Iplier House

Intruder in the Iplier House

Thrilled that he had finally found the place, Antisepticeye glitched with excitement as he knocked on the door. He giggled as the door opened, then groaned as he saw who it was. "The robot." He muttered.

"Antisepticeye?" Googleplier watched him carefully. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh... you know..." Anti giggled. "Just came by for a visit. Is Darkiplier home?"

Google narrowed his eyes. "You and Darkiplier do not get along."

Anti shook his head. "Sure we do! Is he home?"

"What is your purpose?" Google asked.

"I told you, just a visit." Anti hissed, glitching. "But it's about to be, ripping an android apart. Let me in."

"You did not say OK Google." Google retorted, before slamming the door in his face.

"OK Google!" Anti screamed in frustration, before quickly walking around the building as he searched for another way in. Grinning, he glitched his way over the back fence and was approaching the back door when someone ran into him, full force, knocking him to the ground. Grunting, he placed his hand into the goo, that was now on his shoulder. "What is this muck?" He muttered, his body glitching in and out of reality.

"I am... King of the Squirrels." The man who had run into him panted, laying beside him on the ground.

Anti glared at him, his eyes going dark. "Are you covered in..." He hesitantly sniffed his hand, curling his upper lip. "Peanut butter?"

"Uh huh." King grinned, and glanced over at Anti. "Did you want some?"

"What? No. Where is Darkiplier?" Anti hissed, sitting up and wiped at the peanut butter on his shoulder.

King slowly sat up and placed his hands on his cheeks, readjusting his peanut butter face mask. "Uhhhh... I don't know. He's around probably, or maybe not... sometimes he's out doing something."

"You're extremely unhelpful." Anti grunted.

"Hey! People say that to me, a lot!" King grinned proudly.

"I bet they do." Anti muttered, getting up. "I'd consider killing you, if it didn't feel like an extreme waste of my time."

King stood up, placing his hands on his hips. "I am rodent royalty!" He declared, as if that meant something, and then turned, running off again.

Anti shook his head, rolling his eyes as he glitched back onto his feet. He tried to consider if the statement had meant he was worth killing because he was royalty or that he shouldn't be killed because of that, before remembering that he didn't care one way or the other. The black finally drained from his eyes, as he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then he tried the back door, a wicked grin crossing his lips as it easily slid open. "Oooooh, Darkiplier!" He called, his voice raising in pitch as he glanced around the living room. A face he almost could have confused for the man he was hunting, popped up from the couch. The white lab coat and head mirror gave him away though. "Where's your leader?" Anti hissed, glitching.

"Have you considered some mood stabilizers? To stop the glitching?" Dr. Iplier asked, looking him over.

"I already have a doctor." Anti glared at him. "Where's Darkiplier?!"

Dr. Iplier stood, smoothing out his lab coat. "I highly doubt getting the two of you together will stop the glitching."

"I'm not here to stop the glitching!" Anti screeched, his body twitching violently as the sound of static began to fill the room.

"You should be." Dr. Iplier tilted his head. "Because you're dying."

"I'm already dead, cunt wad." Anti glitched erratically, his voice pitching. "Where. Is. He."