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[astronomicalegotism]

Hey, quick question. During RIBST Dark wants to absorb the egos powers, correct? But to my current understanding Madpat has no "powers" beyond his highly increased intelligence, so what exactly is Dark trying to steal here? Does Mad have powers we haven't seen yet? Will he reveal them in the next chapter. Ooo, I'm excited! Btw, I re-read the entire story and still love it as much as ever. Please continue soon!

Heeey thanks for reading my dude! Sorry for being dead though

Okay so, basically Dark wanting to “absorb” the egos powers can mean two things. One, the most obvious, would be their literal powers, like Natemares fear or Anti's glitching

But their other power is their energy, which is why Mad is there despite the fact that he, (or well, as far as we know) has no power

In this universe ( I guess? Is that what you’d call this?) The Egos are formed by fan's support, but once an ego has it it’s kind of just like a constant energy source for them? It can be depleted over time of course, which is why fading happens, but every ego is still pure fan energy that can be in a sense harnessed, Egos just have various different levels of energy depending on how popular they are. What Darkiplier essentially wants is to quite literally take the popularity out of them. Oh uh, and murder them. Fans are power after all. This is also why in the ego community, ones like Chase Brody are considered more higher up than one that is literally more powerful than him magic wise like Blank, because he has a higher fan base and isn't at risk of fading. The funny thing is though, Mad, Like Mare, actually is a much smaller Ego with a considerably smaller fan base

Another thing to consider though when it comes to Madpat is Matpat and Game Theory itself's influence. Those things definitely would have a lot of fan energy wouldn’t they? Both Mark, Jack and Matt all have pretty large channels, with pretty large fan bases. Whereas on the other end, Nate and Ethan's fanbases are considerably smaller, but they make up for that fact in Dark's mind considering how literally powerful their Egos are.

Hope some of that rambling sense made any sense, once again so sorry for not updating recently

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I'M ON HOLIDAYS BITCHES

[astronomicalegotism]

Um, is RIBST going to be updated anytime soon. I don't mean to press but I really miss this story.

Hey bud, thanks for asking and reading!

Also yeah, I am sooo super sorry that I’ve been dead recently, life has been,,,chaotic to put it simply

I just haven’t had much time to focus on writing, and the times that I have I felt like I was just digging myself into a metaphorical hole with this story

HOWEVER

In like, four days I’m officially going to be on break for two weeks, and I am planning on working on this story because I feel so so bad for those of you that have been waiting this long, honestly y’all are incredible I cri-

So yeah, I can’t give you a definite date on when, but I can at least promise that I am going to start working on it again soon. I owe it to y’all to finish it

I don’t know what else to write here sooooo YEET-

[astronomicalegotism]

Hey! It's been a while huh? Well, it's ok if you don't have any motivation to write (or personal problems) it's ok! We'll still be rootin' for you! :D

Oh goodness, thank you for that, you’re too sweet

I am truly sorry for how long it’s been, this story is completed planned out I swear I just keep loosing motivation whenever I try write chapters and I hate it because it’s not fair to all of you guys! Also my life has currently been pretty hectic lately so big Oof there Asdfghjkl

I think it would be better if I stopped trying to force myself to write the chapters and instead just tried to write them naturally, the next chapter for has been half done for a whiiiiiiiile so I might try to finish it today but I do not want to get any hopes up so no promises unfortunately

Usually whenever I loose motivation for a fic I find its easier to focus on another story for the time being and come back with a fresh perspective so that’s what I'm gonna do! I've abandoned way too many stories in the past but I don’t want this to become one of them so I can promise you that I will not leave you guys hanging, this story will be finished it just might take a little longer than I originally had planned

Gah, sorry for the essay of a response, I figured I might as well just get it all out Asdfghjkl

Love y'all!

(Also as soon as I’m happy with my other Ego story I can start posting the links to whenever I upload new chapters on here! I feel bad for not posting often on here and stuff Asdfghjkl)

[astronomicalegotism]

Hey I really love RIBST, its one of my favourite fan fictions ever purely due the fantastic and comedic writing and brilliant character portrayal. Seriously I didn't even realise how perfect the way you write Mad is until I rewatched the supercut and realised it was exactly how he was written but even better. So on that note, is the story going to be updated on A03 anytime soon? Because im so excited for the story to continue.

Hey dude, thank you so much!! I’m so happy you like the way I write Mad, I was a bit nervous about that guy

And yeah, I have been really busy irl lately so I haven’t gotten the time much to write, which sucks because I really do want to finish this story (and get to the second one as quick as possible Asdfghjkl)

I’m not going to make any promises (because I suck), but I do really want to try get back into a semi consistent updating schedule on all the platforms this is on, and since I am planning on writing today hopefully I will be able to get a new chapter out really soon! The story itself is all planned out, just need to write it

Once again, thank you so so much for enjoying, means the world.

[astronomicalegotism]

Memories and Futures

Revenge Is Best Served Together (Book 1)

Part 18

Google couldn't help but think as he stepped into a completely destroyed office, that he ought to be getting paid for this. His head titled purely out of curiosity as he observed Dark. Blue and Red forms were twisting around him almost too fast for Google to detect, screaming words in a language not in his data base. Darkiplier himself was ripping at his hair, leaning against a wall for support, eyes constantly changing colour from scarlet to aqua to midnight black. He almost looked to be in pain...

"Did I come at a wrong time?" Google asked calmly, kneeling down to pick up a painting and place it back on the wall. Dark looked up at him, clutching his hand for some reason before he straightened up, the auras around himself snapping back under his control and hands placed behind his back, although an undertone of rage was still sparking around the room.

"Antisepticeye is roaming the halls, Most likely headed towards my office." Google's eyes widened in alarm, a surge of anxiety coursing through his code. Memories filtered across his screen without his consent, flashes of static and green causing a barely repressed shudder. Google clenched his fists.

"What is the Virus even doing here?" Google spat, eyes narrowed dangerously. "And why am I only being informed of any of this now?!" Darkiplier rolled his neck back before staring at him, perfectly composed for someone Google has just seen have freak out only a minute prior.

"Don't forget your place Android. I need you to bring the pest to me, obviously he wants to see me so badly, so why don't we just give him what he wants!"There was an unsettling look in Dark's eyes, the obvious threat hidden in his words that made even the likes of Google shift his feet slightly backwards, away from the demon. Then, just like that, the conversation was changed.

"How have you been doing lately Google. You've been requesting permission to leave the manor more than usual, any reason why?" Suddenly the mindless anger that had been crackling around the room sharpened, finding a focus point and was now burning holes into Google's subconscious. Google found himself swallowing, despite an actual need to do so, and stiffening.

"I am simply gathering information about the outside world-"

"YOU'RE A SEARCH ENGINE!!!" Darkiplier suddenly boomed, his forms shattering from the force briefly. Google stumbled back, gritting his teeth. Darkiplier was right in front of his now, hand fisted in his shirt and snarling. "Do you take me for an idiot Google?! Well?!" Google shook his head, trying to keep the fear off his face. His form glitched, causing words to be forced out in a distorted stutter.

"N-no sir!" Darkiplier's grip tightened, eyes flashing red.

"You're weak, default and broken. Don't think I haven't noticed how much more emotive you've been recently, and it sure as hell isn't because of anyone here." Google clawed at Darkiplier wrist, trying to push him away as his systems went into a full on freak out mode as a result on the suffocating energy around him. "Who have you been seeing?!" Google shook at the order, but offered no response. It didn't make any logical sense to refuse but you couldn't risk Darkiplier finding out about-

"Google What is you're primary objective?" The words were out before Google could even stop them.

