Guardians. (A Darkiplier/Antisepticeye Fanfiction)

The Beginning

*NOTE: right here, there's a little trigger for self-harm. Also, Demons by Imagine Dragons started playing while I was writing this O.o SORCERY!*
Hi.
I'm not quite sure how to begin this story. It's very long, and probably very confusing. You probably wouldn't believe me, even if I told you the whole truth. I couldn't believe it myself at first.
I guess I should just start this like any other story: from the very beginning.
Well, I was 15 when I first met them. I was supposed to be older, but my "condition" had reached an unstable level far too quickly, and they had to step in. I sure didn't expect to live with them, but here we are. I should probably tell you how I met them, huh? Ok.
I was 15, like I said. Back then, I still had my normal strawberry blonde hair. My eyes were plain light green, nothing really "special" about them. I wasn't very special at all, actually. I didn't stand out at all, but in retrospect, I kind of brought that on myself. On the day I met my protectors (or at least, that's their title), it was a particularly horrible one.
I walked in the large doors sometime in mid-November. Snow wasn't quite falling, but it was cold enough to, and then some. At the time, I didn't have a proper winter coat, so I was stuck with a leather jacket, which you can imagine was not very warm.
I was greeted with two large hands shoving me against the wall.
  I flinched in surprise, but panic no longer took over. I was used to this happening, as it happened most days.
  "What do you want, Kyle?"
  A pair of dark grey eyes stared back at me angrily. "I want your fucking money, you piece a' shit!" he yelled at me.
  "I don't have any with me." I lied.
  A girl walked by the scene, making eye contact with me. Her eyes looked apologetic, almost sympathetic, but the rest of her face was contorted with disgust. Whoever actually didn't mind me, which was a fairly small number, was just scared of Kyle Madison. Too afraid to stand against his beatings of various girls around the school.
  "You're a real bad liar, babe. Why don't you just give me whatever you got in your pockets?"
  "Fuck. You. I don't have any money, and stop calling me 'babe'!"
  That got me a slap across the face.
  Above us, the late bell rang loudly, signaling a scramble of students hurrying to their first period classes.
  "I'll get you later, bitch. Better hurry off to class." the bully muttered darkly.
  I ran off to geography, slipping into the classroom unnoticed.
  The rest of the day passed surprisingly uneventfully.
  I began to walk back home, admiring the beautifully extravagant evergreen forests that sprawled out across the land nearby, when I felt a push from behind.
  I caught my fall with my hands, but it was still a rough landing on the pavement.
  "Hey there! Remember out little talk earlier?" a voice asked coyly.
  "You're a dick." I mumbled, standing up.
  "And you're a vagina. This isn't health class, babe."
  "STOP CALLING ME THAT!" I shouted, whipping around to face him, only to be kicked to the ground again. This time, I couldn't catch myself.
  *time skip about twenty minutes, I don't have the heart to write about the many different ways Kyle knows how to kick people.*
  I patted my back pockets. Nothing left, save for my house keys. I held my side, my ribs feeling like they were on fire.
  Turning the keys in the lock, the front door swung open to an empty parlor.
  I ran into my room and locked the door behind me, trying not to let tears of pain and anger impair my vision.
  I fumbled through my things, trying to find something sharp. Finally, I found an old Swiss Army knife that was still in mint condition.
  I held the blade to my arm, not sure what I was doing, but I thought that it would at least relieve some of the pain in my chest and ribcage.
  I pressed it into my skin.
  "STOP!"
  I dropped the knife in surprise and whipped my head around, which made me cry out in pain.
  A man stood in front of me. He looked almost exactly like....Jack.
  "...Jack!?" I exclaimed, standing up shakily.
  "No! I'm not that idiot you seem to adore." he muttered. He also had the same voice, Irish accent and all.
  The man couldn't have been Jack anyway. Why would Jack be here, or here for me? He also had different eyes. Inhuman eyes. Where the white should have been, there was pure black, like ink. Where his bright blue irises would be, were bright green. But again, not humanly green. Like they were infected. Or....septic.
  "How are you in my room!? I locked it! And if you aren't Jack, who are you, and why do you look and sound EXACTLY like him?" I asked.
  "Jesus, lady, you've got a lot of questions. Look, just—come here. Put your hand on my shoulder." he said.
  "Um...no. Why would I?"I demanded skeptically.
  The man who looked like Jack sighed. "Fine." he placed a hand on my shoulder. His pale skin was as cold as ice.
  Closing his eyes, he held up a hand to the air. After a moment, he opened his startling eyes again, and took his hand off me. "Come with me." he said, his tone slightly softer this time.
  "But-"
  "Just come with me, Alyssa."
  I hesitated for a moment. "No. Who are you, and how do you know my name!?"
  "My name is Anti, and I've been keeping tabs on you for quite a while now. I'll explain if you'll just follow me, for the love of fuck!" he snapped.
  I followed him reluctantly, as he led me out from the house. Somehow, the door was unlocked. I had thought for sure that I locked it tightly.
  When we stepped outside and I shut the door behind us, I saw a stray leaf, blowing in the wind.
Except: it wasn't moving. It was suspended in the air, like time was standing still.
"What the fuck? What drugs am I on right now?"
"Call it magic." Anti peered down at me, as I was a few inches shorter than him. "Fallen angel magic and shit."
That remark made me laugh, and apparently it wasn't supposed to.
"What? What's so damn funny!?"
I shook my head. "Nothing. But..why did you want me to follow you?"
Anti looked off toward the forest I had been gazing at earlier on my way home. "We need to meet Dark there."
"Wait...like, Darkiplier? And you're Antisepticeye!?"
He nodded curtly, still studying the evergreen trees.
"But you two...aren't real. The fans made you up."
"The fans embodied us, personified us into beings. The concept of a darker side is universal, and immortal."
Anti began walking swiftly towards the forest, which jolted me into continuing following him.
"So...why are you here?" I asked.
"Christ, why do you have so many questions!?" Anti sighed. "It will be explained when we get there and meet Dark. We are both your protectors. Think of us as like guardian demons." he said, smirking. Instead of human teeth, they all appeared sharp and jagged, like canines or shark teeth.
And that, was the first part of the day I met my guardians.