Markiplier & Jacksepticeye Ego One Shot Stories

Respect

"When you think about how serious he is. I am a turtle!"

The creature's eyes narrowed, his sharp teeth clenched tightly as he scrubbed back in the video to watch it again. The man's joyous laugh tore through him, as his body twitched against his will. "Keep. Laughing." He hissed, pausing the video and leaned closer. "Keep. Mocking. Me." He snarled, his form shifting violently between realities. "I'll have the last laugh, Jack." His voice peaked up into a high pitched giggle. "ME!" The screen filled with static and he grunted in frustration, throwing himself back in his chair. He glared at the video as it reappeared through the fading static, absent mindlessly picking at the ever healing wound sliced in his neck.

"I almost broke you." Anti mused, grinning widely to himself. His body twisted, versions of himself freezing in mid air as his emotions flared out dramatically. A malicious grin, a snarl of anger and a steely gaze of determination before they fused back to one. "You were MINE!" He changed tabs to the video titled, 'My Toughest Year on Youtube'. "Almost." He snarled, scrubbing through the video. He giggled to himself before closing the tab out, and pulled open tumblr.

"But they SUppORTed you." He hissed, looking over posts in the Jacksepticeye tag. "They always support... you." He leaned close, his eyes disappearing behind a wall of darkness. "Always.. YOU." He snarled.

The man was weak. They had no reason to keep supporting him, keep following him. They did though. They supported him unconditionally. Not Antisepticeye though. No. They only supported what amused them.

"Fucking circles. I don't hate circles!" Anti hissed. "Eternal! I am eternal! Not..." He sighed out, his body glitching out of his control again. "Not a turtle."

Leaning forward, the monster placed his hands on the screen, the blackness of his eyes reflecting the computer monitor. He could see them... hear them. Sitting in their rooms... watching his videos. Laughing. They laughed with him though, not at him, like they laughed at Anti. "Glitch bitch." He hissed, noticing the girl peak her head. She'd heard him. Good. He moved to another room, listening to the laughter, then another and another. Puppets. Every last one.

Sitting back, he blinked, his eyes draining back to their normal colour and he slumped down in the chair. "There is NO strings on me..." He growled. The buzz of static rose up around him and he tried to force the noise back down so he could hear himself talk. Hear himself think.

"I WILL break him. " Anti snarled. "I am here." He cackled to himself, looking over the posts. "I have always been here. He IS mine. They..." His body twisted again, twitching around as the freeze frames appeared once more before disappearing. "They will be mine!"

He scrolled through the tumblr again, shaking his head. "They don't see him... for what he IS." He glitched a hand through his hear, bearing his dagger like teeth. "They can't! He has them all wrapped up in strings." He shook his head, giggling to himself. "Puppets."

"I could save them." Anti's eyes focused on a fan drawn picture of himself. "Or I could TAKE them." He giggled, noticing a post talking about the 'Glitch Bitch'. "MY puppets!" He smirked. "Huh, Jack?" He suddenly turned his head to the side, looking into the corner where there was a man bound in rope.

The man, dressed in scrubs and a white coat, seemed to be awake now. Anti met his glare. "Don't give me that." Anti hissed, in response to the accusing expression. "You kept SAVING him." He turned, getting up out of the chair and pointed back towards the computer. "Saving THAT!" He hissed, leaning down as his body twisted violently. "What about ME?!" He screeched, the doctor cringing and turning his head as the sound hurt his ears. "Who wanted to save Anti? Hm?" He fell into high pitched giggles. "No one! They wanted to LAUGH at me. They SUPPORT him! They LAUGH at me!"

He grabbed the doctor's face in his hand and turned it back towards him. "And you sided with him..." He glitched a hand through his hair, releasing his hold on the man's face and stepped back. "... and them. Now they think I'm you!" He giggled, taking a deep breath and forced his body to stabilize. "And zat is my chair!" He fell into giggles again, his body twitching wildly. "I think they bought it." He grinned. "They were excited to see you." The creature smirked as the doctor struggled to say something through the gag and then threw his head to the side in frustration.

"They always claim they're on fire when they see me." Anti snarled. "Soon... soon it'll be... different." He giggled to himself. "You'll see. They'll all SEE." He sat down at the computer again, once more ignore his captive. Even he wasn't sure what his next move was, but he would be respected... one way, or another.