We're Both Insane (Anti/Jack x reader/Evil Ego)

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Chapter 1

First off, this is a xreader. Second off, I'm making this because there's is one of these "Jack/Anti x Evil Ego/ you" (that I've seen). And that one was (sorry Author) horribly written. The grammar was terrible, many words were spelled wrong, and sentences were written incorrectly (words weren't capitalized, sometimes periods were not present). So I'm doing this. I hope you enjoy!

X Reader Guide List

Y/n= Your name
L/n= Last name
H/c= Hair color
H/l= Hair length (if you're hair is short, some parts may not make as much sense)
S/c= Skin color
F/c= Favorite color
S/f/c= Second favorite color
F/n= Friend's name
Y/t/c= YouTube channel
CORRECT ME ON GRAMMAR MISTAKES, PLEASE! Ok, now for the story.

Y / n

I woke up in a white room with a bed and a bathroom. Where the hell was I? Memories flooded back to my mind...

"If you enjoyed today's portion of daily potatoness, smack the like button likes it's your ex. Have a good day, my jellyfish! Bai!" I held up a kawaii peace sign to the camera after shouting my outro and turned off the camera.

"Ok. I'm prepared for 17,000 hours of editing. Les do dis." I said out loud.

Suddenly, I got a text from my "best friend". She sent a picture of her lying naked with my now ex-boyfriend. The caption? "Glad you're not here, bitch."

I've never been the girl to break down crying for the next year. I just usually invited my friends over, making sure they didn't treat me like a baby and had a sleepover. But this, this pissed me off beyond words. My "best friend" had slept with my boyfriend for God knows how long.

I glared at my phone. I was so angry! Too angry. I knew what was happening, and I knew no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop it. E/E was coming out. Fuck.

E / E (Evil Ego if you forgot)

My eyes turned black. My irises glowed F/C. My nails grew long and sharp, not quite claws yet, though.

"First order of business..." I thought as I ripped the sleeves off of my F/C crop top hoodie.

"Much better," I said, rolling my head to pop my neck. I heard the satisfying CRACK and smiled. Most fans think I'm fake. Oh, how naive they are. I'm obviously real, though, some wish I wasn't.

I walked over to my window across the room and pulled my blinds up. I watched the people walking the streets of Brighton. Watching the innocent, unknowing people go about their day made me smile brightly. It's so cute how none of them know that I could kill them with the flick of a wrist or the snap of a finger.

I heard the door unlock and open, then close. I whipped around. There he was; the cheating bastard. I wonder how fake his lie of where he was would be this time.

"Hey, baby. Woah! What the hell is wrong with your eyes?!" He asked.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You're a cheating bastard! I should kill you. Right. Now. But I have mercy. This time." My voice was pitchy and demonic.

"You're a crazy bitch! I'm calling the asylum!" He screamed. I watched him dial the mental hospital. Minutes later, one of the hospital vans came. I felt myself returning. No!