Spreading (Antisepticeye, Darkiplier, Natemare, etc.)

One On One

Anti prepares to jump to the other roof, but is caught off guard when Sean throws himself at him. "Why do you keep doing that?!" The virus screeches. "If I keep doing it, how come you're always so surprised?" Sean retorts. Anti rolls his eyes and uses his strength to push Sean off.

Sean, however is not too impressed. Anti tries to jump again, but Sean pulls him back. He throws a punch, which Anti was not expecting, so it hits him right under his left eye. "Sean!" Matt calls. Anti glances back and pushes Sean even harder than before, shoving him into Matt. This causes the two of them to sprawl across the roof and land in a heap. Mark is stil wrestling with Darkiplier and Nate with Natemare. Anti takes this opportunity to jump to the other roof.

 
You groan as pain shoots through your left arm. Warm blood trickles down your forehead. You wipe it away before it gets in your eyes. "Ow," you moan as you try to get up. The pain rushing to your head causes you to lay back down. You hear a thud, which is unmistakably a set of feet. You roll a little and see Anti, who looks very ticked off. Thunder rumbles.

"Alright, ya little brat," he says firmly, "I have had it with you!" He begins to stomp toward you. You try to scoot away, but your back hits a large vent protruding from the roof. "You have tricked us, cut us off, killed one of us--" "That was Matt!" You protest. "You helped!" Anti yells. "And you've done so much more. Unless you come back with us into the computer, I can't let you live."

"You wouldn't let me live anyway, and you know it," you say through your teeth. Anti grabs you by the hair. "Ah!" You exclaim and kick him in the stomach. He drops you, but gives you a hard look. "You just don't know when to quit," he says. "If you hate us so much, why didn't you push Dark off while he was hanging next to Mark?"

"Because I was too focused on saving Mark," you answer. "Here's a question, how are you so strong? You're not even from this world!" "Tell me," Anti says crossing his arms, "when you were in the computer, were you any weaker than you were before?" You bite your lip, then say, "No." "Same thing with us," Anti says. "The physics are a bit different, but that's the only thing. But enough with that."

Anti reaches down and grabs your leg. You roll over again and jerk out of his grasp, but you land in your bad arm in the process. You cry out a little bit in pain, which may have been huge mistake. Anti takes two strides over to you. "What's the matter (y/n)?" He grabs your forearm. You grunt both in pain and annoyance when you see his familiar smirk. "Have a bit of an injury?"

He twists your arm, something that would have hurt, even if you weren't already injured. Your knees collapse, but Anti is mercilessly holding you up and continues to twist. You look up at him, tears blurring your vision. His green eyes are hard and cold, much like the precious stones they resemble. He effortlessly tosses you to the side. Thankfully, you land on your other arm, but it doesn't help much, as he walks back over for more.

"I can't believe what I'm seeing," Anti mocks. "(Y/n), the strong one, who didn't let a stab wound bother her." He kicks your gut, sending new pain throughout your body. "(Y/n), the smart one, who is able to talk her way through interviews, making her seem more confident than she is." Your eyes widen. "How would you know about any of that?" You ask in shock.

Once again, Anti grabs you by the ankle. But this time, he bends it upward, almost as if he's helping you stretch a muscle, only he's pushing too far. "Have you forgotten that we can see you through your computer?" He asks in a low voice. "We have seen every video call, every Skype interview, every online messaage that was supposed to be private." You cry out again as Anti pushes your foot beside your head. Your muscles just dont bend that far.

What I wouldn't give to be a gymnast right now, you think. You force your other leg up and kick Anti in the stomach. He doubles over a bit, but doesn't release you. Instead he squeezes your ankle harder. That combined with the pain in your arm is too suddenly too much, and you're all too aware of the blood that begins to drip into your eyes. You let your body cave as you close your eyes.

After a couple of seconds, Anti lets go. Tears stream down your face. You've had enough. Anti towers over you. "So you've given up?" He asks, instead of assuming like he normally would. He actually sounds a bit surprised. You don't even answer. You're just so exhausted, both physically and mentally, and you can't take it anymore. "Then I guess you've left me no choice." You barely flinch as you feel Anti lifting you once again.