It was kind of lonely being here by himself. He was a social person, as was his creator. He sighed and flipped onto his stomach. He couldn't talk to anyone, as he was alone, and he couldn't find the TV remote, so he couldn't watch something.

Jackieboy Man was about to die of boredom.

"Ughhhhhh," he groaned.

There was nothing for Jackie to do, and he was going to die. He hadn't gotten any hero alerts, and Jack had yet to give him a phone, for the fear someone would think Jackie was Jack.

Jackie groaned once again before getting up. He walked to the kitchen, hoping that he could find some food.

He found none.

He groaned for the third time. "Just have to have high hopes," he whispered. He shook his head. "I need to stop."

Jackie's head shot up at the sound of something crashing on to the ground. He ran over to the front door of the house to find a newcomer.

He was green and glitching. His neck was slit and bleeding. He was wearing all black. And Jackie was extremely confused.

"Uh, hi."

The stranger just stared. He had a static sound coming from all around him.

"I'm Jackieboy Man. You can call me Jackie, though."

He was starting to believe the newcomer didn't talk.

"My NaMe Is AnTiSePtIcEyE. yOu CaN cAlL mE aNtI."

Anti's voice was as glitchy as his body. Jackie could barely understand him, but he managed.

Jackie smiled. "Welcome to the house, Anti."