Ouija - Danti/Septiplier Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty Six

I walked down the narrow hall, carefully eyeing each room. They were all dead quiet, making me more frustrated on finding where he could've went.

I continued on, passing a door that was open wide, an amber glow against the walls and door. Abruptly stopping, I watched as a shadow grew on the door, cascading to show a figure holding a long object as sparks hovered above it.

Grinning confidently at obviously finding Nate, I let myself inside the room, looking at him sat at a circular table in the corner.

   "Nate, there you ar-!" I said before he tensed, dropping the staff, the sparks and aura hovering around it fading away.

  "Dude, come on," he groaned, setting the staff onto the table swiftly as he stood up, facing me.

   "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt your magic or whatever," I said apologetically, eyeing the staff, which seemed to be repaired for the most part, not including the orb. That was still cracked into two.

   "It isn't just magic, it's spells and knowledge and.. stuff. What do you want?" he explained, gesturing to his staff before turning back to me.

I gazed over his shoulder at the book, laid opened on top of the table beside his staff. He followed my gaze quickly, growing silent when he noticed what I came for.

   "Oh, no, no no no," he bellowed, stepping in front of my view to it, "not a chance."

I narrowed my eyes in annoyance. "Come on Nate, not just one page? I really need to see how–"
   "How to leave this realm, yeah I know. And you are not having it."

I sighed. "Why not? I can tell you want me gone anyway, I've clearly been annoying you."
Nate shook his head, laughing slightly.
  "No, no, it's not that. Having you even get a slight chance in leaving the realm will cause so much chaos, and a tremendous amount of energy being drained," Nate explained, some words toppling over others.

I squinted in confusion. "What energy? Since when?"

Nate grew silent again, staring at me. He stood for a long moment before muttering and turning back to the table, pulling his prior seat out and sitting on it. "Sit down. There's a lot to explain to your half-baked head of yours."

I rolled my eyes, making my way to the seat across, eyeing him. He threw his hand onto the book, gazing coldly at me. "And don't you think about taking it."

I chortled at his significant act of guarding over the book, but nodded in compliance anyway. Leaning back, I let him begin to explain more about the process of leaving.

"Well, to start off.. if you do indeed get your way out of this place, the whole realm will hear about it, no doubt. And that's bad on me and Dark's part, considering you'll be gone, leaving us here to deal with the bombardment of spirits wanting to go back home as well,

and it'll be almost as impossible as a pig flying to let every demon go back home. That's where the energy comes in," he explained, his eyes moving around the room.

I decided to stay silent as he explained, since I was already annoying him- or at least from what I saw.

"To go back home.. I have to open a portal, basically. And that isn't easy my friend. It wastes almost all energy I can use, and doing this for you would result me in having to recover it over a large span of time. And I'll probably fuckin' die or something if I open portals for every individual demon here."

I nodded slowly, comprehending the information.

"Do you really want to leave us? I mean, leave this place?" Nate suddenly asked, a change in his tone.

I locked eyes with him, frowning slightly.
"I.. I just, don't want to be here, where Felix died. Like I said, there's more bad memories here currently than good.." I uttered, running my hands down my hair.

Nate sighed. "But, you have nobody else back there. Your friends are here now-"
"I only have Dark and you, Nathan," I interjected through my teeth.

Nate glared at me momentarily before relaxing.
"Isn't that enough, though? Hell, Dark has more people back home than you, honestly. I don't mean to offend you, but.. you really should just stay here, Anti."

I stared at him longingly, muttering.
"This isn't Jack anymore, and I hate it. I wanna be myself. And the only way to do that is by.. going home," I explained with a hint of sorrow, before leaning in closer to Nate.

"Please, Natemare. As much as I love Dark, and enjoy your friendship.. I need this. Please, for me. I can't stand it here. I love Dark with all of my heart, but, please.. for me."

Nate huffed our a breath, looking away as his features fell into a sorrowful representation.
"Anti.. are you sure? I mean-"

I groaned, interrupting him quickly.
"I'm sure. I'm positive. Please.."

Silence filled the room, causing me to grow anxious. My eyes were locked on Nate, studying his expressions despite him being turned away.

He breathed in quietly, looking back at me.
   "Fine. We'll do it tomorrow."