"I'm stronger than you are!" Fyre sang as she danced carelessly around the void. Three other figures- Anti, Dark, and Jackson- stood a few feet away from where I was, none of them acknowledging my presence. Anti scoffed.
"You mildly burned my Holder. We," Anti pointed out. "Are still fine." Dark jumped in.
"Besides, you managed to get your own Holder nearly killed. She's injured now, and that means that YOU are weaker. Whether we like it or not, we still depend on our Holder for a physical form, so don't go messing that up!"
Fyre rolled her eyes, pouting. She crossed her arms over her chest.
"So what? I needed to do something fun! I've only been let out of this stupid void a few times in the past twelve YEARS! I'm too restless to stay here, and this is my chance!" Fyre whined. Jackson smirked and muttered to himself.
"And THAT is why I'm glad to NOT be one of you." Fyre glared at him.
"Stop while you're ahead, Dummkopf." The others looked at her confused. I suppressed a laugh. 'Dummkopf' was one of the terms I had learned specifically to insult my friends in a language they didn't know. Fyre glanced in my direction, the first time someone noted my being there. I grinned at her.
"I just might make that your new nickname, Jackson!" Jackson growled.
"You are... insufferable."
And at that moment, I woke up.
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The Demons- JackSepticeye/Markiplier
FanfictionEveryone remembers where they were the moment when they heard of the Demon Tracker. It changed the world, you know, the fact that there was scientific proof of Demons. It changed everything. Highest Rank: #67 in antisepticeye
