The Threads That Bind Us: An AntiSepticEye Origin Story

Epilogue - October 2017: T̶i̴m̸e̸ i̸s̴ B̸r̵o̵k̶e̴n̸

Jack sat in front of a pumpkin with candles strewn about the table. Another year had past, and he found himself carving yet another pumpkin for a video – but this time with a twist.

He peered out of a monocle while a fake moustache bristled above his upper lip. Dressed in a blue vest and a dapper bowler hat, he grabbed a carving knife among a variety of tools. Waving it around with caution, he practiced miming an array of actions and emotions in preparation for recording.

After a few minutes, he stood up and checked the camera – fiddling around with the settings.

"You know, that's my favorite knife," a familiar, unsteady voice remarked from behind.

Jack turned around, "You have a favorite knife now?"

Anti, configured in his most well-known appearance, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, "Don't judge me, Jack."

"Oh, I'm long past that," Jack grinned. "Especially after I saw you crocheting."

For once, Anti's mouth dropped in genuine surprise, "Mother Fu-"

"Hey shhhh!" Jack interrupted. "You'll get us demonetized."

"It can be edited out," Anti said flicking his wrist. "Wait... you're not even recording!"

"The better question is what are you even doing here? JJ is supposed to be here any minute to help me record this video."

"Could you just listen?" Anti exclaimed.

"Ya know, you seem to be forgetting an important word," Jack said touching his chin, as if he was trying to recall something. "What was it again?"

Anti grumbled before saying the word through gritted teeth, "Please?"

"Alright, you have five minutes."

"It's just, I'm afraid I've been thinking."

"That's a dangerous pastime."

"I know, but," Anti paused, trying to arrange his words. He must have really cared about this idea. "The 'Kill JackSepticEye' video we did a few months ago made me wonder – What if we connected the egos stories together beyond just one video?" he continued. "Not all at once, but like a... uh..."

"A series?" Jack suggested.

"Not quite. I mean, maybe it could lead to that. But it could start small, incorporating it into certain 'let's play' videos – like it's all just a glitch in the system! Something the fans aren't supposed to see."

"And let me guess, you're the evil mastermind behind it all?"

"Of course!" Anti confidently grinned. "Who else could it be?"

"The fans did enjoy the cryptic clues you left behind," Jack added.

"That's why we should give them something to actually theorize about! I'll get the gang to pitch their ideas for the plotline."

"We can set up a game for them," Jack said, thinking about the online community. "The same way you set it up for me."

"Exactly – reveal everything slowly, in bite sized pieces over a long period of time. Keep them guessing! The story of seven realities converging together in one place where time is broken."

With a grin, Jack recalled a line he hadn't heard in months, "Have you forgotten or are you just too afraid to remember?"

"His body was weak!" Anti added to the inspiration.

"I am a turtle!" Jack exclaimed through laughter.

Anti narrowed his eyes, "Oh shut up."

"No, this is brilliant," Jack reassured. "This is the kind of creative project I was looking for."

"No need to thank me," Anti smirked.

Jack turned around to continue tweaking the camera, but soon his eyes drifted into thought. His face lit up.

"Wait," he said, whirling around to face Anti again. "How busy are you in December?"

Anti tried not to laugh, "I'm dead, Jack. I have all the time in the world," he laughed. "Hold on... you're grinning just like me. What are you scheming?"

"I think I have a new idea for an upcoming charity livestream..."

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