ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader) [BOOK 2]

Anger {Egos x Reader}

(Y/n) P.O.V.

"He's afraid of us Anti, and for good reason. Look at what you've done to him. You're too abrasive." I say, facing my back to him. I'm working on some paperwork at the desk in my room. I always have to save their asses when any of the Septic egos get in trouble. This time it was Marvin. His street performances got a bit out hand, and he set fire to some dude's bakery. They'd probably all be in massive amount of debt from being sued or in jail without me. Anyways, right now Anti was trying to bitch and moan to me about how Seán abandoned us. He wanted some sort of payback for it, I think. I'm not paying all that much attention.

"And you're too much like Dark. Too much time behind a desk rather then a call for action." Anti taunts. I growl in anger. He knows I hate that. Being compared to him. I'm an anomaly. A mistake. A mess. Created when the two platformers did the whole Anti vs Dark thing. I'm like a fusion of the two egos, yet neither really an Iplier or Septiceye. The fans don't know about me, hell, the two youtubers barely know about me. I only ended up with the Septics because I could not stand that foolish twat, Dark. Acting like he was some sort of father to me. Not in caring way, but rather he thought he could control me.

I launch up, facing him, glaring him down, pointing an accusing finger. With every word I push him closer out the door. "I do everything for you little shits around here! You want to keep getting lawsuits and paying bail? You wouldn't last two seconds without me behind this desk, so instead of bitching about it, be grateful you fucking prick. Get out of my goddamn sight!" I slam the door. "Does he think I want to stick around and be their secretary? Goddamn asshole!" I shout, knowing he can probably still hear me. In my anger, I grab a glass off my desk, throwing it against a wall. I'm satisfied with the shattering sound it makes despite needing to clean it now. It's not the first glass I've broken, and certainly not the last. Though, I'm sure Chase will be pretty pissed I broke another one, being the parental one.

Although I'd never admit it to him, Anti was right. That's partly why it pisses me off so much. It is impossible to be my own individual. I am solely a mix between two beings, the only difference being the fact I'm a woman. I have the monochrome skin of Dark, the green and brown hair of Anti. My eyes are blue and red, and my smile is maniacal. Like Dark I am calculated and cunning, but like Anti my temper can burn and mischief is a priority. I'm a perfect weapon if you really think about it. Maybe that was Darks obsession with controlling me. Fear, though he'd never show it outright, came off of him in waves when I got angry. Anti doesn't fear me. He's too stupid to.

I sigh, composing myself again, and exit the room. I have to get a broom from the kitchen. Anti is nowhere to be found, but I run into Chase and Marvin in the kitchen. Marvin rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, probably considering he is my most recent cause of work. Chase however look annoyed. Obviously they could hear the yelling and the glass breaking. "Stop breaking all the glasses! One of these days you're going to hurt someone, most likely yourself."

"Fine. At least then Anti will see how much I do around here while I can't work." I growl, harshly grabbing the broom. "Look, (Y/n), I'm really sorry. It won't happe-"

"It absolutely will happen again, but it's fine Marvin. It's not you that I want to break the knees of." I insist. Deciding the glass can wait, I drop the broom, grabbing the coffee I spot still in the maker. I sink into a chair with the other two egos, suddenly feeling tired. When I first came into being, it was certainly quite a shock to everyone, especially when I had ended up here. I kind of just inserted myself, and no one bothered to tell me to leave. Anti tried a few times, but ultimately, he didn't give a fuck. Since then, I tried to stay away from the others as often as possible because I found them insufferable. However the trick shot and magician somehow wormed their way into a soft spot where my heart would be.

"I'm just sick of the fucking turtle. He always wants to do this or do that, and when I explain why not, or put logic into it, he always has to push my buttons." I vent, being mindful to not chug the coffee. Caffeine is basically what I run off of. "(Y/n), Anti is just a little...pent up. His whole being was as a fighter, and now he has to reason to do so anymore. He's just trying to make excuses to do something. He really is just trying to get a ride out of you for entertainment. I'm sure you can feel it on some level too. Don't let him get to you." Chase advises. An idea pops into my head. I smirk, a look the others call the 'Don't like that look' face. "If Anti thinks he can come and start picking a fight then fine. I'll give him a war." The two share an uneasy look.

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I laugh violently at Antis misfortune, causing slight glitches and echos to come out. "What are you laughing at?" Chase peeks his head into the living room where I'm seated on the couch. "Oh nothing. It's my humor." He nods, accepting the answer. "Have you seen, Anti around? He was going to help with dishes, although I think he really just wanted to sharpen the knives." I shake my head. "Haven't seen him."

"Are you playing a game? I never thought I'd see the day." He teases. I hold back a bout of laughter, looking down at the hilarious sight. "Yes. It's Smash Brothers. I decided you were right about the fighting thing, and decided this would be a good release of that energy." It's not a total lie. Chase smiles, looking proud. "Hey, I'm glad you found something to relax ya. You seem like you needed it. I'll leave you to it." He exits, and I look back down where Anti was currently being attacked by the chickens that follow you. He was screaming and running from the small hoard that had gathered. I may or may not have forced him into the game to fight the highest level computer to watch his ass get kicked. And damn if it isn't the best shit I've ever seen.