Anti stood in the Cafe playing with the knife he had used the other night, watching Mad as he fingered through a notebook. Darko stood next to him, arms crossed. It didn't take a detective to know he was hiding the laptop under his sweatshirt.
"𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙," Mad sighs slamming the notebook shut. "𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗!"
"🅜🅐🅨🅑🅔 🅘🅕 🅦🅔 🅤🅢🅔 🅘🅣, 🅘 🅒🅐🅝 🅖🅛🅘🅣🅒🅗 🅘🅝🅣🅞 🅣🅗🅔 🅢🅨🅢🅣🅔🅜, 🅑🅤🅣 🅣🅗🅔🅡🅔'🅢 🅞🅝🅛🅨 🅞🅝🅔 🅓🅞🅦🅝🅢🅘🅓🅔," Darko says with a sigh.
"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝?" Mad asks.
"🅣🅗🅔🅡🅔'🅢 🅐 🅗🅘🅖🅗🅔🅡 🅒🅗🅐🅝🅒🅔 🅘 🅒🅐🅝 🅢🅝🅐🅟, 🅔🅥🅔🅝 🅘🅕 🅜🅨 🅢🅐🅝🅘🅣🅨 🅘🅢🅝'🅣 🅣🅗🅐🅣 🅛🅞🅦," Darko finishes.
"𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚊𝚟𝚕𝚘𝚟, 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎," Mad says after a bit of thinking.
Anti stops turning the knife, "W̵̶̸̻̼͉̱̄͗ͭ͟͠o҉̢̡̲̌͗̀͝r҉̵҉̛̠̩̋ͦ̆͆͞͡͞͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͠͡͡h̷̶̘ͭ̏͞͡ t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͠͡͡h̷̶̘ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͝͞ r҉̵҉̛̠̩̋ͦ̆͆͞͡͞͠i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͝͠s҉̝̭̑ͯ̌͡k҉̴̶̬͈̫̹͖̾̎ͭ́̍̐͝͠? Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͠͠͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͝͞n̸͐̈́͝d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͡͠i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͝͠n̸͐̈́͝g̷̵̸̡̼̱͎͎̞ͤͬ̅͞ h̷̶̘ͭ̏͞͡i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͝͠m̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͠͞͠ i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͝͠n̸͐̈́͝ a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͠͡l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͝o҉̢̡̲̌͗̀͝n̸͐̈́͝e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͝͞, w҉̢̡̹̮͌̄ͦ͜͞͠͞i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͝͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͠͡͡h̷̶̘ͭ̏͞͡ t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͠͡͡h̷̶̘ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͝͞ p̷̸̷̨͙͙͇ͨ̌ͣ͋͠o҉̢̡̲̌͗̀͝s҉̝̭̑ͯ̌͡s҉̝̭̑ͯ̌͡i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͝͠b҉͙̺̻̅̎͋̕͝͡͞͠i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͝͠l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͝i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͝͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͠͡͡ȳ̸̵̩̜͔͍̔́͟͡ h̷̶̘ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͝͞ c̷̶҉̵̢͚̣̻̲̬͑̑͛͐̀͜͝͡͝͠a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͠͡n̸͐̈́͝ l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͝o҉̢̡̲̌͗̀͝s҉̝̭̑ͯ̌͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͝͞ i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͝͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͠͡͡. L̴҉̴͙͖̞̳̜ͣͧ̑̑͞͠͞͠o҉̢̡̲̌͗̀͝o҉̢̡̲̌͗̀͝k҉̴̶̬͈̫̹͖̾̎ͭ́̍̐͝͠ t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͠͡͡h̷̶̘ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͝͞ m̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͠͞͠a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͠͡n̸͐̈́͝ k҉̴̶̬͈̫̹͖̾̎ͭ́̍̐͝͠i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͝͠l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͝l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͝e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͝͞d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔ͯ̔̑̄͡͠h̷̶̘ͭ̏͞͡i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͝͠s҉̝̭̑ͯ̌͡ o҉̢̡̲̌͗̀͝w҉̢̡̹̮͌̄ͦ͜͞͠͞n̸͐̈́͝ f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̋ͦ̆͆͞͡͞͠i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͝͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͝͞n̸͐̈́͝d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͡͠, i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͝͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͠͡͡'s҉̝̭̑ͯ̌͡ a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͠͡n̸͐̈́͝ h̷̶̘ͭ̏͞͡o҉̢̡̲̌͗̀͝n̸͐̈́͝e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͝͞s҉̝̭̑ͯ̌͡t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͠͡͡ s҉̝̭̑ͯ̌͡h̷̶̘ͭ̏͞͡o҉̢̡̲̌͗̀͝c̷̶҉̵̢͚̣̻̲̬͑̑͛͐̀͜͝͡͝͠k҉̴̶̬͈̫̹͖̾̎ͭ́̍̐͝͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̋ͦ̆͆͞͡͞͠ h̷̶̘ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͝͞ h̷̶̘ͭ̏͞͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͠͡s҉̝̭̑ͯ̌͡n̸͐̈́͝'t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͠͡͡ b҉͙̺̻̅̎͋̕͝͡͞͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͝͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͝͞n̸͐̈́͝ a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͠͡ b҉͙̺̻̅̎͋̕͝͡͞͠l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͝a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͠͡c̷̶҉̵̢͚̣̻̲̬͑̑͛͐̀͜͝͡͝͠k҉̴̶̬͈̫̹͖̾̎ͭ́̍̐͝͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͝͞n̸͐̈́͝d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͡͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͝͞d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͡͠."
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Altered Daganaphroa
FanfictionUNDERGOING REVISION ___ Anti woke with a start. He was in a room, there was a desk, a bed, and a note with an iPad labeled, Monofile. He stood up and walked over to the 'Monofile'. There was a video on it, it was paused though. Out of curiosity, he...
