Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Imagines #2 (Book #2) <3

Anti-Septiceye Part 2

(HAPPY SPOOPTOBER!!!!)

    Jack's head hurt. It felt as though a million voices were being driven into his brain. He didn't feel like he was in control anymore. He knew something wasn't wrong, but he couldn't remember what. He woke up on the floor, his whole body aching. He groaned, but his lips wouldn't move. He tried to lift himself off the floor, but his body wouldn't budge. He began to panic, darting his eyes around his room.

    "Now, now, Jackiboy. The fun is just beginning." A voice said with Jack's lips, a piercing static shattering the silence he has just moments ago. Jack tried moving around, but the more he tried the weaker he felt. He heard Anti's haunting chuckle in his ears as his arms finally began to move. The thing was, Jack wasn't the one in control.

Anti was..

    He hoisted himself up on his feet, his whole body trembling. He wasn't the one moving his fingers through his dark green hair, slicking it back. Jack wasn't the one who let out a slow and evil cackle while rolling his sleeves up. Anti was inside of him now, he was the boss. He looked behind him, seeing the computer screen busted and slivers of glass laying in pieces on the floor.
    He let out a sigh, stretching his back and cracking his knuckles before clapping his hands loudly. All Jack could do was remain trapped inside of his own body, watching out of the same eyes Anti was looking through.

   "Oh, it's been too long since I've been able to inhabit a body. Jack, you're too kind." Anti smiled, Jack's lips stretching into a painful smile. Jack raised his arm with great effort, going to punch himself in the face. Anti caught his fist with the other, smiling in amusement as he forced the fist back to their side. Anti tsked his tongue, Jack feeling his teeth grow sharp and deadly.

    "P-P-Please..." Anti laughed, moving out of the recording room. He took a deep breath, humming a dark tune as he walked. Jack was forced to follow, his body completely given to Anti. Tears escaped Anti's eyes, trickling down his cheek and being caught by his pale finger. He examines the teardrop, before placing it on his tongue and tasting it.

    "Ah, the tears of fear is always my favorite." Anti said, his voice glitchy and lower. Jack heard whispers in his ears, horrible and evil chants and desires. Anti walked into the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. One eye was a startling green, but the other was bright blue. Jack had a spring of hope as his eyes wavered between green and blue. Anti growled, gripping the edge of the sink tightly. He shook his head, Jack fighting to get back in control. Anti's laugh rattled in the room, his bright green eyes locking with his mirror self.

    "I have to admit, Jack. You're stronger than I thought. Ah, but didn't anyone tell you to never play with fire?" He asked, flicking his pink tongue gently over his pointy teeth. It was unsettling, the look Anti had in his eyes. Jack felt himself growing weak as he reached over and a grabbed a picture of you on the counter. Jack's heart pounded in his chest, his eyes fighting between two colors at an alarming rate. Anti noticed and chuckled, rubbing the glossy surface with his thumb.

    "She's a pretty one. You wouldn't want me to...meet her..would you?" Jack gasped, his mouth dropping open. Anti forced it close, waiting for an answer. He started smiling as he felt Jack go limp, giving back complete control to Anti. He nodded in approval, walking back out of the bathroom. The storm was still roaring outside, water bashing against the glass. Anti hummed again, examining the house and looking around. Anti twitched, the sound of music playing in his mind. Jack listened to it, it was the tune from Sister Location. Anti rubbed his ear, shaking his head.

    "I apologize, sometimes the network lingers with me. Silly things." Anti said, hitting the side of his head gently before walking to the front door. He placed his hand against the cool window, watching it fog up and form the shape of his hand. He pulled away, drawing lines into the misted glass. He then looked down and began to trace the pulsing, green, veins that littered underneath his pale skin. Jack was trying to think of a way to get out of this. He knew you'd be home soon, and he was petrified to see what would happen when you walk through the door.

    "Dark didn't tell me the exact plan on what to do with you. I just wanted to be free from that internet jail. It was hell in there, I tell you. Boring as well, nothing to wreck havoc on. Now, now that I'm flesh and blood. Oh, the glorious things I can do." He said, his eyes lighting up in the reflection of the window. Jack was trembling, trying his hardest not to let go of the single hold he still had on his body. Anti snapped his head up when he heard tires on gravel. They were both washed over bright, yellow lights as you pulled into the drive. Jack breathed heavily, trying to make Anti stumble away from the door. He remained standing by the door, his smile growing wider by the minute.

    "YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T MESS WITH HE-"

    "Now, why would you believe in such an asshole like me?" Anti cut Jack off, their voices changing back and forth. Anti chuckled darkly as he watched you make you way to the front door. Anti walked into the kitchen, his eye twitching. Anti skimmed his hands over the counter, stopping at the wood block of butcher knifes in front of him. Jack tried to shout, but Anti clamped his mouth shut. He reached up and took a hold of a large knife, its steel glistening in the kitchen lights. His mind started to darken with gruesome and evil thoughts.

    "You know you want to, Jack. Kill her." He whispered, smiling down at the knife. Jack shook his head, his face paling even more. No, No, NO. Jack held the knife tightly in his hands, so tight his knuckles were turning white. He hand trembled as the thoughts got louder and louder. You were minutes from entering the house, oblivious to what had just happened. Anti waited patiently, tracing the edge of the knife with his fingertip. No, No, this isn't me. Flashes of blood and gore played in his head, making him cringe and cower away. Half of him was repulsed by the images and voices, but the other half..the other half was starting to welcome it.

    "Oh, but it is you, Jack. You want this, you want this so badly. Let it happen, you'll feel SO much better. A little blood doesn't hurt anybody." He chanted softly, looking up at his reflection. Jack didn't like what he saw looking back at him.

It was a monster...

    "I love her." Jack's voice was hoarse and weak, nothing compared to Anti's.

    "Kill....her..." Anti said, the strange tune starting to fill up his head. He was pulled to the knife, it's gleaming metal twinkling. Jack held the knife tightly, pulling it up to his face. He started smiling a little, his mind shattered with insanity and darkness. Anti cackled, swiping the knife in the air. Suddenly, the door opened. You headed inside quickly, trying to escape the cold rain.

    "Babe! I'm home!" Your voice shattered Jack's thoughts. He gasped, being pulled back into reality. The knife clattered back onto the counter, Jack's eyes going wide. Anti growled under his breath as you came over and wrapped your arms around his waist. Jack frantically tried to reason with Anti, but he was done trying to be nice. Anti smiled evilly, turning around and pulling you into a tight hug.

You giggled, kissing his cheek before burying your head in his neck. Anti ran his hands up and down your back, feeling the warmness of your skin. Jack's bottom lip started quivering, his fear taking over. Anti relished in it, enjoying the panic that surged through his veins. Anti looked down at you, his eyes flickering to the knife lying on the counter top.

    "I love you, Jack."

   "I love you too..."

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