Septiplier One Shots!

The Hallow Earth (part one)

"Would you like to make deal?"

Startled, the toothbrush Jack was currently using flew from his mouth and hit the wall, splattering a mixture of toothpaste and saliva all over the place. Yet, he recognized the inner demon immediately. "What the fuck do you want, Anti?"

"I obviously want to make a fucking deal, you idiot. I WANT TO TOUCH YOUR BODY BITCH." from inside the mirror, Anti fingered with his gauges, obviously not trying to laugh.

Jack, grabbing his toothbrush from the ground, threw a nasty scowl at him. "Well I don't want to make a deal you. Also, on a second note, get the fuck away from me! You fucking  pervert." grabbing some toilet paper, he wiped down the wall and threw the trash into the toilet, throwing another scowl at the demon. "I have no reason to make a deal, anyway. My life is pretty okay at the moment."

The counterpart smiled. "Oh really?"

"Yeah. Really." Realizing he didn't rinse out his mouth, Jack bent down to wash it out, not wanting the shit aftertaste toothpaste gave you.

"Oh come on, douchebag. I'm your fucking counterpart. I know your shit." Anti smirked, leaning his arm against the lining of the mirror, now looking the Irishman straight in the eye.

"For the last time. Fuck. Off." Glaring back at the mirror, he started to leave but stopped halfway when he saw the giant smirk growing on Anti's face. "What?"

"Apartment is good. Life is good. Personality is good. Body is ok," now picking at his fingernails, he lightly picks at the end of one and made it symmetrical. "Love life is going down."

"Hey! She and I just broke up- fuck you," once again going leaving the bathroom, he stopped once again as Anti replies. "What about Mark?"

Shaking his head, Jack un-tenses his shoulders and looks at the mirror again. "I don't know what you're talking about,"

"Once again, dipshit. I'm your fucking counterpart. I am your essence. I know all of your shit," chuckling, he carved a little M onto the surface of the mirror of the mirror. "I know you love him, douchebag."

"Fine, you piece of shit. I like Mark. What do you want me to do?" Being sarcastic, he once again, scowls at Anti..

"Look at your myriad insufficiencies. You, my friend are fat, annoying. And your voice is so high I'm getting tired of listening to it," smirking, he once again, locks eyes with the other man. "Why in the fuck would he like somebody like you?"

Frowning and setting his hands against the marble of the sink, Jack replies. "I dunno,"

"See, you need this," Anti said as he watched the Irishman awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "I'm an all knowing counterpart. I can you make you less of an annoying little shit and meddle here and there. I can make him like you!" His eyes perk up, and he looked back at Anti. "You can do that?"

"Bitch, I'm an all knowing counterpart. I can do that," he says cockily, once again scratching at the small M on the mirror with his sharp nails.

"Fine. But what would I have to do for you?" messing with his green hair, he sighs at the thought of Mark, a small smile forming on his face.

"Eh. I only have a couple of errands to attend to. That'd be fine," Anti said as he lazily picked at his nails again, now becoming bored.

"Sure, whatever. Deal." As the counterpart put his hand up against the mirror and motioning for Jack to do the same, he bit his lip and laughed histerically, "You fucking idiot!"

Red zig-zagging made its way to Anti's shoulders and up his arms, the mirror started tinting a red. Once the mirror was covered in the blood-like color, green filed their way up Jack's arms and tinting his arms green, swirling delicately towards the edge of the mirror, tinting it green with the red and exploding into a gold, and along with sparks flying everywhere, sending in Jack's consciousness.