"Primary objective is to answer questions as quickly as possible. Secondary objective is to destroy mankind." Google swung out, hitting Dark in the chest hard enough to surprise him and push him away. Google's vision cleared and he ran over to the door, not sparing a second glance to check Darkiplier's state. Dark wasn't having it.

"Okay Google, Stop." Google hissed in pace as he came to a jolting halt, completely frozen. He could practically see Darkiplier's smug face as the demon made his way over to him.  "That's better."

"You son of a bitch you promised to never-" Darkiplier cut him off.

"That was before you were at risk." At Risk?!! "Now, Okay Google, Tell me who you have been seeing in secret and why." Don't say anything come on Google you're stronger than this-

"I'm sorry, I couldn't find what you were looking for. Searching instead for-" Darkiplier roared in anger as Google smirked in proud satisfaction. Being difficult was his specialty after all. His self congratulations were cut short however as suddenly his vision went pitch black. He wasn't able to put up his walls fast enough as he soon felt Darkiplier accessing his memories. How was he doing that he shouldn't be able to do that it only works on humans why-

"You've grown soft Google. The little Logical side, now I would of never seen that coming-" If Google wasn't furious before he was now as his vision cleared, his eyes practically blazing as he ignored the panicked anxiety rising in him. Darkiplier knows he failed he's not supposed to fail-

"Don't you dare even lay a hand on him or you'll wish you died again." Google threatened darkly, hating how Dark was standing just out of his corner of vision and being unable to move his head to glare at him. He settled for practically burning holes into the door in front of him instead. He had no doubt that Darkiplier had waited just until he was right in front of it to take action. Asshole.

"Oh isn't that sweet, Logic and Google I honestly should of seen it coming, What with how similar you are and all." Darkiplier's false cheerful tone scared Google even more than his rage filled one could ever hope to do. "Was that chess I saw you playing in one of those memories, how cute. But, you know more than anyone that associating with anything other than an Iplier is against the rules. I mean, how many times have you had to wipe Bing or Oliver's memories, bit hypocritical that you get to be an exception, then again when have you ever cared about something other than your own needs."

Darkiplier sighed heavily, like one might do when a child had disappointed them. It only fuelled Google's rage further. "I have no use for a solider that prioritises pathetic lesser Youtube creations over getting the job done. Nor do I have use for an Android with feelings." There is was. The word that he used to despise with a passion. Now though...

"All the efforts you made to divide us and keep us naive are cracking, that's why you're doing whatever it is you're doing isn't it? You don't like the fact that I've been interacting with the Sides, you don't like the fact that Bim befriended Blank,  or the fact that Bing and Chase are friends or that smaller Egos don't listen to you. The second you realise you're loosing control," Google closed his eyes shut in concentration and forcefully snapped his head over to Darkiplier, ignoring the brilliant red warnings now flashing on his screen and instead focusing on the bubbling hot anger inside him. "You start to self destruct and destroy, Let your anger get the better of you and you hav the gall to accuse me of letting emotions get the better of me?!" Google had to turn of his audio units briefly to mute the scream that threatened to come as he now moved his entire body to face Darkiplier, a shaking finger pointed at his chest. Darkiplier's eyes had widen just the slightest bit. Google could feel his form glitching, violent pain racking through his whole body every second he went against his instructions. "You're a child throwing a tantrum because he isn't getting his way and nothing more, don't think I haven't noticed you and Warfstache are up to something, you forget that I was your right hand man too. King or Dr Iplier or any of those idiots might be blind to what you truly are but I know what you are. I know who you are." There was a dangerous silence for a few seconds before Darkiplier smirked.

"Blank warned me that this might happen, but I never imagined that you're rebellion would be caused by a Sanders Side of all things. You've been repressing that for a while haven't you?" Google opened his mouth again but Darkiplier held up a finger, silencing him. "You are right though. I don't like it when things are out of my control, and I am up to something." Google frowned, taken back by the honesty.

"Why are you telling me this-"

"This is so much more than just wanting control over the Egos. Even more than wanting control over Mark's channel, everyone always thinks too small with these things. What I want is of course plan and simple, I want control. But," Darkiplier chuckled, a cold soulless laugh that honestly didn't even deserve to be called one. "Well, I'm wasting time here. Don't want to keep Anti waiting now do we." Google crossed his arms, a painful action since Dark's command was still affective but worth it just to see the demon cringe a little in dissatisfaction.

"Whatever it is you're doing, I want no part in it." Darkiplier eyes narrowed in warning before he shook his head.

"I really didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice." It took a second for Google to process what those words were implying, but as soon as it clicked his posture changed from angry to scared.  "You're right, I do miss the old days."

"No wait-"

"Okay Google, Complete Factory Reset." The last thing Google saw was the completely blank unfeeling face of Darkiplier before everything shut down.

Darkiplier shoved down the small feeling of guilt as his old friend slumped over, watching the blue eyes turn grey in sick fascination as a thick substance rolled down the Androids face.

"Well what do you know, Machines are capable of crying."

Blank let out another scream as yet another wave of panic hit him, his breathing choppy and rapid, his eyes watering from a lack of oxygen and the pain. His mind was a constant onslaught of overwhelming numbers and noise. Ever since he'd been left alone in the room his powers had broken free, attacking everything around him and distorting it.

One day two weeks four years 7 weeks 5 hours am pm October June September August-

He was messing with things that he shouldn't be, seeing things he shouldn't but his mind was too shattered for him to calm down again. His mouth started moving rapidly as he muttered.

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

Blank's eyes snapped to a brilliant blue and he screamed again, clutching his head as black and blue smoke swirls around him, dancing clocks almost mocking him.

"THE DEVIL WILL WIN IF THE VICTIMS FALL AND WILL ONLY LOOSE WHEN THE BRIDGE IS REBUILT. A BOND BETWEEN TWO SIBLINGS PUT TO THE TEST, THE FATE OF THE FUTURE LIES IN THEIR HANDS. WHOEVER THE BROKEN ONE CHOOSES TO SHOOT WILL RESULT IN EITHER FREEDOM OR DOOM."

One final broken scream made its way through Blank's body before he feel limp, scarlet blood now staining the inky blackness dripping from his eyes as he finally was allowed to slip into unconsciousness.

No one was around to witness it. No body was there to listen

No body heard, except the Host that is.

[astronomicalegotism]

I also just binge read your fic, and I’ve gotta say, you have my attention. Mark is the one that really caught my eye, seeing as he’s not quite what he seems... ;)

Heh.

I'm really happy that I have your attention then haha, thank you for reading it so far, I hope to deliver in the future chapters to come!

[astronomicalegotism]

I just binge-read your entire story and I have to say that I really enjoy the premise of it! The pacing flows really well and I can’t wait to see what happens next!

Oh the goodness thank you so much you’re so sweet asdfghjkl

I’m really happy you enjoyed my bullshit haha, thank you for your feed back this was a great thing to wake up to!

[astronomicalegotism]

Unlikely Partnership

Revenge Is Best Served Together (Book One)

Part Seventeen

Anti snarled and shoved his hands in his jean pockets, glaring at the suit of armour as he passed it. Okay, so maybe when he'd stormed out of the room with Mad and Blank it hadn't crossed his mind that he didn't actually know where Darkiplier's office was and now he may or may not be lost. Whatever, he'll figure it out.

