Time makes all wounds

The past is a stepping stone

Anti sat nervously on the couch, his knee bouncing up and down. Sure, he was happy to see Dark, he was his rival. But that was the thing, he was his rival. Dark is the literal King of the Void, he could crush Anti right now if he wanted. When if he came here and immediately went for Anti's throat. Taking this time of weakness as a gateway to end Anti's life. Then maybe, he would kill Jack and the others for good measure! When if Marvin is already dead, is that why that were taking so long? He ran for Marvin's room, he needed to save his brother.

The threw open the doors to the magicians wardrobe, there had to be a potion for travel. Thank gods Marvin is smart enough to put labels on his potions. But not smart enough to put them in any type of order.

"Transformation, de odor, fire res, yes!" He found a sparkling blue vile with a string as a topper. He looked the vile over and found instructions. One drop into any beverage, drink all, think of location in time. Anti dashed for the kitchen. He squeezed the syringe so one drop could fall, rippling the water in the tall glass.

He grabbed a knife from a kitchen drawer. Sighing when the haunting images did not flush through his mind.

He swallowed before scarfing down the magic beverage, he changed Iplier Mansion in his head, over and over. When he opened his eyes and found himself in a dark place with imagines of the Mansion, it was intimidating. Walking up to the first image, it was early morning. The one behind that was night. And the one he was looking for, early afternoon, was right behind those. He touched it and hissed when he was blinded by a bright light, finding himself outside the Mansion.

He jogged up to the door, freezing when he heard a gunshot.

"Marvin!" He ripped open the doors and ran inside, he found balloons, party decorations, empty wine glasses, everything but Marvin cold, dead body. A light and a stairwell caught his attention and he made a beeline to it.

"Marvin!"

"Who's there!" He came to the bottom of the stairs to find a gun pointing at him, The Colonel. He slowly raised his hands to the air. Seeing Actors broken body on the floor behind the Colonel.

"Who are you?" He cocked the barrel back and Anti smiled awkwardly.

"That gun isn't loaded." Anti knee this for a fact. Actor tricked William into playing Russian Roulette, one bullet to "kill" Actor.

"Are you sure? Wanna bet on that theory?" He put his finger on the trigger and Anti nodded. William growled and tossed the empty gun to the corner. Anti exhaled, but his breath hitched when he heard another cock.

"This one is." Shit. He raised his hands back up, he had to cooperate.

"Now, who are you?"

"I am Andrew McLoughlin, you are the Colonel, yes?" He marched towards Anti.

"How do you know that?" Anti couldn't answer, if what he thought was correct, he had to be careful.

"Well!" Anti flinched and responded quickly.

"I'm friends with Damien!" William huffed.

"Why are you here?" Anti shook as the golden pistol got shoved into his forehead.

"Damien told me to come by and enjoy the party. He said he would couch for me even if I didn't have an invitation." William hummed and pulled his shooty back, oh thank gods.

"Get out of here, and this." He motioned to Actors body.

"You forget you ever saw this, got it?" Anti nodded and bolted up the stairs, thinking if Iplier Mansion again. He returned to the void of time.