"Dear diary. . .
It's been a while, huh? Can't even remember the last time I wrote in this damn thing. I've never seen the charm in doing so either, but here we are. Ironic, I say. Where do I start? Well, let's see. I'm staying over at Rosa's for a little bit until I get settled down here. Los Angeles is supposed to be called, "The place where dreams come true", but all I've gotten is a slam to the face, and a crazy bitch calling me a whore. It's home now, so I better start taking classes in insults if I'm ever going to survive. Anyways, I haven't even gotten to the best parts. Are you ready, diary? Of course you'll never be ready, you're basically a dead tree with leather on top of you. Actually, why don't I just make a new paragraph for the dramatic effect or whatever shit writers do. They deserve so much credit for making this look easy.
Anti and Dark got into a big ol' rumble the other day. I'm a nurse now, wooo... Well, I just wasted three seconds of my life making those three dots but I don't care, it looks good. Can you hear the sarcasm? Speaking of that, the devil is callin' now."
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A girl, with long dark brown hair, hides her special book quickly into her backpack stuffed into the corner of the bedroom. The room is dimly lit, sunlight shining through the curtains.
As she gets up, she passes four posters hung up on the wall; protected with glass frames. Each of them are signed by Thomas Sanders himself. It IS the Sanders Sides, after all. She opens the door, walking into the hallway and down the stairs, keeping a tight grip on the railing.
An Irish accent is heard all the way from up the stairs; it's distinct, you'd easily know who it is. The girl peeks from halfway down the steps. A smirk grows on her face, seeing the man with an ice pack against his hand, laying on the couch.
The girl's name?
Lyndsey
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Lyndsey: You called, your majesty?
Anti: *groans* What?
Lyndsey: Nothing.. nothing.. How's your wrist feeling now?
Anti: ..You don't want to know what I'm thinkin'
Lyndsey: I think I do if you're gonna give me that tone
The Septiceye takes a deep... deep breath.
Anti: ...I think I'm gonna murder Dark in his sleep
Lyndsey: Sure you are *giggles*
Suddenly, someone is heard going down the steps, following behind Lyndsey.. They peer over her shoulder, revealing their dark-blonde locks.
The figure pops up behind the Wasian (A mix of a white and an Asian), with a cheerful smile on their face.
THIS girl's name?
Rosa
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Rosa: HEY, GIRL!
Lyndsey: ROSA, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! *laughs*
Rosa: *laughs* Sorry, but you know I gotta make an entrance somehow
Lyndsey: *giggles* You do make the best entrances to a conversation
Rosa: *giggles* How are you, Anti?
Anti: ...I'm dead
Lyndsey: Come on, a broken wrist and foot are nothing once you recover one of them
Anti gives her a strong glare...
She gives it right back, matching his power.
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"What exactly happened between Dark and Anti?"
Well, that's a story for part TWO
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Ego Stuff (Season 1)
FanfictionHave you ever thought what it would be like if alter egos such as Darkiplier, Wilford Warfstache, Antisepticeye, Chase Brody, esc... actually existed? In this series, there are only two known humans who are rumored to actually see the egos, while t...