Who designed this stupid place anyways? It's just hallway after hallway after- Anti back-pedalled.

Didn't I literally just pass that suit of armour?

"Oh for fuCKS-" Anti screamed and threw a knife at the armour, only for it to ricochet off and be sent back towards himself. Oops.

Anti quickly glitched out of he way and cursed. He could practically hear Schneeplestein's scolding tone in his head. Anti shivered at the thought. God help me I'm growing attached.

"Geez, you got something against antiques or what?" Anti tensed and snapped his head around to face the unimpressed looking Iplier Ego holding his knife. Anti didn't recognise them at all (Not that he watches Markiplier's videos or anything) so they were probably from one of the one off video ones or something. Maybe one of the ones Marvin hangs out with but always denies doing? He had Mark's black hair that was slicked to the side professionally, although it was actually a bit longer than what Anti remembered. (Must be a prehair dye obsession Ego) He had smart looking glasses rested on his nose and a taunting smirk on his face that instantly annoyed Anti. He kind of looked like a nerdy off brand Darkiplier if Anti was honest, add some monochrome skin and bad temper and you got yourself a double.

Not that that's saying much considering they all have the same face...

"Why are you wearing a suit?" Anti asked bluntly, looking him up and down. It gave the ego a simulationously professional and yet cheap aura. The suit was either second hand or brought from a coustume shop. He was effortlessly trying too hard, Anti had to give him that.

"Hey you don't see me asking why you look like a 90s Halloween movie reject so what give you the right to question my life choices?" Was the snarky response. Great, just what he needed, he'd run into a sassy idiotic side character. Anti grit his teeth. Don't kill him don't make a scene Mad said to do this carefully murder is not careful Anti-

"Touché." Anti forced out, debating whether or not glitching away would count as suspicious activity. The Iplier Egos Probably thought that he was working with Darkiplier, he couldn't give away any clues that suggested otherwise or he'd be done for. Running-No wait, avoiding the Ego for no good reason would make it seem like he was up to something. Or wait, maybe he wanted to look like he was up to something? Fuck this was confusing.

"What are you, constipated?" The Iplier asked, bringing Anti back to earth. Right, staring at someone in dead silence probably isn't normal. Anti opened his mouth to respond (With what he had no idea) but he was casually cut off. Deep breaths. "Anyways! You're Anti right? Wonderful, Absolutely wonderful! Bit of a strange name though, Antisepticeye? Suppose it can't be helped, What with being a fan creation and not an individual idea and that, Though you'd think that maybe thousands of people would be able to think of a better name wouldn't you?"

"Excuse me-" Anti snarled, now clutching a new knife tightly and taking a step forwards threatening. The Iplier Ego's voice heightened in pitch a little at the movement.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you either way, I'm Bim Trimmer of course, No doubt you've heard about me though?" What is it with this guy and rhetorical questions Jesus Christ- "Actually wait, You're not supposed to be here! Septics aren't allowed here, WIL-" Trimmer's eyes went wide as Anti glitched in front of him, covering his mouth and pressing his knife to his throat.

"Don't. Say. Another. Word." Anti hissed. Trimmer nodded nervously before disappearing, now standing a few feet away from Anti and brushing off imaginary dust from his suit, eyeing him cautiously. Anti gaped for a few seconds before throwing the knife at Trimmer, mainly out of frustration. "Oh come on!!" Anti screamed, Trimmer backing away a little bit more.. Of course he could teleport, because the universe just didn't want to give him a fucking break did it?!

"What are you doing here? What do you want?!" Trimmer asked, obviously trying to get his volume down at least. Questions questions questions GOD THIS GUY WAS GETTING ON HIS NERVES! Anti gripped at his hair tightly, his form glitching violently out of anger and Trimmer let out a little started squeak in response. This was ridiculous, this whole situation was completely fucking ridiculous.

"Darkiplier is going to kill all of us and use our powers to get even stronger and control everyone, and you're asking me what I'm doing?!" Anti let out an involuntary giggle at the ridiculousness of it all, although he could feel rage bubbling up inside him. Trimmer  tensed up a little, but his eyes narrowed dangerously. As if he was a threat to Anti. Yeah right.

"Dark is trying to do what?" Trimmer asked, his eyebrows mocking. He scoffed, "You're not serious. Just because you and Darkiplier have this weird thing going on," He used air quotes, who the fuck uses air quotes, "Doesn't mean that he's trying to kill us all. How do I know you aren't just saying this to incriminate him?" We are talking about the same Darkiplier right? God that prick has everyone wrapped around his little finger doesn't he.

"Aw aren't you Darkiplier's widdle loyal soldier?" Anti coed, stepping closer to the Iplier Ego. "News flash numbskull, Your Little Darkipoo isn't everything you think he is." Trimmer swallowed harshly and Anti grinned.

"God you're even more insane then you look if you honestly think I'll believe you." Trimmer snapped, unnecessarily aggressively in Anti opinion. Someone's a little defensive.

"Whatever, I don't have time for this. Do you know where Darkiplier's office is?" Trimmer laughed darkly in response to his question. Hah, darkly. Dark. Get it?

"Like I'd tell you." Trimmer spat, puffing his chest out and speaking like he was doing the world such a noble service by being complete FUCKING ASSHAT-

Anti's eye flashed green dangerously in warning. Time to see if Trimmer really was an idiot or not.

"Guess I'll just have to get the directions out of you another way then." Anti snarled, shrugging causally, his voice distorted and threatening.  Trimmer flinched at him, but didn't move.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Wilford's been training me as his apprentice you know? I can create pocket dimensions too and trust me, you don't want to mess that. I mightn't be on the same level as you power wise, but in polecat dimensions I can shift reality however I want, I can amplify my powers to match yours!" Anti eyes widened minusculy. Wilford's Pocket dimensions were what Dark was using to steal their energy or whatever with (Or at least that's what he was theorising, he actually honestly had no idea what was going on) and that's where the Creators are trapped. If Trimmer can also influence pocket dimensions too, maybe Anti could put a stop to all this without being violent? Or well, he'd probably still be violent regardless but the thought was nice. Maybe he should take a leap out of Darkiplier's book and try a little slide of manipulation? Okay uh, he needed to find a weakness to exploit. Trimmer's blind faith in the Heart and Soul of Markiplier's channel maybe? He definitely seemed to hero worship the walking corpse and pink psycho, thats for sure. But maybe he should try find something else?

"Oh really? You? You can manipulate pocket dimensions? Don't make me laugh." Anti tested. Bim's face turned a shade of red and he clenched his fists. Boom bada Bingo, Bim Trimmer is an Ego with an ego problem.

"Yes, me! I bet you don't know the first thing about pocket dimensions!" Oh my god this was too easy. He was starting to understand why Darkiplier tended to take this route. Okay, time to get some answers.

"Oh yeah well, I know that in pocket dimensions, the laws of time and space and shit don't apply, so you can do whatever you want to who ever is in there. And, once you create a pocket dimension, you can pass on control of that dimension to someone else for them to use." Anti smirked smugly. He knew that information from experience, it was what was happening right now so there was no possible way-

"Oh ho ho, Is that so?" Anti's eyes snapped back up to the laughing ego, taken back. "Who told you that garbage? You can't pass on the control of a pocket dimension to some one that doesn't have the ability to manipulate them moron." Trimmer rolled the r's dramatically but Anti couldn't even find himself to be irritated because what the Fuck. Okay yeah, screw manipulation.

