark with a threatening, If not slightly cautious expression.

"Emo? Like you are one to talk," Dark stated calmly, waving a non caring hand in front of Anti's pitch black t-shirt and ripped jeans, "But no, That is not what I am here for. This discussion will be a lot more, civil, then our last, I promise." The glitch demon hesitated, eyes scanning over the monochrome suited man in front of him before making a face, this time shifting his tone to be more normal.

"Naw, And here I was getting all excited about finally being able to kick yer Sorry arse." Dark felt the smallest strain on his fake smile and nodded his head.

"I hope it isn't too imposing to ask for entry?" Dark purposely glanced other his shoulder at the dimly lit street. "I know you crave attention but I hope you understand the line between the right and wrong sorts. This is a conversation that would be better suited in private." Anti smirked.

"Only on the second date and you are already visiting my place, Ye sure know how to treat a lass Darkie." This time Dark couldn't keep the scowl of his face.

"We haven't spoken in months Anti, I fail to see what you are on about." Anti rolled his eyes and glitched further into the room behind him, leaving room for Dark to enter. As he closed the door behind him he surveyed his surroundings. Nothing particularly special, nothing but a loud speaker, broken drum kit, various wrappers and junk food containers scattering the floor, some unrecognisable posters and a few admittedly comfortable looking armchairs decorated the room. Speaking of armchairs, Anti was now perched on a faded one near the spluttering heater, Dark noting that particular arm chair seemed to have a lot of loose springs and knife holes in it. He supposed that meant the other arm chairs were all designated to the other Septics that lived in the run down pub.

"Nice place you got here." Dark stated, subconscious cringing away from a very suspicious looking stain on the wall near him. He decided to settle for standing in the middle, letting his aura flicker around him, not to be threatening and more to serve as a reminder of just who Anti was dealing with. Not that the leprechaun cared however.

"I see right through ya Darkiplier don't lie to me. The place is a dump,But it's all we could afford." Dark resisted the urge to laugh. Oh, You see right through me do you? He also couldn't help but feel a rush of satisfaction at the fact that him and his... fellow egos had a far superior living space. A dinky old pub has nothing on a full on manor.

"So, Why are Ye here?" Anti asked, unable to keep the curiosity from his voice. Dark inwardly laughed, off course someone so childish would wear his heart on his sleeve and be easily readable. This will be easy. Dark clasped his hands together behind his back and spoke, making sure to pace his words at a speed that was both slow, and yet not slow enough to be mocking.

"It was come to my attention that we we both have very similar goals here. Mayhaps, Dare I suggest, that it would be in our best interests to team up. After all, all we both really want is the spotlight isn't it?" That was not quite a lie, Dark supposed. While yes, He too like Anti craved attention, his goals were a bit more advanced then simply being an attention seeking brat. Still, all attention seeking brats are tolerable when they have uses.

"Ye're suggesting we team up?" Anti had a look of disbelief on his face. "You of all people?!" Anti narrowed his eyes. "What's the catch?" Dark let out a deep chuckle.

"Never would of taken you for the parinoid Type Anti." Anti bristled at Dark's mocking tone.

"I'm not parinoid! But I'm also not stupid, I know you wouldn't do this if there wasn't some alterior motive." Dark smirked and simply moved forwards, subtly trapping Anti in his seat. Such an action would be lost on someone who could teleport, but that never stopped it from causing unease, even on being's such as Anti.

"All I desire is complete control of Mark's channel," And a few other things, "And your assistance in revenge on our creators. It will be mutually beneficial for both of us and much more efficient if we lend our tools to each other. In fact, I also have some others who will be more than happy to join us. So, What do you say?" Dark held out his hand, making sure to make it look as though it had the least aura possible around it, when in reality he was pumping as much power as in could into it.

A shake of the hands and the deed is done

"Ah, What the heck." Anti shrugged and took Dark's hand, his manic grin faltering for a moment as Dark surged his energy forwards. Anti's striking green eyes flickered black for a moment before the glitch shook his head in confusion, brushing the moment off and making Dark grin. Success.

"So, About those others you mentioned?" Anti let go of Dark and moved back, and if the glitch's hand shook slightly when he let go and his complexion paled a little, Well Who was Dark to say.

"Just three others. I think it would definitely be in their best interest if they worked with us." Anti nodded, a sly smirk on his face.

"Oh, I see what you are playing here Darkipoo." Dark only responded with a shrug. Let Anti believe what he wanted to.

"You gonna give specifics or keep me in the dark?" Anti winked at that last word and Dark had to resist the urge to kill him right there and then.

"Just some old faces, You do remember Natemare and Mad don't you?" Anti squinted for a moment before recognition dawned on his expression.

"Oh yeah, Fnaf Boy and The Furry!" Dark's eye twitched.

"Yes..."

"Didn't those assholes fade? Why are they back, Thought those half rate jerks were gone for good." Dark casually shrugged his shoulders.

"I brought them back. Natemare was easy, ever since Phantom was released his popularity resurged a little so I brought him back with little to no effort. Mad was a little more difficult, And I needed some... Assistance to bring him back. It was worth it however, as they both now owe me a huge favour." Anti raised his eyebrows.

"Why go to all the effort of bringing em back? Sounds to me like they are more trouble than they are worth, and it's not like you are lacking in numbers. I've honestly lost fooking count of how many Iplier egos there are." Dark just shrugged again, cracking his neck and not dignify Anti with a response. Anti sighed and giggled.

"I'll meet you at the Manor I guess, when?" Dark pulled out his phone, sending a quick message to Wilford before responding.

"Now, If that's okay with you?" Funny how when you pose orders like questions they have so much more of a effect. Anti's eyes had flickered to the stairs, the ones Dark had no doubts leaded to Anti's fellow egos.

"I should probably tell the guys where I'm going..." Dark laughed and got right up close to Anti, staring him down and cracking his neck back and forth like a snake.

"Oh don't tell me you've grown fond of those little dirtbags have you?" Anti spluttered But Dark didn't give him a chance to speak. "I don't think it would be the best idea to involve them in this, Don't you? After all, They'd probably want to share the spotlight. Take it away from you, The one that truly deserves it." Anti's eyes turned Dark's black again and the glitch nodded, expression angry.

"The fų͎̬̼͈̣̀́c̸̡̫̤̜̰̞̩̲̫̩͎͙͓̦͠͝ͅk̷̢͍̰͔̙̰͝e̸̶̫͙̞̺̙̱͈͟͠r͖̠͔̯̗̖̩̭̜͙͍͍͇͎̦͇͎͘͡͝s͕͉͕͍̦̝͙̳̘̤̯̩͚͕̤̝̞̩͘͠ͅ probably would wouldn't they? Alright, Sure. I'm going with, Just let me grab my knife."

"Don't you literally have the ability to summon them though?" Anti just winked and glitched out of the room in a flash off green. Dark sighed before smirking in triumph and pulling out his vibrating phone, Wilford's response showing on the simplist iPhone's background.

Pocket Dimensions are all good to go!! ;D

Dark's aura flickered as he typed up his response. A predatory grin that would make even the bravest start crying marked his face.

"Perfect." He whispered in satisfaction, Too caught up in his victory that he was none the wiser as a shaken cat masked individual quickly darted from where he'd been watching in the room, invisible to all eyes but his own.