"I'm so glad you accepted my offer Anti, the other egos will be happy." The man in the suit that Anti now knew was called Dark smiled kindly.

"Where are we?" Anti asked as he looked around at the sea of tall buildings and busy streets.

"Welcome to LA." Dark answered as he led to him a nearby home that looked abandoned.

Or so he thought it was abandoned.

Inside was more people that Anti didn't know, setting him on edge.

There was a person in a silver alien jump suit, a man in a regular black suit, a man that looked like a doctor, a man in an anime school girl outfit, a man dressed like royalty with peanut butter on his face, and a man with a bloody tan rag covering his eyes.

And those were just the people Anti could see.

"Don't worry about them, they're all friends." Dark assured him.

"Who are all of you?" Anti frowned, noticing that all of the men had similar feature except for their outfits.

"We're all egos from Mark Fischbach, just like how you said that you were an ego from Sean McLoughlin." Dark explained patiently.

"There's so many of you." Anti remarked in awe.

"But how? I thought the lab in Brighton was shut down by the government." Anti added.

"I'll explain later." Dark promised.

"And the house?" Anti gestured around them.

"I bought it under the pseudo name Damien." Dark admitted, watching the egos mill around and talk with each other until one strode up to them.

"Who is this?" A man with a pink mustache drawled as he casually pointed a golden pistol at him, causing Anti to grab his knife in retaliation.

"Wilford, this is Anti. He's our friend." Dark introduced the two.

"So you're a fan of knives huh? We'll get along just fine." Wilford mused as he twirled the gun in his hand and walked off.

"I don't understand why we brought him here, this was not part of our primary objective." An ego wearing a blue shirt with a G on it in white interjected.

"Well consider him part of our secondary objective then!" Dark snapped.

"Okay, who all is there?" Anti interjected, noticing that all of the egos had turned their eyes towards him.

"I'm Silver Shepherd, but people call me Silver. I represent Marl's want to do good." The hero-esque ego greeted Anti.

"I'm king of the squirrels, but I usually go by king. I represent Mark's past." The royal ego chimed in proudly. 

"There's also Yandere, who is Mark's protective side, Google is Mark's logic, Wilford is Mark's insanity, over there is Doctor Iplier, Mark's want to help everyone, I obviously am Mark's dark side, and lastly there's the Host, Mark's creative and slightly creepy side." Dark listed off, confusing Anti more and more with each name he listed off.

"So why is he here anyway?" King cut in.

"The host knows he's here since Dark felt a sense of connection towards Anti when he saw him abused by his friends." The host spoke up.

"N-no, I mean, definitely not." Dark stammered, his face blushing a light red hue in poorly disguised embarrassment.

"Either way, should we tell him our plan?" Yandere interrupted.

"Not yet, we must see if he is trustworthy first." Dark decided.

"What do I have to do, sacrifice someone?" Anti chuckled jokingly.

"Not yet, but we would like to see your skills you have to offer." Google spoke up.

"Fair enough." Anti shrugged before creating a knife in hand and throwing it towards Wilford.

The knife embedded handle deep into the wall behind him, just barely kidding his face.

"What the bloody hell was that for?!" Wilford snapped.

"Not bad." Dark remarked.

"But wait, there's more." Anti declared in an announcer's voice before reaching out to see whose fear he could use to control them.

He chose Wilford, making him bark like a dog until Anti relinquished control and turned into black smoke as his last trick, flying around the room before returning to his normal form.

"The Host is impressed with his performance as well as everyone else in the stunned to silence room." The Host proclaimed, cutting through the quiet.

"You'll fit in just fine." Dark assured Anti with a grin as he led him to the kitchen to tell him their plans.