Jack sat, alone in a corner. Nobody would talk to him. Sure, the occasional kid or parent would walk by, but no one seemed to notice him.
'You little piece of shiet. You really thought I'd just, disappear.' Jack turned his head at the voice.
'Shut up Anti.' Jack's thought was laced with venom.
'I'm still real. You can't fix that. None of us can. Even poor Mat.' Anti chuckled.
'Just be quiet. I don't wanna look like a lunatic.'
'You are one Jackipoo. Deal with it.'
'Don't call me that." Jack warned. "Only Mark can say that you twit.'
'Fine fine fine. But remember this, the truth will set you free.' Anti replied.
'Uh huh. Now get out of my damn head!' Jack swore.
'Party pooper.' And Anti went quiet.
"Hey Jack, you okay?" A deep voice asked.
"Dandy." Jack replied. Mark sat down next to him.
"Anti?" He asked.
Jack's eyes widened. "H-how?"
"Dark. You aren't the only one." Mark chuckled. "Of course they can't do anything but annoy us. We don't have a body, even in those suits. They smell like old pizza."
"I can agree with that. Doesn't someone clean those?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, but no one does it. Wonder why they still get paid?" Mark wondered.
"Because these guards are stupid. Speaking of guards, how are we on Mat?" Jack questioned.
"Close. Very close. He's got the job, just waiting for the First Night." Mark smiled.
"12:00. Fun."
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Six Souls, One Man (#Wattys2016)
FanficNathan Smith. He's a famous musical YouTuber as well as being a Pokemon nerd. One day he as well as five other YouTubers go missing. And it's Matthew Patrick's fault. Or is it?