"But that doesn't make any fucking sense, then how come Natemare and Shit can supposedly manipulate Wilford's pocket dimensions?! That's a major fucking hole in Darkiplier's plan if the whole reason why he's gathered us is for us to use the dimensions and torment the Creators!" Trimmer's had paled significantly at Anti's words but the glitch demon just ignored him. His mind was reeling from confusion, they apparently weren't in control of the pocket dimensions?

"Wh-What?" Trimmer spluttered. "What the hell are you talking about?" Anti held up a finger to him, squeezing his eyes shut.

"No okay wait, Shut up for once." If What Bim said is true, that means that Wilford was still controlling the pocket dimensions, but if that was the case they would know since the dimensions weren't doing what the wanted them to do, which means that Wilford somehow knew exactly what they wanted to do the exact second it happens and the only way that's possible is...

Fuck.

"Wilford is in our heads. When we're in the pocket dimensions, he's reading our minds. Mad knows that I left the room to go stop Darkiplier and if since Wilford can read Mad's mind he-SHIT!!" Wilford knows that he's going to try stop Darkiplier and of course he would of told Darkiplier since he's his right hand man until the end that loyal bastard!! There goes his element of surprise, Darkiplier probably already knows he's coming. He needed to get to Darkiplier's office now.

"Uh...What-"

"I said SHUT UP!!" Bim's mouth slammed shut harshly.  Anti's breathing was short and quick as his nails angrily dig into his palms. "I don't know what the fuck Darkiplier wants, power, an army, but whatever it is it's not good news, and he's going to be using Natemare, MadPat,  me and that weird Blank guy to achieve it. I don't care what sob story Darkiplier is feeding you, he's bad news got it?! So grow a fucking spine and help me, because no matter how loyal you are to him, he is not the same to you! We're all just fucking toys to him, stepping stones for him to get what he wants and I am not letting that edgy bastard win. So are you going to stay one of his little disposable soldiers or are you going to fucking help me?!" He didn't have time he was running out of time Darkiplier was going to kill him he needed to do it first-

"Wait, Blank?" Anti blinked. That's the part he focused on?

"What about him?" Anti asked impatiently, his foot tapping so fast that it was blurring.

"What about-He's My friend!"

"I'm sorry, How is this relevent?" Anti would never admit it but the dirty look the Trimmer just gave him will haunt his nightmares for a good few weeks.

"I...If what you're saying is true, he could be in serious trouble. He's never been the same, ever since Dark offered to train him which was weird since I didn't think Dark liked Blank but uh...if Blank is involved in...whatever the hell this all is I can only imagine it's bad." Now look, Anti wasn't one to count all his chickens before they hatched but...

"So does this mean you'll help me?" Anti asked, fingers crossed on one hand and the other ready to summon a knife. You know, just in case. Trimmer narrowed his eyes.

"I don't trust you, and I want to hear the full story of what's happening first but, I owe Blank my life. I'll help. But the second I smell bullshit, I'm turning you in to Dark and you can be his problem." Bim pointed a threatening finger at Anti but he couldn't care less.

"Yeah Yeah Whatever, so will you tell me where Dark's office is?" Trimmer frowned, considering which was bullshit because didn't he literally just say he'd help?”

"You said Dark probably knows you're out to get him right?" Trimmer asked, smiling slightly. Why the fuck was he smiling?!

"So?!"

"So, you need to do the opposite of what Dark will expect you to do! Obviously Dark would expect the first thing you would do is barge into his office, knives swinging and screaming." Anti's eye twitched, But it's not like he could deny it.

"So, What do you suggest I do?" Oh yeah, that asshole was definitely smirking now, fuck him. Trimmer pushed up his glasses, the light glinting off them making him look like an anime character.

"We did to do something completely unexpected, something Dark would never think you'd do."

"And what the fuck would that be genius?!" Anti hissed.

"Why, something smart of course! Dark would never see it coming!"  Trimmer flashed him a too perfect smile and raised his hands dramatically and it finally clicked to Anti where he was from. Oh my God I'm teamed up with psychopathic game show host Jr. "Its a good thing you bumped into me isn't it? After all, how on earth would you manage to not royally screw everything up without me?"

Yeah it's offical.

Anti fucking hates rhetorical questions

“Come on Then Turtle Boy! Dark's office is a bit of a walk from here, we can talk about a plan while we walk. Or well, I’ll come up with a plan, you can just nod your head in agreement and compliment me, that works too. Hope it’s not too much work for you though!” As Anti glared daggers into Bim's retreating form, he wondered if stopping Darkiplier was really worth all the trouble. Although since apparently he was the only damn person in the entire world that was actually competent enough to save it, he guessed he didn’t have much of a choice. Besides, maybe if he stopped Dark and figured out what he was doing he’d be able to twist everything around in his favour. He definitely wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity like this.

He just hoped that he wouldn’t give in to the urge to slit Trimmer's throat until he got what he wanted.

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Level Two: MadPat

Revenge Is Best Served Together (Book One)

Part 16

It was instantaneous, One second he was staring wide eyed at broken animatronic in front of him holding the baseball bat that had caused it (And after all the shit Scott had put him through being able to do that was the most therapeutic and yet mentally scarring thing Matt had ever done) and the next he was blinking rapidly from a harsh white light, a stark contrast from the dark and dusty place he'd been before. It was a simplistic room, there was nothing in it which was both reassuring and a cause for panic because, yes there wasn't any noticeable threats but Oh god where was the door-

He instantly realised that A: He wasn't holding that baseball bat anymore and B: He wasn't alone. He instantly tensed up at the sight of the other three in the room before relaxing as he recognised them. Where the hell was Nate though, Nate should be here too right?! Why wasn't he here?!

Matt swallowed harshly but made no move to alert the others to his presence. He'd already known that Mark and Jack where here thanks to Nate, but when Nate had said maybe others, there been a part of him that had been hoping that that had meant more than one person, if simply just because maybe their chances of getting out of here would be higher with more people.

"Ethan!!" Matt awkwardly stood by the side lines in shock as he watched Mark basically throw himself at the poor guy, engulfing him in a tight hug. This was definitely one of those times when the ability to just fade into the wall would be just wonderful. He took note of what they all looked like, after he got over the shock of seeing them that is.

Jack was trying to subtly hug himself, nails digging into his arms. He was looking at Mark with a strange expression on his face, like he wanted to run over and join in the hug but something was stopping him. But what?

Ethan was trembling, a fresh set of tears tracking down his face from red eyes that made it clear that this wasn't the first time he'd broken down. Matt knew the least about Ethan out of all of them in the room, he knew that he used to be Mark's editor and had his own channel, but that was probably about it. That was also semi the case with Jack as well, while they weren't acquaintances and got along fine, they weren't exactly close. The one he was the closest too was Mark and even then...

Mark was staring at Matt, his head facing was from Jack and over Ethan's shoulder. His eyes were narrowed, giving away nothing about what he was feeling. He'd made no effort other than that to acknowledge Matt's existence which was...strangely out of character for someone like Markiplier.

Wait

A sinking realisation struck Matt.

Oh god he was completely alone in this.

He didn't have the same close bond like the three gamers did. He was just Matpat, the theory guy to them. They-

"Mathew!" Matt let out a squawk as Jack suddenly spotted him and ran over, giving him a brief hug. Matt could tell just by those few seconds that Jack's heart was just about ready to burst out of his chest. "Oh thank god I'm so glad someone smart is here." Matt blinked repeatedly as Jack smirked teasingly at him, letting out a small nervous chuckle. Okay, Jack was obviously trying to joke around with him and forge a connection with him, so who was Matt to get in the way of that.

