Antisepticeye VS Darkiplier

Darkiplier VS Antisepticeye

Darkiplier brewed inside the multidimensional field. Antisepticeye had angered him for the very last time. "The public should be mine!" Dark yelled out to no one in particular. The internet had erupted from Anti's latest move. He mumbled in a high pitched voice, mocking Anti, "I've always been here! Watching!" His anger against the glitching little brat had only grown and grown. He paced about the emptiness. Dark started to plot a plan. He refused to share the spotlight with Anti, always pulling it back and forth between the two. Dark wanted everyone in this world for his own. He needed his audience to know he was there. Dark knew to get rid of Anti, he would need the help of a trusted reporter friend.
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Antisepticeye daydreamed happily. Oh how happy he was after his latest antic. "The public loves me." He said to himself. His voice was layered and twisted, as if he was speaking over himself. He spun around in his chair, maniacally laughing. "Dark must be so jealous. He's always been jealous of me. After all, he used to be an emo!" Anti cackled at the thought. His evil joy was overflowing.

Although he was very different from his host, Jack, they did share an interest. Social media. Anti scrolled happily through Tumblr, seeing so much of himself, but not a thing of Dark. Anti laughed and rocked back and forth. He was twisting his knife in his hands when he felt himself whisked away to nothingness.

"Welcome to my home, Anti." Dark declared calmly. He gestured to the emptiness of the in between of multiple universes. No matter how frustrated he was, Dark was determined to remain calm. He performed what his fans love to call, "The neck thing." Anti smiled gleefully. "Did you like my little show? It was quite the spectacle, wasn't it?" His body glitched back and forth with joy. "I sure did," Anti said. Dark fixed his tie and looked Anti right in his black eyes. "I propose a challenge. A showdown, if you will," Dark said, with complete disregard for the question. Anti, although slightly confused, asked, "To the death? You know it wouldn't be fun otherwise." Dark sighed and replied with a simple, "Of course, you idiot."

Anti huffed with discontent. Anti didn't like being called rude names. He glitched forward and brought his knife to Dark's neck. "Don't call me an idiot again, because I will not hesitate to slit your throat," Anti said to Dark in a voice that could cripple any human. Dark gently removed the knife from his throat. Anti frowned at the motion, but did not respond. He just took a staggered step back, and crossed his arms. "So what's the deal with this battle? Anything fun for the fans as they watch you die?" Anti's voice had calmed. He may have been psychotic, but he knew how to handle himself. Dark's face instantly turned from calm anger to clear annoyance as he brought them away, again.

As the evil duo arrived at the grounds for the battle, they frowned. It was a giant wrestling arena. Even Anti, who loved his fun, shot Dark a dirty look. This place wasn't quite what either of them imagined. Dark and Anti walked around, inspecting the place. It had a lot of splendor, they would have to admit. Dark spoke out to the seemingly empty arena, "Now why is it you want us to fight here, of all places?" Wilford Warfstache made his appearance. He walked out onto the stage. Epic music played as he walked out, blowing kisses to the fans that had yet to arrive. Hooked to his elbow was a women, who looked strangely similar to him.

Wilford eventually arrived in front of Dark and Anti. He looked up to the stage booth, said stop, and the music was quickly cut off, silencing the arena once again. "What was the question again? I'm used to asking them," Wilford said, hooking his fingers around his grey suspenders. Anti gave Dark yet another dirty look. Wilford was not his idea of fun. Dark plainly asked, again, "Why is it that you want us to fight in an arena?" Wilford smiled and looked at the girl beside him. He dramatically looked back to Dark and slurred, "Publicity, and it creates more intrigue and drama. Obviously." He smiled and laughed obnoxiously. Anti, quick to avoid his responsibilities, said "If we wreck this place I'm not paying for shit." He crossed his arms, pouting. Wilford, again, looked at the woman at his side. She began to speak. "Wilford, go set up everything. I will explain the situation." He nodded and began to assemble a microphone. "Stage booth, honey. Go to the stage booth," the lady told Wilford. He mumbled something under his breath, and went to the stage booth.

