Danti- There are no strings on me

A Change in Plans

The meet and greet was to be held at the same park Anti had visited yesterday. Jacksepticeye and Markiplier were filming a video there and had invited fans to come along and participate. Anti was going to tag along. Most Hosts didn't know they had an Ego unless they'd seen them before. Anti and Jack had never met, so Jack would just assume he was another fan.

Anti had spent the majority of last night reading about him, learning boring facts that didn't really matter. He needed to blend in with Jacks real fans. He watched some videos, most of the latest ones, and holy shit this man could scream!

Anti had bought a new dark green T-shirt and dyed his hair again. He had a knife hidden in his belt, and one thrown into his pocket. He wondered if he'd see Dark again. God, he hoped so. He didn't know why but he could have sworn he'd heard that name before. He couldn't place it, though.
By the time Anti had gotten to the park, it was already packed with fans wearing merchandise supporting both of the YouTubers. Anti could sense a few Egos, they could probably sense him. He paid them no mind. Give him an hour – he could be one of the most powerful Egos on the planet.

Neither Jack or Mark had arrived yet, so Anti wandered over to a swing-set to waste time. He was just small enough to fit into it, swinging his feet slightly.

Anti could swing his feet harder. He could start swinging so fast, he actually went a full 360 degrees around it. He'd done it before. He'd also fallen off. Straight onto his ass. There were a lot of teenagers here with phones – he didn't really need that video floating around the Internet.

"So, this is what you do in your spare time. Stalk YouTubers at the playground."

Anti recognised the voice immediately. He grinned a shit-eating grin. "Oh, Mr Mysterious! My, I thought I'd lost ya forever!"

Dark was standing behind Anti, leaning on the pole holding up the swing set. Again, he was dressed far too expensively for the occasion. A black suit, red tie, neatly combed hair. Although he'd coloured his hair again, Anti hadn't actually brushed it or tried to make himself presentable. There was a very questionable red stain on the end of his pants that he was hoping everyone else would just ignore.

"So tell me, Darky, what're you here for? I'd say it's fairly obvious why I'm here." Anti turned around on his seat, facing the other man.

Dark glared. "To make sure you don't go and do something stupid."

"Me? Stupid? I mean, what do you consider stupid?"

"Mindlessly killing off very important people."

Anti scoffed. "He's a fuckin' YouTuber. He ain't that special."

Dark stepped closer. Anti was taller than him when standing up - he knew that, but he still made himself look intimidating. It was a massive turn on. "A famous YouTuber coming around to visit the one and only Markiplier. The news gets wind that he was torn to shreds at a park by an Ego. There'll be reporters and people all over the place. Worse yet, it could draw stronger Egos here to challenge you. Put you back in your place. You won't be here so I'll have to deal with that."

"Point bein'?"

"My point being that it'll make everything that happens down here a lot harder to do. It could put the Egos here in danger."

"An' what? You're, like, their protector or somethin'?" Anti jumped off the swing, landing with a bit of a skid in the woodchips. "Dark, I gotta take my chance. I kill Jackaboy here and I'm borderline invincible."

"I'm here to propose another idea." Had this fucker blinked since they'd started talking?

"Propose away."