"Well you know me, I'm known for my unbelievable talent of escaping unexplainable night dimensions." Out of the corner of his vision he could still see Mark and Ethan, the older man not having taken his arm off Ethan despite them having stopped hugging a while ago. They were such close friends...

Jack coughed obnoxiously and brought Matt's attention back onto him. Matt's face flushed as he realised that he totally just zoned out on him.

"Sorry I Uh-" I What?! What Mathew, what are you going to say that's not going to make you look like a lunatic?! "I have no idea what's happening." Matt finished lamely, making Jack snort a little. Jack had opened his mouth, probably to say something in response but he was cut off by the sound of a slow clap. Everyone instantly drawing their attention to the new comer in shock.

Especially Matt.

His hair was a mess, Brown tufts of hair sticking up all over and mattered.  A old and rusted looking flamethrower rested causally over his shoulder, strikingly calm and yet dangerous eyes lazily scanning over all of them before finally resting on Matt himself.  A dark smirk made its one onto the previously bored burnt face. Horrified scars caused from flames scattered his entire body, grotesque and obviously not having been treated properly. There was an unspoken agreement between all four of them as they all promptly backed the fuck up, leaving a wide distance between them and-whatever that thing was.

"Ego," His mind supplied, "He's an ego...My ego. Just like how Nate had-has Natemare."

"Well well well Mathew Patrick, we finally meet." Matt could only stare in horror at what might as well be his own reflection. Matt had never been more simultaneously terrified and yet curious in his life. His overwhelming desire to find out as much as he possible could about all of this was almost enough to make him not be on the verge of a panic attack.

...

Almost.

"What the fuck Matpat you have a psycho twin?! Also wait holy shit Matpat's here!!" Ethan's eyes darted between the two, mouth hanging open. Matt registered Mark face palming distantly, his full attention on the person in front of him.

"Who are you?" Matt asked, wincing as his voice broke a little. Brilliant, absolutely amazing. Love my life.

"I go by many names,"

“Oh my god." Matt took a small step back as it finally clicked. The Musical. God he never regretted featuring in a fanmade fictional production based on an indie horror game more in his life,

"Mainly because I was never really deemed important enough to get an offical one that is." Almost red brown eyes drifted over to Mark for a few seconds before snapping back to Matt. "Antimatter, Madpat-

"Evil dirtbag with a chainsaw."

"Suck a dick Markiplier. I suppose Mad would be the most appropriate currently." Madpat, Madpat...Yeah he's definitely read that name before somewhere.

"What the point of all this, what's going on?" Wait, when had Mark put himself in front of all of them?

Madpat tilted his head in consideration, clicking his tongue repeatedly. Matt took that opportunity to glance back over at Jack and Ethan. Jack had clenched his fists, but what Matt found strange was how the Irish man had positioned himself to still be closer to Matt, away from Mark. Something had definitely happened between those two. Ethan, the poor thing, looked beyond confused. Clearly they were both in the same boat.

“Eh, technically not supposed to tell you but where's the fun in that? Nothing wrong with a good old healthy rebellion every once in a while." Mad shrugged carelessly, the flamethrower only back clanging a little. "Basically," Mad clicked his fingers and the room around them shifted to that of a throne room, Mad sitting where the king would with his feet slung over the side and a tacky crown now resting on his head. "You're now in my own little a hell, a dimension that I can control with ease and!" Mad clicked his finger once again and Matt found himself once again in the old pizzeria, although this time it was horribly distorted and glitching. There were tiny versions of all the animatronics dancing jerkily at Mad's feet, a horrible screeching and crackling noise coming from all of them. Ethan screamed while Jack let out a disturbed "Jesus Fucking Christ!!!" next to Matt.

"Unless your good old pal Natemare," Mad spit the name with disgust, "I actually have a plan here instead of just screwing around like a toddler in a sandbox." Mad rolled his eyes.

"Why are you doing all this?!" Ethan yelled, only to stumble back as Mad's piercing glare locked onto him for the first time. Mad clicked again and they were back in the white room.

"Oh well, that's simple." Mark growled lowly and stood in front of Ethan protectively as Mad strolled over to them, leaning right into his personal space. "It's because I hate you." A shiver ran down Matt's spine as Mad hissed, his voice filled with boiling hot emotion that Matt found a bit uncomfortable hearing being said with his voice. He didn't even know he was capable of that tone...

Mad laughed and booped Mark on the nose, laughter as the man swung out to punch him, on,y to come into contact with thin air as Mad clicked his fingers again and appeared at the back of the room. Mad looked at his hands for a few seconds before cackling.

"God I love you Warfstache, this is amazing." Matt's eyes widened, as did Mark's. Warfstache?! Wilford Warfstache?! Matt resisted the urge to groan.

He was in over his head.

"So what are you going to do with us?" Jack asked, voicing what they had all been thinking. Matt tensed up, holding his breath as he waited for the response. Please don't be that bad...

“Oh, just a series of tests." Tests? Matt perked up a little. Mad waved his hand dismissively. "I'm going to put you through a mixture of testing your knowledge and fears." Okay could be worse? "And by you of course I mean Matpat, And Matpat alone. The rest of you will simply be test subjects that he has to save." Spoke too soon, shit-

"WHAT?!!" Jack and Ethan screamed, drowning out Mark's mumbled of, "We're screwed." Matt felt like his legs were about to give way. He hid his head in shaky hands, muffling a quiet groan. This was too much, he couldn't do this. He just wanted to go home and snuggle with Stephanie and never leave the house ever again.

Mad clapped his hands together. "Whelp, enough wasting time let's-"

"Wait." Matt lifted up his head slightly and Mad paused. The Ego made a go on gesture and Matt gulped before continuing. "Nate. What...what happened to Nate?" Mad inhaled sharply, a reaction Matt had definitely not expected. There was a suffocating silence for a few seconds before,

"He's in a better place now. Level Two begin, good luck or whatever." And just as Mad clicked his finger to start the game, Matt's legs gave way underneath him and he lets out a pained sob.

I can't do this.

The library is silent aside from the mutterings of The Host and the tapping of Dr Ipliers feet as he looks through one of the Hosts old medical books. The Host himself has finally removed his hand from Nate's head and is now waiting with fingers crossed in the hopes that he has been successful. Nate's eyelids flutter against the warm blanket underneath him, strong sent of coffee gracing his senses as he is brought back to consciousness.

"The Host smiles in relief and asks if Dr Iplier could come over before then looking back at Nathan. Nathan Nfeels drained and weak and The Host reassures Him that it is only normal to experience such things after what he went through. Nathan's eyes fly open and he attempts to bolt upright only to collapse almost instantly back down on the couch. The Host realises his previous error and makes an effort to mend it, telling Nathan that he means them no harm."

Nate scrunched up his face as his sharp pounding headache slowly recedes, his vision focusing uneasily on the bloodied bandage wearing Markiplier clone in front of him that's narrating everything that's happening. What- what the fuck? What's-where is he what happened?! Nate tries once again to sit up, only to pathetically fall back down harshly. Nate grits his teeth in frustration before suddenly jolting back, eyes wide in fear as a hand reached out to him. The creepy bandage guy frown deeper and moves his hand back inside of his weird trench coat, narrating a quiet apology. Nate frowned a little himself, since when was he so jumpy?

