Survival is Key
Here’s to Angus. I finally have his introduction story done! (it’s very delayed and not great honestly)
And here’s a picture I found of natural haired Jack to fill in the gap where I’d normally have a picture or gif. Sean should really bring back the Survival Hunter series!
Robbie’s body was sprawled out on the kitchen floor like he’d been murdered, whilst his severed head sat on the kitchen counter so he could see everything.
“You were supposed to be helping me make these brownies,” Jackieboy Man, who had been stirring the brownie mix, sighed and turned to face Robbie, only to realise the zombie’s current position.
He angrily huffed and turned back to his mixing bowl.
“Put your damn head back on and help me.”
“Too slow,” Robbie smiled as he stood his body up and walked towards his head, “maybe I… not help.”
“I swear to Jack you are going to help me,” Jackieboy’s stirring became more vigorous, “fetch me the new bag of sugar.”
Robbie huffed a little as he lifted his head back onto his body. It would stay in position for now, but he’d have to ask Dr Schneeplestein to stitch him up again later. He reached for the bag of sugar, which was still in the plastic shopping bag from earlier that day, and slid it across the counter to Jackieboy.
“Thank you,” Jackieboy mumbled.
A loud knock sounded from the front door, causing both egos to jump.
“Wanna get it?” Jackieboy asked Robbie.
“IT’S OK, I’LL GO,” Anti shouted from somewhere in the house as static filled the air, signifying he’d glitched to the front door rather than walking there.
‘When did everyone get so lazy?’ Jackieboy thought to himself as he heard the door open and listened to Anti start to talk.
The knock at the door woke Anti from his cat nap up in his room. At first, he didn’t want to bother and felt like going back into the comforting darkness of sleep, but he always liked answering the door because any normal human would immediately run in the opposite direction upon seeing the glitch. It was certainly fun to watch the terrified look of the postman, who always seemed to forget about Anti until he appeared at the door, or even the stupid door to door salespeople who never returned after one look at him. He glitched downstairs, hearing Jackieboy and Robbie in the kitchen.
“IT’S OK, I’LL GET IT,” he shouted to them before opening the door.
The man stood before him was definitely a strange sight. He was wearing mainly brown clothes; beige trousers, dark brown leather boots and brown waist coat. His shirt was a white, his hair dark brown and he had less facial hair than any of the egos, similar to Jack’s in the early days of YouTube. In fact, he looked exactly like a young version of Jack, except with a few scars dotted around his face, neck and arms.
“Can I help you, strange man who looks like he should be in a movie or a survival show?” Anti glared at him, noting the familiar face shape and recognisable shade of blue in his sparkling eyes.
“I’m the survival hunter! Don’t know if you’ve heard of me?” he spoke up.
His accent was strange. It was primarily Australian, with a hint of Irish, similarly to how Schneeplestein’s accent was a mixture of German, Irish and sometimes French. Anti had heard of him, but he wasn’t in the mood for someone from his past.
“Well g’day and g’bye,” Anti mocked his accent and went to close the door when Jackieboy Man came running past, enveloping the man in a hug.
“ANGUS! I didn’t think you’d ever come round,” Jackieboy refused to let go as Angus jokingly tried to swat him away.
“Nice to see ya, Jackieboy. Got any room for an old man like me for a couple of days?”
Anti growled at Angus before leaving, whilst Jackieboy dragged Angus into the house.
“Who’s Mr Grumpy then?” Angus curiously asked.
He followed his friend into the kitchen where Robbie had his fingers in the brownie mix, and it was evident that the zombie had been eating the mixture since it was all over his face too. When he realised he’d been caught red handed, Robbie froze.
“Robbie,” Jackieboy whined, face palming, “I’m going to have to make a whole new mixture now.”
Angus chuckled as Robbie slowly made his way to the downstairs bathroom to clean himself up.
”So you’ve got a zombie then? I need to ask him a few questions for one of my videos,” Angus’s eyes followed Robbie as he left.
