You can't shut me out (Antisepticeye-Jacksepticeye Fanfiction)

Day 2 (Part three)

Author's note 

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The mirror shattered all over the floor, except for the shards that bore the letters D and V. Sean wanted so badly to know what this all was. He was confused about what he confused about! He had no idea what was happening at all; he was beyond lost. Suddenly, two faces appeared in the mirror. The mirror was still distorted with little cracks so Jack couldn't figure out who they were supposed to be. "Hey! Let me out of here! What is this?" One of the faces said. Jack's blood ran cold. The voice was shockingly familiar. He swallowed nervously. He didn't know for sure if he knew who it was, but he was terrified if it was.  The other face raised a fist and pounded the glass. "Let me out! Why the hell am I here? Get me outta here!" No no no no no no no no! Not this! Not them! Jack thought frantically. Anti took his clawed hands and reached through the glass to wrap his fingers around their necks. They started to gag and choke as Anti pulled on their throats hard. The two figures started to faze through the glass. Their heads and shoulders came through, then the rest of their bodies, almost as if the mirror was throwing them up. Anti threw them on the floor besides. They both slumped outside of the bathroom, coughing and clearing their throats. They were both young men, both in their twenties. One man had light brown hair and blue eyes. Those eyes were screwed shut as he continued to cough. One arm was supporting him as he laid on his right side and he used his left arm to cough into. His body was thin and he wore an open green zippy jacket with a gray shirt underneath and blue jeans with black Converse. He finished coughing and rolled over on his back and used his forearms to support him. When he opened his eyes and stared face to face with Anti, he immediately gasped and backed up into the bed. 

The other man was red-haired on top of his head and he had black natural hair on the sides. His eyes were brown and framed with black glasses. He had a strong built body and wore a gray and white flannel with black jeans and black and white Vans. He was on his back coughing into both his hands, his midsection contracting with every cough. This man looked like he slept in years. With a hand still at his mouth he looked up and witnessed Anti with his own eyes. He grimaced and backed up against the wall. He looked absolutely horrified. And so was Sean. What did Anti plan to do with his two friends, Markiplier and Cryaotic? Why would he need them out of anyone? When he was asking Anti what he was doing with the mirror, he said he was "Getting recruits." Why would he recruit Mark and Cry? What did they have that Anti would need? Anti looked over at his new victims, almost salivating with demented pleasure. He squinted his black eyes and cocked his head in happiness. "You....both...have...been...chosen. To serve me....with pride." Anti spoke, his voice so thick it was as if we was speaking with a mouthful of honey. Cry looked shaken to his core. "W-what do you want?" He asked. Jack wanted to scream at Anti. Cry sounded so young it was heartbreaking. This question made Antisepticeye smile so wide his smile stretched halfway up to his eyes. "No need...to worry. I will-" He cracked his neck sharply to the left- "take care of you." Mark started to breath heavily. His eyes darted back and forth. "No, you can't do this. We-we both have family and-" Anti erupted into evil, viscous laughter. "You think that will stop me? Nothing will stop me in my endeavors. You...can't...shut..me...out." Anti's eyes rolled to the back of his head, both eyes turning into black empty pits. Cry and Mark both equally shrieked. Sean raced to the mouthpiece. "ANTI DON'T DO THIS! NOT TO MY FRIENDS PLEASE!" He shouted. Anti was instantly annoyed and tired of Jack's consistent talking. He unsheathed one incredibly sharp nail and stabbed it through his eyeball. The nail traveled through his eye and entered his brain, then it stabbed through the TV and skewered Jack to the far wall. Jack stared at the long nail as it pinned him to the wall. The image was so grotesque and unreal he fell into black unconsciousness.