Verisimilitude

"Verisimilitude the appearance of being true or real".

*Story concept by Goner666*.

Souls can only truly fall in love once in the endless reincarnations the universe provides. One lifetime out of the many to spend with your soulmate. Dark would do anything to find his lover, knowing this lifetime was his only true chance. With Mark wrapped around his finger, it's much easier to catch his soulmates vessel. The perfect home for Anti's damned demonic soul. The universe couldn't keep Anti from him forever. He wouldn't allow it, no matter how much Jack and Mark fought against him.
***

The last thing Jack can claw out of memories is the cold hard ice breaking underneath him, barely able to scream before his body is plunged into the raging river. Icy cold water grasping his pale body like hands, pulling him further and further into the dark blue abyss.
Was the river always so deep?

Jack figures out who he was and where he came from, all while questioning if this was all real. It seemed so supernatural. He must be in a coma, or a never ending dream or even...dead.

Is appearing real enough to call it reality?

***

"I think you have Cheirophilla" the doctor spoke, pushing his thick gasses back up his slender, plane nose. "It shouldn't bar you from becoming a government employee, its classed more as a sexual preference then anything".

Mark nodded gently, humming in agreement, his low tone abbreviating off the walls of the small physician office. He was glad he had passed the mental evaluation, desperately needing the position the job would provide.

" Hand partialism to be specific" the man behind the desk added. "It could explain why you believe your hands...think for themselves".

Alternative Universe Markiplier/Jacksepticeye (and friends mentioned)