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

Day 3 (Part one)

Author's Note  

YOU GUYS SERIOUSLY NEED TO STOP YOU'RE GONNA GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK 500 READS???!! THANK YOU SO MUCH I WANT TO HUG YOU ALL UNTIL YOU SUFFOCATE!! (then revive u back with a smooch) We are no where near done but I seriously want to know what stories you guys want to read next from me, so please keep commenting I get so excited (almost too excited lol) when I read them! People have been saying it's the best thing they've ever read on Wattpad and I can't believe that people are saying that about MY work it's just mind blowing. I want to say so much more but I'm sure you want to just read the damn story so go ahead and read my loves thank you so much~

Three men were dragging a big, lumpy object down a dusty road and muttering to themselves how this wasn't supposed to happen tonight. One in particular, a man in a black and gray striped suit, kept having to stop for short periods of time to readjust his glasses. Their backs were turned as they all dragged a big sheet down the dusty and sandy expanse. Everything was...blurry and fuzzy at the edges. One man almost looked like he stepped out of a Tim Burton movie, with a black suit with blood spattered all over it; it's impossibly skinny frame with metal arms pulling the corners of the sheet. What? What is this? Is this another nightmare? Everything slowly swam into place, and the picture made a bit more sense. 

Everything suddenly became clear all at once. The sides became more focused and the whole picture came into one. The stick thin man was not an exaggeration of the mind, it was actually stick thin and it somehow wore a suit that wrapped around it's body. Pieces of code furiously swirled around him, almost portraying it's current emotions. The man with the black and gray striped suit had dark hair and a very long jagged silver knife in his side pocket. And the third, was a man everyone knew. He had a shock of green hair on his head; strands in disarray and tumbled like bed hair. His muscles corded underneath his spotted tight black shirt, and his jeans were covered in dark substances. They all arrived far out into the desert, and they stopped at a big hole in the sand. They dropped the big white sheet with a thud into the hole, sending sand particles flying in the air. By this time, Jacksepticeye was fully awake. He had watched the entire thing unfold while lying on the cold floor, and he was wondering how big of a mess Anti had gotten into. The last thing he remembered was a huge nail screwing him to the wall like an ornament, and everything went black. He touched the bare skin that had been assaulted by the huge nail. The skin was smooth and freckled like normal. How much had he missed? He had no idea. He looked at his surroundings. He was still in the same black and white room, with it's blinding white walls and black furniture. Still one outstanding red wall stood out above the rest, but another blood red wall was adjacent to it. "I missed a full day? What has Anti been doin'?" He whispered. It was just one day closer to being done with this God-forsaken deal, but he hated that he missed so much. 

He looked to the TV. Anti was sitting down, one leg drawn up to his knee and one arm resting on that knee. The man in the striped suit was standing around, looking all around him paranoid. Jack froze for a second and took a closer look at the striped suit man. His glasses, his hair, the way his hands fidgeted like he was nervous...no. It couldn't be. This couldn't be his friend Markiplier. Had Anti brainwashed him to be on his side of the fight? Sean thought back to the day he was impaled. He saw his friends Cry and Mark being dragged out of the mirror that summoned them. What did Anti say when Jack asked what he was doing? He physically hit his head to remember. Jack sat up and paced the room, walking back and forth from the TV to the couches laid out. He played around with his bracelets and worried at his t-shirt hem and bit his fingernails until it came to him quickly. Yes, that's what Anti said! Antisepticye said he was "Getting Recruits." Then he took Mark and Cry from the mirror. Then Jack tried to save them (In the only way he knew how) and then Anti stabbed him. And of course, he had more nightmares in that wonderful period of unconsciousness. Some of the images he was subjected to were so horrible he started to sweat and taste bile in the back of his throat. So what has he missed? And was that Mark? Or someone else? Anti stood up and relieved the stick man of his duties of digging the dirt onto the sheet in the hole. Oh...Jack was still foggy in the beginning but now he realized...they were burying a body. 