“Yeah, that was Robbie, the youngest ego. He’s not very talkative but he’s a real sweetheart. Oh, and Mr Grumpy, as you call him, is the one and only Antisepticeye,” Jackieboy finally answered, heading to clean up after Robbie.
“Wait.. that was Anti?” Angus asked, surprised.
“Yeah. I know you met him back he was just a bunch of ideas, but he managed to convince Jack to give him some air time last October. The fans really loved him and now, he’s a weird, unpredictable nightmare.”
Jackieboy had started to boil the kettle as he was speaking, and after making some coffee for the two of them, they continued to talk like old friends catching up.
Eventually Robbie sauntered back into the kitchen with Chase following him.
“You’re real!” Chase exclaimed like a giddy child, “the survival hunter is real.”
“I most certainly am, and who might you be?” Angus politely asked, smiling kindly at Chase.
“Oh, I’m Chase Brody. I have my own YouTube videos and I’m a father of two and I can do trick shots and I’ve watched all of your videos,” he spoke in a single breath, sounding like he was trying to impress Angus.
Angus held back a chuckle, “well I’d love to see those trick shots some time, Chase.”
Chase reacted like a fan meeting their idol. He started flapping his hands and laughing giddily. Angus couldn’t understand why, but was flattered by the reaction. Meanwhile, Chase was thinking about this man in front of him. Angus was the original ego, back before egos were a thing. He was the ego who’d been forgotten and survived, which made sense with him being the survival hunter, and Chase looked up to him because of it. Although he was a popular ego, there was always that fear of fading, but seeing Angus in front of him, the man who survived it all, gave him so much hope.
“Chase is quite the fan favourite,” Jackieboy gestured to the giddy man who was trying to slow his breathing, “Jack didn’t expect him to become the popular ego that he is.”
Chase blushed and hid his face.
“That applies to most of us, Jackie,” Marvin stepped into the room, “and hello Angus, I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Angus recognised the magical ego from the description Jackieboy had given him shortly before Angus left. He’d stuck around with Jackieboy to keep him company when he was first created, but once a second ego arrived, he took off to explore the world like a true survival hunter should.
“Likewise. Marvin, isn’t it?”
Marvin nodded and held out his hand to Angus, offering a welcoming handshake. When Angus took the magician’s hand, it vanished into a cloud of deep blue smoke before seemingly growing back instantaneously.
“After Chase shows me some trick shots, you’ll have to show me a few more tricks. I’ve heard they can be very impressive indeed,” Angus touched Marvin’s hand again, checking this time it was real.
“Of course!” Marvin was just happy there was someone else to show his magic to.
With most introductions out of the way, Marvin left to drag Anti and Schneeplestein in to meet Angus. Schneeplestein was happy to see the original ego, having heard so much about him, and welcomed him with a hug, but Anti refused to leave his room up in the attic. Eventually, Angus decided to speak to the glitch himself. He knocked on Anti’s door and when no one replied, slowly opened it.
“Hey Anti,” he quietly spoke, seeing a black shadow in the corner of the room.
“Go away,” Anti sounded like a spoilt child who hadn’t gotten what he wanted.
“At least say hi. You were the first ego I ever met.”
“You made me out to be some sort of fascinating creature for your videos, Angus. You used me!” Anti screeched, turning to face Angus fully.
Angus did regret taking advantage of Anti, but he was truly fascinated with the glitch and how he functioned. It wasn’t everyday you stumble across a strange creature with no physical form who had the ability to effect electronic devices.
“Times have changed. If you’ll forgive me, we can start a fresh and forget all that. It was never meant as a malicious act but me showing my curiosity in my own strange way,” Angus took a few steps into the room.
Anti wasn’t someone who forgave easily, but it had been years since that day and he’d forgotten about it until the hunter showed up. Maybe after everything he’s done to the others, he can learn to forgive someone like they always forgive him.
“Ok, Angus. I’m willing to let this go,” Anti’s smile was small, but genuine, “welcome to the family, buddy.”