Chapter 25: Flying Colors

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(Hey theres a song in the story for a good reason. It'll come up later on. Also there might or might not be a little smut. Depending on how it goes. I'll be honest I make it up as I go along and I read over it to see if it makes any sense.)

*Dark POV*

I slept pretty good last night. Though it still bothered me that I still can't say it. I could have through text but I want to face him when I say it. I want to see his face when I do.

When I woke up in the morning I got up to make myself breakfast. Usually Y/N would be here to do that but I was alone yet again. The house was empty. I made myself just some measly toast. I noticed I wasn't really hungry. More worried actually. I wanted to get Y/N back safely.

Though seeing how Anti was shot on sight I'm not sure how it would work out if it was be. We all had bad blood against Wilford. I myself just don't like his fancy pants attitude. Acting like some sort of proper gentleman. My ass he's a proper gentleman.

After a while Anti came out of the other room. He said he wanted to stay in case something else happened. He yawned and joined me in the kitchen.

"Morning lazy ass." I greeted.

"Mornin'." He greeted back. "So what are ya gonna do now?"

"Honestly I'm not sure. Went there yesterday and Wilford didn't seem to notice me. He's lacking on his senses." I took a bite out of my toast.

"So what? Are you going to just sneak in there and take Y/N?" He retorted.

"I am not that stupid but its the only thing I can think of right now. Couldn't hurt. Do you think well need any help?" I asked looking at him.

"From who? Mark?"

"Well he's one of the other people we could ask. Don't tell me you don't know who else I'm talking about." I looked straight at him with a raised eye brow

He face scrunched up. Yup he knew. Now obviously you all know there's more than just us. All created by the imagination of the fans. First it was only me and Anti because we decided if might be fun to fuck around with the human version of ourselves. Though they didn't just pop up. We did create them. Not in a Frankenstein way. In our own way which I won't go into detail about.

"Yeah now do me a favor and contact all of them. I have to go check if Y/N is okay. I'll tell him what to do in case things don't go well." I put the paper plate in the trash cause well...I broke all the plates last time. Living room was still a mess too. I didn't have time for that though. I'll clean it once everything is over.

I was already out the door leaving anti to do the rest of contacting our help.

*Narrators POV*

Anti had gone back into his room to start doing his own work. He pulled a laptop from underneath the bed and started a Skype call.

There was a bit of static at first but then the imagine became clear. On the other side was a man known as Jacksepteglitch. (JG for short) He had regular brown hair with his bright green sweater and black jeans. His eyes were red one one side and green on the other, his iris' were white. A bit creepy looking.

JG: well well well long time no see Anti. What can we do for you?

Jacksepteglitch stuttered over his words as if he glitches in real like. (I didn't want to type it out because it would've taken a while. Sorry.)

Anti: well first off, before you say no, I'll tell you right now I'll pay you back for this.

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