"The Host suggests quietly that it most likely has to do with whatever is left of Natemare's fear magic, The Host is regretful when he says that he didn't manage to remove his affects completely. The Host Would also Like to suggest that maybe Nathan should stop attempting to move, on the off chance that he hurts himself." Nate reluctantly forced himself to relax. It's not like he had a choice. He bite his lip, trying to remember what had happened in the room with Natemare but it was all fogging and blurred, like someone was preventing him from seeing it.

"What-" Nate instantly started coughing harshly, to the point where it physically hurt him. Bandage guy furrowed his brows.

"The Host hesitates before informing Nate that he would be better off not trying to speak for a while. The...incident that happened with Natemare badly injured his vocal cords-" Nate's heart genuinely skipped a beat, "And The Host Thinks That Maybe Nathan shouldn't test it, lest he raises the likelyhood his voice being permanently damaged." Oh god.

"Oh, I see he's awake." Nate startled, letting out an involuntary yelp as another identical man walked over to them wearing a doctors outfit, his hands stained with almost black blood that made Nate squirm a little. But there was one main thing on his mind.

"Holy Fuck how many of there are you?" Nate croaked out hoarsely, his eyebrows raised despite the new onslaught of pain that sentence brought him. Fighting back the urge to start coughing again, Nate silently remarked just how The Host (?) managed to stare at him in disappointment without having visible eyes. The doctor frowns at him and tuts a little before,

"I'm sorry. You're dying." Nate doesn't even get time to panic about that before the Host groans.

"The Hosts asks Nathan to please ignore that, Dr Iplier says that to everyone, You're fine." The Host stands up, moving over to one of the many piles of books surrounding them and picks up a cup. "Here." Nate flinches a bit before accepting what was handed to him. The Host does something that's almost close enough to be a smile before turning to Dr Iplier.

Also by the way Dr Iplier? Like Markiplier? At least Natemare sounds kind of cool.

"The Host Would Like to impress his disbelief to that," Nate's eyes widen. Did he just- "Yes. The Host leaves Nathan to freak out a little as he turns to Dr Iplier, asking for update on Natemare's condition?" Well that caught Nate's attention. Dr Iplier shifted uncomfortably at the two people's attentions on him.

"Well, I've detected no changes but..." Dr Iplier sighs. "He's stable at least, affectingly dead though. He's minutes from fading, there's not much left of him for me to try revive Host, I'm sorry." The Host just shakes his head.

"No I-The Host will not let Darkiplier win. We will need all the help we can get and Natemare is a very powerful ally." Damn It why can't I remember barely anything that happened that would really make understanding this whole thing a lot easier!

"Well... I mean, We could always use Nate." Nate's eyes snapped over to Dr Iplier. He would of moved his head too but he didn't want to risk it. The Host was already shaking his head because Dr Iplier even started speaking.

"The Host refuses, Nathan just woke up and can barely sit up he-"

“Host we don't have much time here! From what I heard, Mad has already started his level and then after that it'll be Anti's turn, we can't afford to hesitate, Darkiplier is this close to taking away everything! Nate will be fine, I'm not suggesting draining Nate's energy, god knows if he even has any left." Nate wonders absentmindedly Dr Iplier remembers that he's still in the room or not.

"The Host understand what Dr Iplier is suggesting, but he worries about the possibility of being unable to separate them-"

“Host you know it's all we've got here-" Alright that's it.

“Uh hello? This ob-Obviously involves me so..."Nate grits his teeth and forces out the rest, tears threatening to form in his eyes and his throat basically screams at him to stop. "Why didn't you assholes tell me what's-" Nope shit, that's all I'm getting out. Nate starts coughing violently and Dr Iplier is at his side in an instant, grabbing his hand and stilling it. Nate didn't even realise he was shaking life a leaf until now.

"No talking." Nate nodded weakly, tears streaming down his face without his consent. "You want to know what we're talking about right?" Nate nods again, and he can't help but feel a little humiliated for no reason. He decides to take back whatever pride he has left and snatches his hand out of Dr Iplier's grip, although his instant regrets it as his hand starts shaking again. The doctor takes a deep breath before he starts to explain.

"Basically, Natemare is dying. By all rights he should be dead, in fact he was for a short amount of time before I anything to do with it." Nate raised his eyebrows. Well Shit. "But obviously, healing needs active participation on both parts and while I may have brought him back for now, I'm afraid that won't be enough for long. And Natemare is too drained to be able to bring himself back. He's essentially a lost cause and we might as well give up-" The Host kicks him, "Ow!! Let me finish!" Dr Iplier glares at him before continuing.

"These two are definitely close then, what with acting like an old married couple..." Nate thought, before his face turns bright red when he remembered the Host could hear him. Oops. The Host coughs awkwardly but otherwise didn’t acknowledge him.

"But, as I was saying, it is possible for Natemare to be able to heal and come back if he gains energy from his host or Uh, Creator I guess to ease confusion. But, Natemare is too far gone that simply coming into contact with you or being around you will have no affect."

"Which means?" Nate lets out a muffled protest as the Doctor covered his mouth.

"Nate." He warned, "I do have means to ensure that you stop further damaging your vocal cords, don't make me use them." Nate gulped and gave him a thumbs up, his heart racing. It takes everything in him to not lick the Doctors hand.

“The Host hates to interrupt but he would like to politely ask the Doctor to get the hell on with it." Dr Iplier scowls as Nate wheezes, only to cough again. Come on even laughing hurts?! Oh fuck me.

“To put it short, the only way for Natemare to gain enough energy is for him to...fuse with you. Possess you or however you want to put it, basically you two would have to become one, in fact doing that would actually help you be able to heal quicker as well." What like Steven Universe?

"Kind of like Steven Universe." The Host says, a ghost of a smile on his face that is quickly widened away by his normal frown. "The Host knows that it will work, it's happened before but..."

Nate makes a motion for him to go on, although he's a bit worried to hear what comes next.

"There is no way of knowing that once the two of you fuse, you'll be able to separate again afterwards."

"...Well Shit."

"NATE!"

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Okay so, I'm having trouble posting the new chapter because I’m currently using Tumblr moble (My laptop is broken) and the chapter is too long for it to post apparently??? Fuck??

I’m going to try figure out a way to post it all but I might have to just rewrite it to be shorter or cut it in half or something idk I’ll figure something out

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REMINDER: DON'T FORGET TO POST THE NEW CHAPTER.

O H S H I T

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Okay so!

I’ve written a new chapter (Whoo!) but since it’s currently 1am where I am, I’m going to sleep and post it tomorrow

However, since it’s probably obvious by now that I have a tendency to forget things, if I don’t post the new chapter in the next twenty four hours one of you should like, send in an ask screaming at me to remember so I don’t leave you guys hanging again, because I really don’t want to accidentally write the chapter and then just not post it for another week or something because that would suck

And on that note, I’m going to sleep, <3

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We got a deal?

Revenge Is Best Served Together (BOOK ONE)

Part Fifteen

When a fellow ego or creator is harmed, It more often than not affects those that were linked to them in some way.

Smaller egos work in slightly different ways than the big popular ones. While the well known ones tend to get enough attention on a daily biases, Egos like Nate's or Ethan's tend to require on their fellow egos for sources of energy too. Egos are made up of energy, and energy can be both taken and shared. By simply being near one and another, less well known egos can gain enough energy from one and other to survive for long periods of time with barely the slightest amount of fan attention. Because of that, lesser known egos tend to have a stronger connection to one and other, not to mention from their creators. This link can cause some complications however.

