Septiplier - Angel

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??? POV:

I've been walking for days on end. Why did they have to drop me so far from my family? All I want to do is see their faces again. I can barely remember their names. Tim, Thomas, and Mark. I hope they're all ok. I mean, anything could have happened to them. It's been 4 years. They probably don't even remember me. No. They must remember me, I'm their oldest brother. I slowly look back up to the sky, it's getting dark. I should probably set up camp.After finding a reasonably good spot, I slowly lie down. Getting comfortable with all the dirt and leaves around me.

"Don't worry my brothers. I'll be home soon."

With those words I let the darkness consume me. Sending me again into a dreamless slumber.

Anti POV:

I might be a demon, but I'm really worried about Jack. Sure, I want him to suffer and die so that I can go to my Darkie. Still, I think I've grown to like him. I mean we're practically the same person. Slowly I see the darkness that has been around me for awhile turning to light. Finally, he wakes up.

"Ugghh."

"Good morning sleeping beauty."

"Good morning Anti. Why are you so cheerful? Happy that I am suffering again?"

Why does he always think that? Probably because I always act like it's true.

"Yep, your suffering is very amusing."

I'm a demon, not a human. And demons don't feel anything, so why do I feel bad for him? Why did I feel bad for Mark when his brother couldn't see him? What's wrong with me? Maybe when I was born I my parents dropped me on the head or something.

"Anti you seem quiet, is something bothering you?"

"What? No. Why would you say that?"

"Just because, well, actually nevermind."

"Alright. How's your head?"

"Hurts like a bitch."

"Good."

I see Mark hesitantly walk into the room. When he sees that Jack is awake, a smile immediately forms on his face. He looks so much like Dark, but just less evil.

"You gotta admit he's hot."

I feel Jack's cheeks burning up.

"What the fuck Anti. Where did that even come from?"

"I don't know. He looks like Dark, so he's hot. Simple logic."

Jack is about to respond when we hear the smooth voice of Mark echo around the room. Personally, I like Dark's voice more, it's deeper and darker. Mark's voice is filled with too much emotion.

"Jack, are you ok? You're blushing."

"Oh it's nothing , just Anti,"

I feel the warmth of the blanket leave as Jack stands up. Sometimes it's weird when you have to share most of your sense with another person.

"Alright, well breakfast is ready. Come down when you're ready."

"Alright , just give me a minute."

Mark gives another smile and leaves the room. Mark smiles too much. I wonder what it would look like if Dark smiled. Probably creepy, just how I like it.

"Anti, keep your creepy thoughts to yourself. I don't need to see you imagining what Dark would look like with a smile. It's just creepy."

"I didn't mean to share that."

"Alright. See ya later Anti."

"Bye. I guess."

After I feel my connection with Jack almost disappears. Sucking me deeper into the emptiness of his mind. It's always so dark back here. Don't get me wrong I love the dark, but just not all the time. Imagine being trapped in the darkness for your whole life. Doesn't seem that pleasant, right? I look through Jack's eyes, seeing Mark dancing around the kitchen. I didn't expect to see this when we came down stairs. I feel heat rush up Jack's cheeks when he imagines a very dirty thought. Oh, Satan. My mind will never unsee that. Kill me, please.

"For the Hate of Satan Jack, keep the thoughts to yourself."

He doesn't respond as he keeps staring at Mark as he moves swiftly around the kitchen. He's got moves, unlike Dark. He sucks at dancing. He tried once, and let's just say it ended with us both falling to the ground. I think I personally like it that Dark can't dance. It just gives me another excuse to press my body against his. I hear Jack clear his throat and a very embarrassed Mark quickly turns around.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"I just arrived actually."

Liar. I swear he was just standing about for about a few minutes, watching Mark shake his stuff.

"Ok, good. Here's breakfast."

"Thanks, Mark."

Now that I think about it. Jack hasn't had one suicidal thought since Mark arrived. Maybe Mark is really helping. I feel Jack's hand shake as he brings the food to his mouth. I remember the days where he would spend weeks starving himself. I'm actually happy that he's doing better. Yes, I want him to die, but that is really the slowest way to go. Suicide. It just takes forever.

"Anti, I think I have figured out a way for you to visit Dark."

"REALLY!?"

"Yeah, and you're not going to like it."

"Tell me."

"It has something to do with.."

"With what? With who?"

"Yamimash"