Apparently, Markiplier wasn't the only senile grandpa here.
Shocker, right?
This George guy was so old, his great, great, great, great grandchildren would never make it to the year 1900. And it was the 1920's right now! Now he was over here spitting some bullshite to the detective about the manor being a madhouse! Which, Anti actually had to agree on, and the fact that he was sassing Abe gave him life- but still! This senile old man couldn't just shut his trap for one minute and give them straight answers about the manor?! It's such a simple thing!
"And you better pray that it never comes to pass..." George hissed, and out of the blue- Anti felt a sense of dread, whipping around to look behind him. 'No...' A bright light flashed from inside the house, Anti paled and ran inside with the others. "THAT THERE'S THE REASON!" The old man yelled, but Anti could hardly hear him over someone screaming, "CELINE! DAMIEN!" Anti didn't even register the fact that the one that was screaming was himself. 'No, no, no, no, no! Oh, please- oh, god no!' Anti couldn't feel the tears staining his cheeks, and didn't care about the colonel running out of his room demanding answers- he had only one thing in mind, getting to Celine and Damien.
Anti stopped all feeling in general when he reached the door. 'That's not Celine.' He helped push the door closed, but didn't move away from it. Slowly, he regained feeling. He realized his tears, and heard his heartbeat pounding like a drum, and he could feel what was left of his broken heart get ripped to shreds. Whatever Henrik had left behind when he died, these two fools snatched up without a care.
The employees left and the colonel and Abe seemed to be going insane. Abe chased the colonel, demanding answers. Anti didn't really care anymore. He felt so... Empty... Broken. "I know he's in pain... And I can see, you are too. But we need to leave this place, there's only death here now." The butler's voice broke as he rubbed Anti's shoulder gently before leaving.
"Hey."
Anti whipped around to face the door, "Celine?"
"Help."
Anti jumped and turned back, shivering at how weird everything looked. But he walked forward anyway. Distorted voices came from all directions, but he didn't flinch. Just kept walking. Even as the house shifted and put Anti in places he shouldn't be... He'd long since figured out the house wasn't normal.
Was this room here before?
Did it matter?
He looked around the room... 'When'd he have the time...? Oh.' He thought back to what he saw on the cameras. 'He had plenty. This was planned... But not by him.' Anti wasn't a fool, he could sense something off with the house first day, and after Markiplier died... Something... Darker appeared. Plus everything else that happened... The body going missing, for example.
He was so close to finding out the truth... But with his current mental state...
He just needed more help!
"What is this...?" He didn't notice the colonel walking in.
And the colonel snapped.
Anti couldn't do anything but follow him up the stairs, he wanted answers, too. Why the fuck was Abe keeping tabs on Celine? He didn't even KNOW HER when she came! Mark was long since dead at that point! SHE was obviously not the murderer- so WHY?! He snarled, he could feel himself losing his grip, but didn't realize what it meant.
They found Abe down a hall... He looked just as pissed as them. "...MADNESS is stealing your best friend's wife!..." Anti halted, snapping back to reality. He just needed a little push...
BANG!
Anti watched in horror as Abe went down. 'We may not have been close, but...' He couldn't breathe. He didn't know why, but as his mind went blank... He reached for the gun.
He didn't even feel it.
"It was an accident... I swear..."
'...Wilford...?'
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More Than One Way
Hayran KurguAnti doesn't know what's wrong with him. Whenever someone asks him why he did what he did, he can't answer- because he doesn't know. Whenever he thinks back to his days tormenting the others- they're... Blank. The memories are there, and he's sure h...
