Antisepticeye Oneshots

The Last One Left

One by one, the egos were disappearing. It started after Jack had vanished from his hospital bed. Everyone was in a panic, most of all Dr. Schneeplestein, who was watching over him at the time. Apparently his excuse was that he fell asleep in the night. When he woke up, Jack was gone without a trace. Chase didn't buy it.

The moment Jackieboy Man heard the news, he searched the whole city for Jack. He asked around, but nobody had seen anything remotely suspicious. For days, there was nothing until one person came forward saying they saw a certain green-haired man. Only, Jack didn't have green hair anymore. All of the egos knew who it was, but all were afraid to say anything, as if saying it would make it undoubtedly true.

The next day, Jackie was nowhere to be found. JJ was gone, too. They lived together, so it made the most sense that they were taken together.

Dr. Schneep locked himself in his house, according to Chase. He didn't answer his door, or the phone. Chase was worried he had gone on another "vacation". He was probably still mad about the last time the doctor left. Eventually Chase got so worried that he kicked in the doctor's door. But it was too late. His dog was found hungry and alone, probably waiting for her owner to come back home.

After that phone call, Chase went radio silent. Who knows what he did after finding the doctor. Maybe he was taken the moment he hung up. Marvin didn't bother checking his house, because he knew. He knew.

Now, Marvin was in the recording room, in Jack's body, and curled up on the floor. He didn't know how he got the chance to get control of his body, since he thought Anti would never give it up once he had it for himself. It could be a trap, but he would rather be out here than in the place in Jack's mind, where Anti could easily find him.

Jack's phone was in his bedroom. He was too afraid to get up and get it. He couldn't record a video. The community would never know what was happening. Unless Anti told them already...

He was unable to sit still from his constant trembling. His hands were wrapped around himself in a hug, but it made him feel no safer. He sniffed, his eyes searching the room frantically for anything that felt off. Eventually, Anti had to give up, right? He would get tired at some point. Or Marvin would get tired first.

He sniffed again, then wiped his nose with the back of his hand. There was blood left on it. A familiar sign. He realized that he had to do something soon or it would be his end.

He went against everything his brain was telling him and put his hands out in front of him. Slowly, he began crawling toward the camera as silent as possible to listen for Anti. When he got close enough, he pushed Jack's chair out of the way and stood on his knees. Then he realized the camera was already on, although he didn't remember turning it on before.

He grabbed it violently, pointing the lens haphazardly at himself. His thoughts tumbled out of him in unintelligible rambles, pleading for help. He swallowed hard, realizing that they would never be able to understand him.

He sucked in a shaky breath, trying to get himself together. Instead, he let out of choked sob as his eyes filled with tears. "H- help me, p- please. You- you have to stop him or he's going to—"

His body convulsed, forcing a sob from his lungs. He let go of the camera and dug his fingers into his unkempt hair, his nails leaving indents in his scalp. His body was pulled into a fit of hysteria, he couldn't control himself. He had no idea what was happening to him, until he felt a grin on his face, and his sobs began to sound like laughter.

He didn't want to laugh. Why was he laughing? He burst out with high-pitched, manic giggles that weren't his own. His hand flew to cover his mouth, stifling the sounds. "Stop it," his voice came out muffled, but he continued repeating himself until he was a crying, pleading, helpless mess on the floor. It felt like it went on for an eternity, like time had slowed to an absolute crawl.