"The Host knows that the author has chosen Anti and the Host to go next since we have the possibility of making a good pair." The Host spoke up.

"What? Me and you?" Anti scoffed in disbelief, clearly not happy about he idea.

"Oh this will be fun." Dark chuckled in amusement.

Without further protests, the pair took over control of their respective YouTuber, coming to on the couch in the living room.

"Anti then goes to the kitchen to grab a knife to stab people, specifically me since I'm the closest target." The Host continued as Anti disappeared, returning with a kitchen knife in hand.

"That's right bitch!" Anti yelled as he charged towards the calm male that was still seated on the couch.

The Host simply grabbed the knife by the blade as Anti tried to stab him in the neck and tore it from the demon's grasp before throwing it aside.

The weapon skidded across the floor before thudding against a wall far from Anti.

"Anti will then try to grab the knife and-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Anti shouted, cutting off the Host as he angrily stomped off to retrieve his knife.

"The reader is amused at seeing Anti so frustrated by the fact that he cannot kill me." The Host stated, ignoring Anti.

Anti muttered curse words under his breath before his expression brightened, an idea coming to mind.

"The Host knows that Anti is planning something, yet the Host doesn't know since the author doesn't want the Host to know to create drama." The Host continued as Anti went to the bathroom.

"If I can't have him," Anti growled as he looked at his reflection in the silver blade of the knife in his hand.

"Then no one can."

With that, the demon slit his own throat and returned to the conference room with a smug grin of triumph.

"Anti, what the hell did you do?!" Jackaboy-Man exclaimed as Anti appeared, his eyes wide in shock.

"I killed Jack so no one can control him." Anti announced proudly.

"That means you kill yourself too!" Marvin snapped, irritated at the demon's rash actions.

"I'm a demon, I'll be fine." Anti shrugged.

"You're Jack's demon, meaning that you'll die with him idiot! I would've killed Mark by now if that wasn't the case." Dark grumbled bitterly.

"Well shit." Anti sighed in frustration.

"Goddammit, Schneep take over and see what you can do." Chase directed.

The German doctor nodded before taking control, The Host relinquishing his control as well to allow Dr. Iplier to step in.

"Zhat motherfucker needs to die." Schneep grunted in pain as Dr. Iplier knelt down by him.

"I'm sorry, you're dying." Dr. Iplier told Schneep grimly.

"I know zhat, now fucking help me!" Schneep hissed, not in the mood to take anyone's bullshit.

"I'm a doctor, I know what's best." Dr. Iplier soothed him before he got to work with the limited supplies he found in the bathroom closet.