After a few hours, I'm ready to go and face the Iplier's and other septic egos. I let Anti drive since he's so great at it.
He's great at a lot of things.
When we pull into Markiplier Manor, the first thing I see is Marvin's truck.
Oh shit. Marvin and Jackie are here.
I hope Anti will be okay.
We park and walk up to the door. Anti knocking a little louder than necessary. We are met with a blank staring Darkiplier. Unlike Anti, Dark might actually be evil.
Or maybe he just acts that way around the septics. That would make sense.
"Hey Dark," I say awkwardly. He's hella intimidating.
Then he smiles slightly at me. Oh shit. Is he sick? Is he fucking dying? I've never seen Darkiplier smile.
Anti seems unfazed. Obviously, Dark is a close friend to Anti.
"What's up bitch," Anti says as we walk into the giant house where all the Iplier's live. They don't get along very well but they manage.
Dark rolls his eyes and ignores Anti, nodding his head.
"Hello to you both, everyone except for the doctor's are here, apparently, both had to work a little late today, so we shall see them later, come, let's go to the living room," he says, motioning for me to go ahead.
I leave the two demons, not really interested in what they were now whispering about, but I did catch something interesting.
"If that neko pet or super zero say any shit about you, I'm beating their asses," the Iplier demon says with a growl.
Yep, close friends. I can't say I won't be kicking their asses with him if they talk shit about Anti, even with PMA, I can make an exception every once and awhile.
I walk into the living room and run into Wilford Motherloving Warfstache and Jameson Jackson on the couch sharing a loving kiss.
I smirk. I love Jamie, but teasing him is hilarious.
"Well, well, well, looks like Warfstache has been getting lucky," I say, making both egos stare at me with two completely different faces.
Jameson's embarrassed frown was funny but not as funny as Wilford's smirk and thumbs up I have been rewarded with.
I laugh and sit down next to Yanderiplier, who I hadn't noticed sitting there til now.
"Oh, hey Yan! How's school been going, bro?" I ask, not paying any attention to the little spots of blood on the skirt of his school uniform.
Nope. Don't wanna know.
"Its great Chase! I'm getting good grades!" He says happily. He's such a smart kid. If only he could get his mind off of that poor boy he calls his senpai.
I smile at him, then turn to see the one and only Bingiplier and his twin Googliplier walk into the room.
I missed Bing so much. I missed his smile. You can never have a frown when Bing is smiling. He won't allow it.
"Bing," I say, waving politely. I'm not sure how he will act now that I haven't talked to him in months.
But I'm relieved when I see his smile. He rushed up to me and holds his hand out. I take it and I am pulled into a tight hug.
"I missed you dude," is all he says before letting me go and sitting on the other side of Yan.
"How are the boys?" He asks, his sunglasses making me see my reflection.
I smile sadly and nod.
"They're fine Bing, how are you? Sorry I haven't been around recently," I say, hoping to change the topic.
"I'm fine dude, I get it, you're a family man, you got responsibilities dude," he replies. This is why he's my best bro, he's always understanding.
"You said dude twice in that sentence and I hate it," I hear Google say, I turn and see him on the chair on the other side of the couch Wilford and Jameson are sitting on.
"Google bro, whats up?" I say, smiling at the man in the blue shirt.
Google glares playfully at me. Most people can't tell when Google is serious and when he is joking due to his lack of emotional expression, but honestly, it's not that hard.
"Do NOT call me bro, Brody," he says, rolling his eyes.
"Don't call me Brody, Bro," I joke back, earning another eye roll.
"Google, I'm serious though, my name is Chase, Chaaaaase," I say, putting infestation on my name.
Google glances at me with a smirk.
"I know this Brody, I know a lot of things," he says with a wink.
I look around to see if anyone else saw that, or if all the Iplier's are sick and trying to tell me without actually telling me. Google never winks.
But unfortunately, James and Wilford are kissing again, Bing and Yan are arguing about some anime, and Anti and Dark, who I just noticed walk in, are still whispering.
Great. Google shows some kind of gesture besides his creepy smirk, and I'm the only one who saw it. No one will ever believe me.
My eyes catch something red and I turn my head to see who walked into the room now.
Jackieboyman and Marvin the magnificent stand in the door way.
I wave to them, and they wave back. Marvin waves to Anti shyly and sadly, which makes Anti smile a bit and he waves back, but the moment is ruined by Jackie putting Marvins hand down and glaring at the glitch.
I love Jackieboy as much as I love the others, but honestly? He's a bitch.
Darkiplier clears his throat and avoids looking at the two septics. At least they didn't say anything.
"Now, we are here to help Chase, you all know that," the dark ego says, motioning to me.
I freeze. Oh no. This is an intervention. God damn It!
"To help...me?" I ask, feeling very uncomfortable.
I get the septics and even Bing wanting to help me, but the other Iplier's? What?!
"Yes Brody, we need to talk about-" Google started, but quickly closed his mouth when he heard-
"If we're here to help Chase, why is glitch bitch here," Jackieboyman asks, completely cutting off Google and glaring at Anti.
I'm gonna punch him. I just might do it. No one calls Anti glitch bitch, he hates that name!
I turn and see a surprised Marvin. Obviously he didn't agree to be rude to Anti today.I turn back to check on Anti, but Darkiplier catches my eye. Looks like I really am not the only one who feels like punching Jackie, because I see Dark crack his neck, ready to fight.
Oh dear Lord give me strength.
Henrik please hurry up and get here...
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A Fuck Up I Need
FanficI thought we'd be together forever. It was supposed to be a happily ever after fairytale type shit. It's not. She left, she took the kids, my pride and joys. Life isn't a fairytale, I'm no Prince charming. I'm a fuck up. But maybe I can still g...