Meanwhile in Brighton
Ok, this is just for a laugh. I will always headcanon any of the egos (regardless of canon information that might develop) as not wanting to cause too much harm to the others, and seeing as though Jack is at it again with throwing hints at us left, right and centre, I have the Septicegos on my mind. The art is also mine, posted over on my main blog here.
“ANTI!” Chase yelled, searching the house for his glitchy duplicate.
“Boo,” Anti materialised behind Chase, giving the ego sharp prod on his shoulder which caused Chase to scream and spin around.
“They’re off at it again,” Chase paused, looking at the confused expression Anti was giving him before elaborating, “the fans, Anti.”
“Oh, that bunch,” he giggled, glitching out of existence, his disembodied voice still audible.
“Yes, them. Sean has been doing the thing again where he makes them believe you’re going to kill us all.”
Anti didn’t return or respond. Although Chase trusted everyone that resided in their house, he just couldn’t predict Anti sometimes and was starting to worry.
“ANTI!” Schneeplestein screamed from another room, and Anti immediately popped back into existence on top of his surgical table.
“Yes?” he leaned forward, twisting his head to the side at an abnormal angle.
“Zey are at it again!” Schneep exclaimed, waving his arms around, “all of zem think I am your puppet and that ve vant to hurt Mr Brody. Mr Septiceye is giving zem false information!”
“I am well aware,” Anti grins, his teeth peeking from behind his lips.
Again, he disappears, his laugh echoing around Schneeplestein until it fades away like a bad memory. Despite having the knowledge that the fan theories were not true, Schneeplestein was starting to have his doubts.
“ANTI!” Jackieboy Man called from his bedroom, not expecting the figment to land on top of him on the bed.
“Ouch, sorry,” Anti apologised before giggling.
“What has Jack been doing? Why do people think I’m secretly Chase?” he asked curiously, his eyes flickering from the calm blue of Jack’s recognisable eyes to the mismatched green and blue of Anti’s for a short moment.
“Because my best bud on this plane of existence is being naughty again.”
With that, Anti vanished with a small poof of green smoke, Jackieboy coughing as he tried to waft away the toxic gas.
“ANT-” Marvin was cut off by Anti’s cold finger being pressed against his lips.
“I’m here and I know,” Anti stated, “is that all?”
Marvin nodded nervously, seeing the mischievous glint in his “brother’s” eyes.
“Good, then if you excuse me,” Anti’s body faded, leaving only his pupils glowing in the shadows around Marvin, “I have a reputation to uphold.”
Everyone in the house felt a pull toward the living room as their bodies seemed to switch to autopilot. Chase panicked as his legs walked without his control, whilst Schneeplestein cursed under his breath for having being interrupted. Marvin tried to escape the strange aura around his body, but it had a tight hold on him, and Jackieboy Man gave up fighting halfway down the stairs. Each of their eyes flickered between their normal appearance and Anti’s strange pupils, causing the egos that could control their arms to rub their eyes.
“VAT IS ZE MEANING OF ZIS ANTI!” Schneeplestein’s voice sounding like it was on the brink of glitching and turning to static.
“Oh don’t you get it guys,” Anti walked in, twirling a bloody knife between his fingers as thick, deep red blood dripped from a new slice across his throat, “I’m a tulpa. I am moulded by the fans, and I made a deal with our beloved creator. You get to be my little puppets until Halloween!”
They all gulped, swallowing their fear and trying to seem unaffected. All of their fears and nightmares were true, and they were powerless at the hands of someone they opened up to and trusted. How could they be so foolish?
“Relax, guys,” Anti’s smile seemed genuine, “I’m not gonna hurt any of you. I just wanted to see if this would work!”
Anti happily glitched around everyone, releasing them from his control. The younger egos, Chase and Schneeple, collapsed to the floor gasping for breath as the two oldest egos sighed with relief.
“For a moment,” Marvin rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “we really did believe you had… gone.”
“I’m just having some fun, boys!” Anti was so excited that his physical form wouldn’t remain stable, “I’ve got 16 million people to mess around with for 3 whole months, and since they’re insistent on involving everyone, you can all help me!”
And that is how the Septicegos agreed to play along with the theories. Jack kept leaving hints to provoke a reaction and Anti allowed himself to absorb the attention he was receiving. They all had a plan for Halloween, and this year, it wasn’t just going to be Jack who would ‘die’.