Phantom almost collapsed as he teleported into his office, feeling even weaker than he'd ever felt before. It was like a cold hand had grabbed his heart and pulled it out, draining him of all his energy. And it really pissed Phantom off, because how DARE-

Phantom snatched a pile of parchment, grinning sadistically as he watched the material crumple up and burn. He needed to go pay a visit to a certain Darkiplier.

Phantom slapped himself repeatedly in the face, trying to pull himself together only to hear a shocked noise behind him. He turned sharply around to come face to face with a concerned looking android double.

"Did I...Come at a bad time?" Phantom gave him a look that very clearly said "What do you think?"  The Android shrugged pitifully and Phantom glared at him for a moment before turning away, running a hand over the sceptre on the end of his staff. He didn't really see much reason to pay attention to the robot, It's not like he was going to be around for long. He was already half faded as it was, small chucks off him having disappeared completely and other parts basically transparent.  The Ego didn't even have an offical name to Phantom's knowledge. Why there were some people that actually still gave a damn about the robot anyways, it's not like the Take Me Anywhere music video was that good anyways. Or maybe Phantom was just bitter.

The two lesser egos stayed in tense silence for a moment, Phantom slowly gaining his energy back from the souls he'd entrapped and the broken Android not quite knowing what to do with himself. Phantom scoffed, flickering a crimson eye over to it.

"Don't you have places to be?" There was a pained look in the pale chocolate eyes, a mixture of Nate's natural eye colour and a blue that was the same as sparks that occasionally came from the egos shoulder.

"I mean...No. I came here to ask you if you..." Phantom's eyes narrowed as the other ego started to rub the area where his heart was supposed to be. Do robots even have hearts?

Phantom found himself also clutching his heart, almost on instinct and biting back a flinch as his hand phased through his chest just the slightest. He could tell that his time might run out too now, and it's not like he could keep leaching off soul energy forever. The Android seemed to take Phantom's action as confirmation.

"You...You felt it too than right? I'm not just going insane? Something happened?" Phantom was once again slightly impressed by the emotional range on the droid. There was very clear fear and anxiety in its eyes, despite how fake they were.

"Natemare is dead." There's a horrified gasp, "And Nate is most likely going to be joining him soon." Phantom watched as his fellow ego let out a small whimper and hunched over. Phantom felt a small bit of satisfaction as the other ego made itself look smaller, if not just because he was still bitter about being the shortest out of all of them. It was fucking bullshit, Why did they even have height differences to begin with, They were all the same person!!!

"I...How did..." Phantom rolled his eyes.

"Isn't it obvious? Natemare has been with Darkiplier non stop for the past few days." There was a pause and then anger blazing eyes locked on Phantom's. Phantom had the sense to be slightly worried for his own safety.

"That son of a bitch!! I'm going-" Phantom cut him off.

"To do nothing. You are barely able to hold yourself together, you will only get in the way and put yourself in danger if you come." The Android furrowed his brow.

"Wait, Why do you care-" Phantom cut him off again, this time angrily.

"I don't. I just don't need you inconveniencing me. Just stay where you are." The Android looked like he might protest, before something glinted in his eyes and smirked, although it looked forced and self deprecating.

"Guess you can't take me anywhere huh?" Phantom groaned and disappeared from the room as fast as he could.

Darkiplier was looking at a painting in his office with a critical eye, not paying attention to the fact that someone had just rudely entered his office. Darkiplier frowned, it had an unfamiliar and yet all too familiar energy signature.

"So you're the Phantom that Natemare was always complaining about." Darkiplier still didn't turn around, only giving Phantom the smallest amount of his attention. He knew his remark had hit his mark because Phantom's energy signature flickered a little before surging up like fire, despite the ego himself not actually showing any trance other than smug laziness on his face. Great, He was another Madpat.

"I do tend to have that effect on people." The Ego was weak, That was for sure. It had barely enough attention from fans but oh, It's potential almost made Darkiplier sing. It was enough for him to properly turn around a face the ego.

"So, What is a kindred spirit like you doing visiting my office?" Darkiplier made sure to spread his aura around the room as a show off power, and he only felt the smallest tinge of disappointment when it had next to no effect on Phantom.

"I'm only delivering a message." Darkiplier tilted his head curiously.

"And that message would be?" Phantom's expression darkened and the energy around them crackled. Darkiplier's eyes widened a fraction as some of Phantom's energy lashed out at Dark's aura and actually managed to destroy some of it. What the hell was this?!

"You don't want me as your enemy Darkiplier, so I suggest you back the fuck off." Phantom snarled, And Darkiplier was only taken back for a split second before he started to laugh.

"Impressive!" Darkiplier clapped his hands together. "You know, Such Power, Such potential, It is really going to waste isn't it?" Darkiplier took a step forwards, not failing to notice when Phantom took the smallest nervous step back. Phantom keep his expression blank.

"You're right, I don't want you as my enemy. But," Darkiplier smiled predatorily, his eyes flickering up and down across Phantom who's cool expression was flickering a little. "What about working together? Think of it, with our powers combined, You will never be forgotten. No, You'll be feared! Everyone will know your name, I even got rid of the competition for you!" Darkiplier held out his hand and Phantom stared at it, expression considering. "What do you say? I know you want this." A sinister greedy smile formed on Phantom's face.

"You know what, You are absolutely right." Darkiplier grinned in triumph as Phantom out stretched his hand to take his...

And Phantom's eyes glinted as he took Darkiplier's wrist and violently snapped it.

Darkiplier yelled in rage and pain, stumbling back and clutching his now broken wrist as Phantom cackled.

"Go fuck yourself, I don't take kindly to people messing with things that are mine. Have fun making deals and screwing people over now." Before Darkiplier could tear the ego to shreds, he was gone, leaving Darkiplier cursing alone in his office. Darkiplier let out an unholy scream and slammed his good fist into the wall, putting a hole right through it.

And when Wilford came to visit him thirty minutes later, the entire room was torn apart and the painting was ripped to shreds. Wilford just smirked and shook his head.

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Matpat did a video on the Markiplier egos and I am LIVING

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Gritting My Teeth

Revenge Is Best Served Together (BOOK ONE)

Part Fourteen

Some point in 2016

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Mad yawned, not even paying attention to the spluttering heater in the run down appartment he was hiding in. Sure it was annoying, but he was too damn tired to give a shit right now.

"Heeeeeeeeey Maddy!!" Mad's eye twitched, not even looking up from his phone as his best fr...tolerated acquaintance...not so gracefully teleported onto the back of his couch and spread him limbs over it like a cat, normally pale white face flushed red. He basically was a cat, A stupid, lazy, definitely drunk cat. Mad wrinkled up his face.

"You reek of alcohol." Despite his nonchalant tone, there was a small twinge of concern in his eyes. As much as he hated to admit it, Mad had a small bit of a soft spot for the Ego, one that he could see might possibly cause problems in the future. Mad didn't do caring, and the fact that he actually gave a damn about such a...Idiot was worrying.

"It's Twenty Sixteen Baby!! Paaaaaarty!!" Natemare giggled and whirled his fingers around, purposely poking Mad with his cold bare feet. "You need to loosen up man, Come join me on one of these nights out!!" Natemare's voice was so slurred it was almost impossible to make out what he's saying. "Bet chu are a lady killer!" Natemare winked sloppily at Mad who smirked.

"You know I'd take the literally." Mad laughed as Mare scrunched up his face.

