Septiplier and Darkiplier x AntiSepticEye

Smoke fights and Pancakes

Darkiplier's POV

A breeze filled the room, ruffling everyone's hair and clothes, then he appeared. Someone who I could only assume was Jack's 'evil' half-AntiSepticEye, or Anti-Jack. Of course I'd seen fan art of him but, damn, was he fit in real life. He wasn't half as scary as some fan arts depicted him as.

He was a little taller than regular Jack (as I am with normal Mark- what is it with being evil and tall?), he didn't have black or green where his whites would be like fan art would suggest, he had green irises that matched his hair, a white top with Septic Eye Sam and the letters ASE on, and a sleepy look on his face.

Jack (the regular one) started talking to Mark about something, but I was too enveloped in admiring Anti-Jack to hear him. Anti-Jack's sleepy expression was adorable. He looked up at me and smiled; I blushed and tried to smile back, but my evilness got in the way. I can't fully express positive emotions yet, but I'm nearly there. He seemed happy at my attempt though, so I felt happy. He must not be as 'dark' as me, as it seemed expressing positive emotions was easy for him.

Mark snapped me out of my thoughts
"Dark? Dark!"
"Hmm yes, what?" I said, stumbling over my words in confusion.
"Are you okay? You've been staring at a wall for a couple of minutes there buddy. Lost in thought?" Mark asked.
I whisper to him smugly," No, just enjoying the scenery."
Mark laughed and we turned back to the two Jacks; Jack was holding up Anti-Jack, who seemed to be falling asleep.

Anti-Jack's POV

I appeared next to Jack, expecting to be in the guest room we were staying in, but I was in another bedroom- Mark's I assumed- surrounded by Mark, Jack, and another man who looked like Mark's dark persona. I wasn't surprised by Darkiplier, as I had come from the fans and he was usually drawn next to me in fan art.

I was tired as I had been shadow traveling around America all day, waiting for Jack, so I didn't notice Dark looking at me at first. When I did, I smiled at him. I can show positive emotions very well (after all I'm not all that evil), but Dark seemed to be having some trouble. He did seem more of a dark type (excuse the pun), however he was trying and for that I was happy.

Mark must have noticed that he was being quiet, so he snapped Dark out of his 'daze'.
Mark and Dark whispered something between them, which made Mark laugh.

I felt suddenly more tired, so I leaned against Jack for support. I felt him laugh, but the world was becoming black and quiet. Someone picked me up, bridal-style, and carried me out of the room. I looked up to see who it was, expecting it to be Jack, but Dark's handsome face was the one I saw. I just had time to feel shocked, and feel butterflies in my stomach ( I was so close to him and he's so comfy-and fit) before succumbing to sleep.

Time Skip to morning

I woke on the couch, snuggled up to Dark. I was admiring him for a few minutes before he woke up, playing with his floofy hair. When he started to wake, I pretended I was asleep, as to avoid awkwardness. I felt him play with my hair gently and sigh. I heard him say that he could never have me, that he didn't deserve me anyway. I felt a stabbing pain through my heart. Not literally, but I felt sad that he thought that way about himself.

He shook me gently.
"Morning, princess," he spoke, softly.
I laughed inwardly at his nickname for me, as I'd been told by Jack that I look like a dainty fairy when I sleep in my physical form. It's his own fault. It is his body that my form is modelled after. For the record, Jack also sleeps like a dainty fairy, resulting in us waking each other by saying 'Top o' the mornin' princess (or fairy, or some other cutesy name)'

I decided to have some fun with Dark, by suddenly becoming non-physical. He flailed and fell of the couch, looking around, shocked. I became physical again, standing next to him. He looked up at me, almost evilly, and stated, "Oh, two can play at that game!"

He changed into a red cloud of smoke, darting around until he floated above me, became physical, and dropped down on top of me. I fell to the ground, his heavy weight on top of me. I squirmed, trying to get out from under him, but I couldn't, so (with difficulty) I became a green cloud of smoke. He followed my lead and soon there was cushions, books from shelves, and many other assorted things were strewn across the floor.

Two sleepy-looking forms, wandered out of Mark's room-Mark and Jack. They were probably confused by all the noise we were making. They both became wide eyed at the two clouds of smoke (me and Dark), hovering above the ground.

Both me and Dark then realised what a mess we'd made. We floated down to the floor and became physical. I was looking down at my hands, like a toddler who'd been found doing something naughty, but Dark was stood with his hands on his hips in a confident pose.

"Oh my god guys! What were you doing?" Mark questioned.
"We were having fun!" Dark replied
"We'll help clean up," I said guiltily.
"It's fine, we'll all clean up afterwards. Let's have breakfast first," Jack remarked tiredly.
At the mention of breakfast, I perked up and asked if we could have pancakes (the American kind obviously). We went the the kitchen and Mark and Dark made pancakes.

I spoke to Jack quietly," Should I even ask what you were doing in Mark's room?"
Jack's face reddened.
"Shut up!" He hissed," We didn't do anything! We were just talking about what I'd heard before I went in last night, when he was talking to Dark. He said he liked me and said I liked him back. I was only in there because I accidentally fell asleep. He's comfy, y'know."
"Yeah, Dark is comfy too." We both looked at our respective version of Mark and smiled.
"What happened this morning?" Jack mused, smiling, " and since when can you turn into smoke? I thought you could only shadow travel, be completely non-physical or be completely physical."

"I've been perfecting it for a while, but it's difficult because I'm not very 'evil'. It's like how I can express positive emotions well, but Dark can't. He can become smoke well and I can't." I sighed.
"Don't be sad, Anti. For what it's worth, I think you can be smoke very well. I particularly like the colours. It suits us. Dark's as well. " Jack said helpfully," Oh look, chocolate chip pancakes!"
I smiled as Dark gave me some pancakes, and I saw him smile. This was gonna be interesting.

Sorry that there wasn't much from Dark's POV. Gosh I feel like I apologise a lot. Hope you liked it. Please say if you prefer the parts with only one POV or with multiple like this one :)