"I'm Wilma Warfstache. If you couldn't tell already, I'm the female version of Wilford." Anti and Dark looked at each other in shock. Anti coughed and asked, "Are you guys-"  Wilma it him off. "Together? Yes, we could only ever love ourselves after all." She laughed obnoxiously. They were definitely the same person. "This is how it will work. The audience will be all your dark, mirror, anti friends. Cameras will be placed all throughout this arena. The only rules are that you can't use other people, and you must stay in view of the cameras." The pair shrugged and nodded. Dark and Anti could both agree to these rules. Dark, his calm manner regained, spoke up. "So the only thing to do is wait for our friends."

The arena did not fill up slowly at all. In a single second, it was blooming with people. Dark Amy, Anti Signe, Dark Tim, Anti Sam, were all in the arena at once. The bestest of Dark and Anti's friends were shown on gigantic TVs. Even Dark Chica was, earning plenty of awws. The wrestling ring itself had been removed, leaving a large empty space for the greatest showdown of all of time and space. The battle was about to begin. "Ladies and gentleman and of course all other configurations of being, welcome to Darkiplier versus Antisepticeye!" Wilford's voice boomed over the loud speakers that were placed all throughout the arena. Anti and Dark were on opposite sides of the large empty territory.Wilma walked across with a sign that said, Round One. Last Round.

Ding ding ding. The bells were off and so were Dark and Anti. Anti glitched a few feet at a time. He would slice cuts into Dark. They weren't very deep, but to Dark, hurt like hell. Anti placed an especially painful cut on Dark's lower abdomen. "You edgy bitch!" Dark screamed out. Anti pranced around as Dark held his stomach. "Did someone get hurt? Do you need Mark? You needed him to let you out" Anti giggled and laughed as Dark's shell broke slightly. "Someone's breaking" Anti shouted out. Dark looked straight at Anti and set his hair on fire. Anti started jumping around and patting at his head. "My hair! My fucking hair! You emo mother-" Anti screamed as he tried to put out the flame. Dark stood up straight and charged at Anti. Anti was thrown to the ground, his knife skittering across the ground. Dark pinned Anti down. "Not so powerful without your knife, are you, you rip off! I am the true dark king! I get applause for being ME! You get applause because of Jack and Robin building you up. You'll never stand by yourself, you leech." Anti didn't like being called rude names. He somehow glitched his knife into his hands and stabbed Dark in the gut. Dark fell over and clutched his side. Anti laughed sadistically. His laughter silenced the audience.

Dark managed to drag himself against a wall as Anti held his shoulder, which was injured when Dark attacked him. Anti was still giggling. Luckily, for Dark, he heals quite quickly. Luckily, for Anti, he recovered quite quickly. Dark zipped across to Anti. Dark wrapped his hands around Anti's face and neck, ready to snap it. "Any last words?" Dark asked. "Yes indeed." Anti's eyes widened and yelled "Dark Chica!" Dark's grip on Anti loosened as he looked over his shoulder for Chica. Dark Chica was fine, but Anti had produced the perfect distraction for him to glitch away. Dark's shell completely was destroyed once Anti got away. "You teasing bastard! You will pay!" Dark's voice went even lower and even more demonic.

A ring of fire trapped Anti with Dark. It would be impossible to glitch through the barrier without being severely burnt. Anti's head filled with Jack screaming. "Jack! Stop! AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!" He screamed with agony. The pain in his head only grew as Dark drew closer. Dark's physical body was freaking out. Dark was beginning to glitch uncontrollably. Anti was screaming from pain. In an instant, Dark fell to the ground and his flames came with him. Dark's body stopped glitching, but was bleeding at an incredible pace. Anti was holding his head. Jack had stopped screaming, but the residual pain was there. Bleeding out his nose and ears and mouth and eyes, Anti walked to Dark. If he had been normal, he would have killed Dark.

But Anti was not being normal. Pain riddled his body and his mind. For a moment, Anti could be taken as sane. He reached his hand down to Dark. "Take it and get up."

Dark pushed himself off the ground, growling. "What is this? Some sort of trick?"
"Dark you know just as well as I do that neither of us can win this. Not only would the survivor be permanently damaged, they would also receive the hate of all our fans."

Dark chuckled. "Any news is good news." His face returned to a natural state. A quick tie fix and Dark was back to normal. "Now I suggest you leave before I murder you."
"Love you too, Darkie!"

And both were gone in a moments notice.