I'd read the first book if I were you. This is a sequel book for Darkiplier & Antisepticeye: Misjudged. This sequel book will just be all one-shots at random. There will be no plot. Mostly a lot of Septic trying to learn how to live in peace with his new 'family'.

Jackie's always been the hero. Anti's always been the villain. And that's how it's always going to be. Right? Is there anything that would ever change that?

He's always there. Always watching. He just wants one thing. The one thing he's not supposed to have. Maybe he could take someone else's? Perhaps he'll watch them for a while longer. What else could he possibly do? He's trapped and there's no way out. Right? Please do not copy/steal Also please do not repost/steal my art Enjoy the book! 💚

He doesn't remember much. He remembers waking up in a hospital, his head hurt and he was afraid. He can't remember his name or how he got there. Who were these people in front of him that looked like him? Why did they hate him so much? . . . . . Why was he chained up? Please enjoy and do NOT steal/repost OR plagiarize :)

Anti's still dealing with the pain of his fellow Septic egos forcing him away from them. Did he deserve it? Maybe. Had he changed? Probably not. Did he regret it?. . . . . . .Every damn day. His friends help get him through it all, taking his mind off of it. But what happens when he's forced to face them again against his will? Please do NOT plagiarize, repost or steal

Anti doesn't know what to do with his life, really. He doesn't know what he is anymore. He's always been the villain but he feels as if he could be more. If only there was someone he could talk to. To relate with. He needed someone to understand him. Jackie's grown depressed doing the same thing every day and night. Being the hero. He doesn't feel as if he understands what he's supposed to do anymore when crime never goes away. He feels as if what he's doing will never amount to making a difference and his brothers don't seem to understand what he's going through. Please do NOT plagiarize, steal or repost my stories OR my art. Enjoy the story! :)

Warnings before you read this: This does involve shipping, so of you don't like that then don't read this. There will be torture involved in this and also mentions of abuse and similar stuff to that, so if you don't like that then don't read this. And those are all the warnings I can think of right now Grian wakes up in a superflat world set to night with a red moon shining over him, he has no idea how he got her but he has a strange pull to build random things. Back at Hermitcraft everyone is wondering where the builders gone. And who are these Evolutionists that suddenly appeared claiming to be Grian's friends?

I was bored when I wrote this, I would delete it but eh. This may be cringy and Im sorry for that. Also I write this character as possible trans, your character realizes she feels more comfortable in her own skin. I was still learning about the LGBTQ+ ⚠️Self harm and abuse ⚠️ ~you have been through a lot and your mom thinks it would be a good idea to get out of the city and get some peace and quiet. As you guys get relax, strange things begin to happen.~ This also might not follow the full logic from actually BJ so yeah. And for my own sake I will be spelling beetlegeuse as beetlejuice because it's easier for me.

"Dear Uncle Andrew, Thank you for coming into my families life and making my Uncle Garrett so so so happy." I pause to wipe my already misty eyes, smiling down at the blessing of a girl below me, I ruffle her hair and continue, "I've never seen him this happy, not even when he was eating a Chipotle burrito." I laugh and nod, she was right, Garrett loved his burritos, I continue, "Thank you for the sleepovers, thank you for taking me to get ice cream, thank you for the trips to six flags, even though we all know that you are a big baby and can't ride any of the rides,- Hey now..." I stop reading to give her the eye and wipe away stray tears, she's grinning still, "Keep going!!" I nod and return to the note, "Thank you especially for hiding my green beans at Thanksgiving, Thank you for letting me call you "Uncle" even though you're not really my Uncle, but if you turn around we can change that-No way..." I stop reading, and luckily for me, the note had ended at that. I stare at the small girl in front of me my heart racing in my chest, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Turn around, Uncle Andrew." She whispers, pointing behind me, I turn around....