"Jesus Christ." Sean said aloud. His eyes widened at the screen and took some steps back. They were burying a dead man. A corpse. A cadaver. A carcass. So many synonyms for one horrifying thing. Sean paled at the thought. He knew things would get bad, even terrible, when he agreed to this deal, and yes he thought about this possibility but he didn't actually think it would happen. Anti has killed a man. And he wore Sean's face. Oh Lord, would they get caught? Were there any witnesses? He hated being in suspense like this. He needed to know the answers because he didn't want to go to jail. Will I actually go to jail? Or a mental hospital? I can see the headlines: Local Gamer Jacksepticeye Has Become Clinically Insane. More of this story on page 12b. He couldn't bear the thought. Maybe this isn't the only the one they've killed. Maybe there's more and I've just been dead to see it. Stop it Sean. You're getting ahead of yourself and paranoid. I HAVE A RIGHT TO BE PARANOID, SHUT THE FUCK UP! He yelled at himself. He was at internal war with himself. He looked to the screen. Anti was now halfway done with burying the man. He scooped up dirt from the pile and poured it on the man. Jack had no idea what this man had to do with the huge top secret "Plan" Anti had prepared. Maybe he was lying the whole time. Maybe he just wanted to be human and go crazy for a few days then return back to his hell hole. If that was the case, Jack might just have to go into hiding after this is all over. 

Antisepticeye got up and put his hands on his hips. "So...didn't expect that to happen tonight." Darkiplier agreed and nodded his head. "Are you mad?" The stick thin man asked, his voice low and growling despite asking an innocent question. Anti thought about it, then slowly a huge smile spread across his lips. "HELL NO! That was fucking AWESOME!!  Did you see how much he bled? And he got his blood all over me clothes! We gotta do that again!" The eyes widened with excitement, like he was a kid in a toy store. And this livened the stick man a lot, if he even was alive Jack thought. "It was his fault for snoopin' round' the car anyway. You did good. We can't have anyone goin' around spreading shit we don't need. Especially with your outward appearance, Virus. But don't worry, the public will see enough of us soon. With that said, we have to get the main plan underway. So here it is. I won't go into much backstory, but my plan is to get my woman back, Samantha. Samantha and I have gone way back, and a long story short, someone literally backstabbed me and framed me and I met my fate at the hands of her father. Now my understanding is the man who betrayed me to her father is still in Ireland, but he went into hiding after he...did what he did. So with our new recruits in the warehouse, we can send them to scour every inch of Ireland and by any means, find that man. His name is Paulie Lazane. Once we find him and make him- by any means necessary - convince Samantha that he framed me and sold me out to her father to save his back, she will have me. Dark, Virus, what do ya think?" 

Dark? Virus? Who are they?  Anti is obviously addressing the man in the striped suit and the stick man but who were they? He didn't know. He didn't really want to know actually. Whatever Karma was coming his way he knew it would be Hell. The man in the striped suit..or Dark rather, shifted uncomfortably. "I-it seems...uh...short and..kind of anticlimactic." Anti looked up and stared at him. "What do you mean?" He asked. "Well I mean...after all of this, all of our powers and abilities and time, might I add, is going to be used to regain your love life? That's all your time and energy is being used for is for some woman? Some mortal? There isn't any hot demons that have crossed your path in the last 40 years-" Anti flared up and grabbed Dark by his necktie and pulled him close; his face bare inches from his nose. Dark looked horrified behind his glaring glasses. "It doesn't matter...what you think. What matters...is me...getting...Samantha. She is the only reason...why you are alive in the first place." He said low and threatening. He gripped Dark's tie so hard his Dark Magic sparked and created a green flame on his tie. He released his tie as the flame crawled up the accessory. Dark quickly swatted the fire and extinguished it; sweat dripping onto his glasses and fogging it up. He glared at Anti while his back was turned. "Ya know what? Fuck it. Excellent idea Anti. Couldn't think of a better one myself. Let's head back to that warehouse and tell the new recruits their objective while we still have time." Dark said, looking to the rising orange blue sun painting the dark sky. 

It's a short chapter I know but I wanted to give you guys at least something! So Jack is awake and he is being introduced to Dark and Virus and sort of pieced two and two together by himself. Please please PLEASE comment the next story you would like me to do after this one has been finished! Thank you!