"I don't get you and the whole..." Mare used air quotes, "Killing. You can have much more fun by messing with them." Mad had to resist the urge to ruffle the egos hair.

"Not all of us get our kicks from torture and shit Mare. I don't have your magic fear gas or whatever it is. Besides, You've never had the experience of seeing someone's life drain from their eyes, or the pleasure of snapping a neck. Or fire..." Mad's eyes glazed over wistfully. "Beautiful wonderful fire." Mare gave him a strange look.

"Didn't you almost burn to death in a fire though?" Mad was silent in response, ignoring Mare as he hiccuped. "You...You know like... I don't do that shit for pleasure or anything right?" Mad's brow furrowed and he finally looked Mare in the eyes, feeling a strange feeling in his chest when he saw them filled with glowing purple tears.

"Curious...coloured tears?” Mad thought. "Maybe I should experiment with this in the future? Wait no, I can't just experiment on him he's my...No wait fuck, he is nothing to me, nothing nothing nothing nothing-"  Mare seemed obvious to Mad's internal struggle.

"It's just...I gain energy from other peoples fear, I gain power from it and... hunt for it I guess but like..." Natemare hissed and squeezed his eyes shut. "Sometimes I wish there was a different way, Ya know?" Mad found himself shaking his head.

"No, Not really. I mean, If I had your powers? Holy crap, The Things I'd do!" There was a manic glint in Mad's eyes, although his grin faulted when he saw Mare flinch.

"Yeah...Good thing you don't Huh? Since you have your..." Mare Waves his hands around sluggishly. "Sciencey mathy blood thirsty shit." Mare started to giggle. "You're like, What's his name?? Einstein!" Mad made a face.

"I could not be anything less like Albert Einstein, is that he seriously the only person you can think of?" Mare just blinked owlishly at Mad.

"You mean he isn't blood..." Mare hiccuped again. "You mean good old Albert isn't bloody thirsty?? Then what the fuck is up with the apples??!" Now it was Mad's turn to be confused.

"Apples?!"  Mare nodded eagerly, his face getting way to close to Mad's own for his comfort.

"Yeah ya know...Apples. Fucking hate Apples, Stupid fucking things with their stupid...Appleness." Mad had to resist the urge to cackle.

"Why do you hate apples? So much?"

"Cause like, What are they?! They can't make up their stupid minds, Are they fruits or or or,  Or are they not fruit!!" Mare actually looked sincerely angry about this, much to Mad's continued bemusement. "And there's soooooo many different types!! Who needs that many apples?!!" Mare shoved a finger into Mad's forehead, thankfully not hitting any burns. "The government is going to kill us all with apples, just you wait." Mad finally have in a broke out in a cackle, causing Mare's face to scrunch up adorably.

"Whhaaat?"  Mad finally composed himself enough to snark.

"You know, Future you will despise you for this hang over." Natemare snorted, like Mad had just said the funniest thing he'd ever heard.

"Jokes on you, Future me will despise me regardless! So, Hah!!" Mad rolled his his eyes and roughly slapped Mare in the face, causing him to fall off the cough with a yelp.

"Don't talking negatively about yourself, It's dampening my mood." Mad grumbled, Pocketing his phone and getting on the couch. He raised his eyebrows as he stared at Mare, Who was now sound asleep on the floor in a position that just had to be uncomfortable and drooling. Mad pinched the bridge of his nose, not even flinching at the pain it brought and walked out of the room, only to return a few minutes later with a blanket. He lazily dropped it on top of the passed out ego and fought the urge to smile. He didn't care, He didn't.

Although, When Mare woke up the next morning sleeping on the old couch with a crick in his back and a apple in front of his with a purple sticky note on saying, "The apples are watching us" , He'd deny it till the day he dies.

~~~

Mad strutted into Dark's office, an bored look in his eyes and a mocking tone in his voice.

"You wanted me?" Mad asked, before freezing. Dark hadn't looked up from his desk, but in front of him were two almost identical limps bodies, one of them shifting and whimpering pathetically and the other one coated in scarlet and still. The first body Mad reconsidered the symptoms of an extreme over stimulation from Natemare's powers. He'd seen it a few times before, when Natemare was truly distressed or angered he'd loose control of how much fear he'd send to a person. Mad had never seen anyone come back from it, and for some reason this time that fact was making him uneasy, instead of delighting him. Oh god, he hoped he wasn't going soft. Although, The second person's symptoms he recognised from his own experiences. Stabbed right in the heart, no one comes back from that without the help of dark magic or...the impossible and fuck this wasn't happening he wasn't, Natemare wasn't-

Mad's eyes went blank as the flickered up from the blood covered body back to Dark.  If this whole thing was a trap, and it most definitely was, Mad knew for a fact that him and Mathew were next. Mad felt a faint strange feeling in his stomach, that he would almost akin to fear.

"You gonna tell me why I'm here or-" The aura around Darkiplier cracked dangerously, But Mad didn't even bat an eye. Oh, Poor Little Darkiplier is feeling stressed huh? Good for him, He can stuff it, fucking bastard he was going to rip out his-

"I need you to dispose of those two bodies, then get started on your level, the faster the better." Dark still hadn't looked up at him.

"Treat him with some fucking respect you asshole, He is not just some useless body in your office!!" Mad shoved down his thoughts and spoke, voice emotionless.

"Right away." I'm going to snap his FUCKING SPINE!!!

Madpat grit his teeth and nodded. As carefully as he could he picked up Natemare's lifeless body, mind already racing with possible ways to bring him back because he couldn't be gone he couldn't be-

Something almost broke inside Mad as he grabbed Nate's arm, the human instantly screaming and starting to thrash at the contact. He looked so much like Mare, he didn't have the right to look so much like-

"His mind is broken beyond repair, just kill him." Darkiplier said casually, as if asking him to do something as simple as change the channel. And Mad wanted to impale him with a remote. "But don't do it in here, I don't want blood on my carpet." It was at that statement that Mad solidified his goal in his mind. He needed to take Nate to that Host guy, he knew for sure that the creepy ego had the ability to heal Nate, maybe even make him forget the whole thing. Whatever it was, Mad knew he had to at least make an effort to save Nate, if not just for the sake of spiting Darkiplier.

"It would be my pleasure." Mad lied, before he exited the room, Mare slung over his shoulder and Nate now sobbing silently, eyes still closed. As soon as Mad knew he was alone his legs gave way and he collapsed, violent sobs wracking through his body. He should be feeling satisfied, happy even right now. Him and Natemare hadn't exactly parted on the best terms, he should still hate the bastards guts but-

Mad couldn't do it, He couldn't force himself to forget all those goofy smiles, those stupid 3am conversation, all of those dumb times when an experiment had gone wrong or when the idiot had gotten them into another bar fight.

As tears rolling down Mad's cheeks, he couldn't help but gasp. This had...This had never happened before. Mad wiped them away with one hand before staring at it.

Red.

He had red tears.

Oh how ironic.

Mad grit his teeth again and pulled himself together. He needed to get Nate to the Host's library, he'll probably be fine and...He didn't know what to do with Natemare...He'd cross that bridge when he reached it.

One thing was for certain though.

This was all the creators fault, none of them would even be in this situation if it weren't for them. He was going to make them fucking pay, even if that meant playing right into Darkiplier hands. Besides, Anti can do enough fighting Darkiplier for the both of them, even though it'll hardly end well for the Glitch. Whatever, whatever, He didn't care!

This was all the creators fault, and he was going to make them fucking pay. Time for Level Two, Madpat style baby!