It was dinner time.
Normally, it would be chaotic and lively, but...
It was silent at the table.
The air hung heavy with grief and guilt.
It was their faults, wasn't it?
Anti was their problem... And they let the Ipliers get dragged into this whole mess because of THIER mistakes... And now... One was dead.
Blank might not have been an actual Iplier, but he was sure as hell part of that family. He had every right to be called one of them. He was such a good, honest, and kind child.
And now he was gone.
Chase stared blankly at the table, not even realizing there was food there. Jameson had given everyone tea to sooth them, but... It certainly didn't help.
A child was dead.
And Chase was partly to blame.
'Why...? Why did he have to go out? Out of all the times to grow a pair and be rebellious... Why'd it have to be now? Especially at NIGHT... With no one and nothing to help him out...'
His blood ran cold.
'No one to hear his screams...'
His thought process was interrupted by someone snapping their fingers.
Behind him, Jameson stood with a fresh cup of tea. The mute gently put it down besides Chase, signing afterwards.
"Tea is best served hot! Or at least warm, good sir!"
He made the other cup of tea- which Chase just now realized had gone cold- disappear with a simple wave of his hand, pushing the fresher one towards the fatherly ego.
Chase just barely managed to crack a smile at the mute when Robbie grabbed his arm, hugging him. "Robbie... Robbie help too." The zombie snuggled Chase, his childish speaking and behavior reminding the father of his own kids.
He remembered how they used to try and help him when he was feeling down. Just like this. But all this thinking about children... Lead right back to Dark and the Ipliers.
'That poor man... I wonder how that feels...? He's been through so much already...' But even so... He had to admit, his family made him feel a slight bit better.
"Don't worry, Chase. We'll get through this... All of us."
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"There's been a change in plans!"
Dark stormed though the door of the abandoned building, calling out for his partner.
"Hmm? Why? What's going on?" The Septic ego tilted his head in concern, looking up from petting his cat. "What HAPPENED is... One of the kids is DEAD! Killed! We need to speed things up before MORE PEOPLE DIE!" Dark seethed, his emotions boiling over.
It had only been a couple of hours since he found out his son was dead... He wasn't in the best mindset.
"Whoa there, bud! Relax! Dark... I need you to calm down." Con may be mischievous and chaotic, but he's... A good person, at heart. He tried his best to calm his friend, biting back some words he wanted to say, he just comforted the other.
"Shh... Shh... It's okay... Shh... Look... I know it hurts, and you want Actor gone quickly... But we can't rush into this, remember?" Con cooed, resting his hands on Dark's shoulders, giving him a light shake so that he would listen.
Then, he gave a deep growl, "we have to beat him at his own game... Manipulation. Don't let him see his plans to hurt you are working... Because if you do, he won't stop... Let this cool down, don't let your anger get to you, because that's what he wants. For you to be pissed and search everywhere for him IMMEDIATELY... So DON'T do that. And... When we DO get to him... Be calm, don't even mention it. Smirk and act like the perfect little villain he wants you to be... Be nonchalant about it. Make it to where he might even forget it, himself. Then... Well, let's just say..."
"Revenge is best served cold."
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Partners In Justice
FanfictionActor is at it again with his terrorism and genocide- I MeAn- "Storytelling" and has a new partner in "Justice". Much to his distaste, our dearest-villainous- Darkiplier has his own new partner in crime to help in his endeavor to stop Actor and save...
