Just a Chat
(Based on an anonymous ask that I got a couple days ago. Enjoy, cutie pies!)
“And then the entire building burned down. No, I’m not kidding!” Mark leans back and watches the astonished look on their faces at the story of Yandere setting fire to Ego Inc. with a certain amount of satisfaction.
“Anti tried to murder me again,” Sean says with a slight pout. “I got so sick, and apparently they haven’t heard from Jack since.” Sean takes a sip of his drink. “It sucks.”
“At least yours didn’t create an entire franchise around himself and then proceed to relentlessly torment you with it.” Mat knocks back a cup of coffee before slamming down the empty cup on the counter.
“Dude,” Nate scoots away an inch, “how long has it been since you’ve been outside?”
Mat hangs his head. “Too long.”
Mark snorts. “Please, you’ve only got one to deal with. Try a dozen at least, and who knows how many more are out there that I created entirely by accident.”
“Yeah, your fans are pretty crazy,” Nate says, making a face.
Sean wiggles his eyebrows. “So, did I tell you about the latest idea for an Anti video I have?”
“Didn’t you just get done lighting your fandom on fire?” Mat recalls the many theories he analyzed on Tumblr, some of them quite good.
Sean just nods. “So, anyway…”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Mark holds up his hands. “You’re telling me that you actually let Anti have his way? You just let him terrorize you on camera? That’s cool with you?”
Sean shrugs. “It’s better than having him trying to off me and take over my channel.” He raises an eyebrow at Mark who squints back but keeps his mouth shut. “And it makes the fans go nuts. They love it…” Sean’s face screws up a little, “I’m not entirely sure how I feel about that, but it makes them happy.”
“Yeah, I’ve found that just going along with it is best.” Nate brushes his hair out of his eyes and stares down at the table. “Mare just wants to be part of the music videos, a crazy look here or there just to keep the fans on their toes, nothing big. He’s pretty content to stay in the shadows.”
Mat shakes his head. “Mad is so high maintenance, though. He’s always having these really shady packages dropped off at my house, and I never know what he’s going to make next in that lab of his.” The theorist shudders and makes a face. “I swear if he tries to test out another animatronic prototype in the house, I’m going to become a hermit and hitchhike my way across the country.”
Mark leans his head back, looking up at the ceiling. “I didn’t sign up to have to babysit a dozen other versions of myself. Honestly.”
Sean kicks him under the table. “It’s your fault for making nothing but chaotic, egotistical maniacs for characters. At least only one of mine is avidly evil.”
Nate tilts his head to the side. “Didn’t Chase commit mass murder?”
Sean shrugs. “Sure, but the fans like to ignore that little detail.”
They all collectively shake their heads before Nate taps the table a few times with his fist. “So how do you guys feel about being in a music video with me?”
Mat jumps up. “Nope.”
“Aw, come on, man!”