"W҉h҉a҉t҉ ҉a҉r҉e҉ ҉y҉o҉u҉ ҉d҉o҉i҉n҉g҉ ҉ ҉h҉e҉r҉e҉?҉?"
Googliplier abruptly appeared beside Anti, his body glitching like Anti's which made his voice constantly change.
"I͇͖̟̯̖͕ͅ ̶̮̯̮̩a̯̲̹̞̩̗̼͝m͙͙̥̪͓̼͇ ̙͖̗͕̹͈͍à̞͈̺ ̳̀vi͇͎̲̘͈͠r͏̣u̷̜̟s͉͔͙̲͚ͅ,̝̬̥̦̲̝ ̖̝͔͕̫͉y̴̻o͕͈̻̙̥̬u c̘͈̼̫͈̜̮ạ͍͖͎͞n̥̘̱͔͔͚̤n͇̘̦̰̖͇̼o͖͕͔t̪͍ ̸̼̜s̨̳̱͇͕͔̪ͅț̵̜̝̬̼o̜̻͔̻p̘̘̥̝ ̵̳̼̜̲̠͎̬m̩e͎͟!̫̠̭͔̫" Anti snarled, pointing his knife at the newcomer.
"F҉i҉r҉s҉t҉ ҉o҉b҉j҉e҉c҉t҉i҉v҉e҉ ҉i҉s҉ ҉t҉o҉ ҉a҉n҉s҉w҉e҉r҉ ҉a҉n҉y҉ ҉a҉n҉d҉ ҉a҉l҉l҉ ҉q҉u҉e҉s҉t҉i҉o҉n҉s҉,҉" Google ignored Anti, glaring at the YouTubers.
"S҉e҉c҉o҉n҉d҉a҉r҉y҉ ҉o҉b҉j҉e҉c҉t҉i҉v҉e҉ ҉i҉s҉ ҉t҉o҉ ҉d҉e҉s҉t҉r҉o҉y҉ ҉m҉a҉n҉k҉i҉n҉d҉.҉" Google finished coldly, a wicked smile spreading on his face.
"How did you get here? What the hell is happening?!" Jack shouted in confusion.
"I҉ ҉w҉a҉s҉ ҉s҉e҉n҉t҉ ҉h҉e҉r҉e҉ ҉b҉y҉ ҉D҉r҉a҉k҉e҉ ҉t҉o҉ ҉d҉e҉s҉t҉r҉o҉y҉ ҉t҉h҉e҉ ҉v҉i҉r҉u҉s҉ ҉a҉n҉d҉ ҉p҉u҉l҉l҉ ҉e҉v҉e҉r҉y҉o҉n҉e҉ ҉o҉u҉t҉.҉ ҉I҉ ҉w҉i҉l҉l҉ ҉f҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ ҉h҉i҉s҉ ҉i҉n҉s҉t҉r҉u҉c҉t҉i҉o҉n҉s҉,҉ ҉b҉u҉t҉ ҉t҉h҉a҉t҉ ҉d҉o҉e҉s҉n҉'҉t҉ ҉m҉e҉a҉n҉ ҉I҉ ҉a҉m҉ ҉l҉e҉t҉t҉i҉n҉g҉ ҉a҉n҉y҉ ҉o҉f҉ ҉y҉o҉u҉ ҉l҉i҉v҉e҉.҉" Google explained cooly.
"W̝h̘̱át̸̫̠̳̗̬͈͍ ̪̼̟d̺̪͈̜o̳̕ ͎͖̪̼͎͎͠y̞̦̦͜ò̱̺͚u̥̗͖ ̸̺̜̦̻͍̺̩s͏̱̟̟͙͚͈ͅa̲̗y͙̻̗͓̪̺͟ ҉͉̯w̼̤͙e̛͍͙̞͖̹ ͖̦͇̯̩̖͇w̨͕o̵̪̩͙̯̫̝͚r͙̥͡k̰̳̘͈̺̣̣ ̢̫t̟̜͖̰͉͚o̠̳̰̖̞̱͍͘g̛e̻̻̕ͅt̶͙͔h̻e͇̜̝̱̜̰͉r̟̬͉ ̡̞̭ț̸o̞̯̜̭͈ ͟ḓ̭̞̖̬͎͓͢eṣ̀t͉̹r͏̝̘̙o̢̩̹y͈̰͕ ̦̝m͓̻̯͖̞̫a͎̗nk̙̭̠i̡͕̗n̛͇͉͚d̶ ̰̗̼̬̤͍̝a̙̩̼̱̜ń̹̘d͇̖̞̣ ̹̗̗̫m̠͠a̹̰ͅk̢̳̞͍̤̰͓͖e̡̪̘̦͍ ̜͙̥̰̀a͕̰̪̤̫̠̰ ̰̼̥̺ņ̬̬̹̫̰̟̭ę̯̖w͔̱̺͔̜ ͍͙̗w̴o̴̖̟̠̣r̴͓͚̦͚̫̫̺l̹͔̬̟̟̣d̜̦̼̲͉̜̹ ̫̠̜j͕̼̥̼̻̩̘ụ̸̪s͇̗̤͈̹̝̺t̝̖̜͙̠ ̰͙̻͇̩͙f̴̦o̩͕̟͉͎r̺̻̩̰̘͔̮ ̬̭us̠?" Anti proposed gleefully.
"I҉ ҉b҉e҉l҉i҉e҉v҉e҉ ҉t҉h҉a҉t҉ ҉w҉o҉u҉l҉d҉ ҉b҉e҉ ҉t҉h҉e҉ ҉b҉e҉s҉t҉ ҉c҉o҉u҉r҉s҉e҉ ҉o҉f҉ ҉a҉c҉t҉i҉o҉n҉ ҉t҉o҉ ҉t҉a҉k҉e҉.҉" Google nodded.
"You can't leave here though, you're both just viruses." Dan pointed out smugly.
"Ò̜͈͓̠͎̭h̰͈̲͕̮̫̦,͚̼̰̲̙̱ ͖̯w̸̩̟̙͍͎e̼̙͎̙̤̯ ̪̞͢c̥͈͈͖̠ͅa͖̣̲n̵͔'̸̝̰̙͓̟t̟̣̟̹͉̖͙ ͔̬̖̞̩ḷ̪̜̜̝̺̰͘e͕̘͍͍a̞͘v͏͚̞è̙̣̖̦͓?̝̳̬͡" Anti laughed before lunging towards Jack, grabbing his head with both hands.
Instantly the two disappeared without a trace.
"What the hell?!" Ethan exclaimed.
"G҉ro҉o҉d҉b҉y҉e҉" Google smirked before grabbing Mark's head and disappearing as well.
"What are we supposed to do?!" Matt interjected.
"I don't know." Tyler admitted with a frustrated growl.
Suddenly the YouTubers started disappearing one by one, Mariah being the last one before everyone was gone.
Everyone was in their chairs that they were sitting in before the game started, the wires still connected to them.
"That was a weird game." J-Fred groaned, pulling the wires off of his head before sitting up.
"That's an understatement." Bryan chimed in as he stretched his arms high over his head.
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New Save File (Sequel to Not So Virtual Reality)
FanficSequel to Not So Virtual Reality (I highly suggest reading that first before this one)