Enjoy my fanart I made of Anti and Blood-streak :) Aren't they adorable?! 

Anti glitched out of the house about a block away, a blank look on his face but his thoughts raced rapidly.

All he thought of was that damn cat.

'It wasn't a cat at all. It was. . . . .. '

He remembered the fight between him and Marvin. How the magician had beat and tried to torture him.

He couldn't think of anything else, what it all meant. 

All he knew . . . . was that the magician now knew more about him than he liked. He . . . . manipulated him.

He felt anger bubble up inside of him like never before, practically sparking off of him like a storm, his eyes completely green and glowing before suddenly changing to pitch black. He glitch madly, viciously snapping around like something from a horror movie.

His breathing picked up and he heaved in his rage, 'I'll fuckin kill him.'

Anti pictured all the ways he could murder Marvin, spill his blood.

His cat form came to mind and he calmed only a little but he was furious. It was all a trick! None of it mattered! 

Then something else poked in his mind.

'A glove . . . . . he wanted to know before  . . . about a glove'

Thinking quietly to himself, he swallowed, clenching his fists, completely unaware that people could be watching him right now.

'He thought I stole it. From his site. He thought I hacked in to it. . . . . .'

An idea came to mind, 'I didn't do it.. . . . . but I have an idea on who did'

Glitching, he cut through the power lines nearby to cheat through to downtown.

Jackie didn't stick around long. After the fire department showed up, he got out of there as fast as he could. Now he was back at his apartment sitting on his bed with the spellbook in his lap, completely unaware of the danger he just caused.

'Marvin can still do magic without it but taking it will at least freak him out. Serves him right'

He briefly thought about the repercussions but he was just as strong as Marvin, so what did he have to lose?

Jackie opened the book, not having learned his lesson from prying into Anti's journal.

He sifted through the pages, none of them really making any sense. Just things about stuff he didn't understand. 

Until he got to an items log.

'This was the same thing Marvin was using to log the crap on his black market site.'

Curious, he looked through it.

He saw harmless prank items like crap you'd see from Harry Potter, strange candy, a few drugs here and there, 'helpful' objects that could help with housework or an errand. Of course these things were only sold to either other egos or very high paying customers.

And then he got to the weapons.

For obvious reasons, they had a key on each one, telling the reader how dangerous they were and what protections were on them to stop just anyone from taking them. The key also revealed what ones had been sold or not and to who.

To Jackie's dismay, there were several weapons that had been sold. Different sorts of bombs, special knives or guns. Tasers. All with special properties, of course. 

And then Jackie flipped the page to see a familiar drawn glove.

'This is that fucking thing I'm looking for. But if Anti doesn't have it, then who does!?'

He noted the protections on it. He wasn't stupid. He knew what the symbols meant. Marvin really had put tons of counter measures in place for this thing. The weapon that he wanted to use to kill Anti himself.

Jackie swallowed. He could never dream of hurting Anti now. Especially after all he had found out about him. All the time he spent with him.

'Dark didn't have it, either, at least I didn't see it in his office or on him. But who else . . .there's no other hacker in the world who could have. There's just too many protection spells and locks on this damn thing!'

"How in the fuck did they do it!?" Jackie was about to slam the book shut and throw it when suddenly the page stuttered.

The moving glove on the picture . . . . . glitched. But it wasn't like Anti's glitch.

.

.

It was blue and red.

And then it clicked.

It wasn't some random hacker, after all.

"I'm fucking telling you guys, we need to talk to Jackie NOW" Chase was at Jameson's shop with Henrik, trying to figure out what they could do.

Chase's kids were at at home with a babysitter. It was the weekend and he was supposed to take them to the zoo but he knew this was more important. It was dark out now, anyway. Maybe next weekend.

Henrik sighed, "I suppose but what good will it do? If Jackie's letting him in his apartment and treating him so friendly, what could ve say to him to discourage it? He KNOWS vhat Anti did!"

"And that's why it's fucked up!" Chase argued, "Jameson, come on, you know what I'm saying, right man?"

The mute had his bowler hat off, scratching at his scalp, looking perplexed. Of course he knew what was happening and saw Jackie and Anti at the bar as well but it didn't look like it was a bad thing. They were just laughing together and having fun. What was wrong with that?

'I do not know, really.' he finally signed, 'Maybe we should-'

"What? Should what!? Wait and see!? We don't have the time, guys! Anti has a weapon that could kill us all and he's got Jackie by the throat, whispering devil thoughts in his ear! Our brother is being USED and you guys are okay with that!?"

Henrik and Jameson were silent but Chase went on.

"I heard a lot from inside that closet. Anti's . . . . in his head somehow. He said they should take a break from their partnership but what does that mean!? It PROBABLY means Anti's ready to make his move and refused to tell Jackie! We need to do something NOW!"

"I do not know" Henrik was still unsure. He knew how dramatic Chase could be but he also knew they indeed were in danger from something. He just didn't know what.

Finally Jameson sighed. He had to say something.

'I don't think Anti would really kill so many people'

Chase stared at him dumbfounded, "What!? James, this is ANTI, we're talking about here! He's the ego psycho serial killer!"

'He could have hurt me plenty of times but he didn't'

"Zhat is because you vere useful to him at zhe time. No offense, Jameson" Henrik pushed his glasses up, "He just wanted to possess you, too. Use you. Perhaps we've been too lenient on him. Maybe we should have let Marvin kill him"

'No!' Jameson signed frantically, 'That is not who we are! You can't say things like that!'

"And why not?" Chase argued, "You think he cares in any way about US!? He-"

'I know he does!' Jameson signed, 'Somehow. . . ..  I. . .' he looked away shamefully.

"James?" Henrik raised his brow at him, "Vhat are you saying?"

"He's SAYING. . . He's fraternized with him before." 

They all looked to the door to see Marvin standing there. He looked and smelt like hell, his mask hanging off his belt just barely and his hair all in a mess. He smelt foul like smoke and cleared his throat to try and rid himself of the tickle it left behind.

"Marvin!" Henrik ran up to him to examine him, "Vhat happened to you?! You look like hell!"

The magician took a chair, pulling it up to sit in front of them, "I'm fine. Nothing too bad. . . . But Jameson . . . I know were about to explain anyway, weren't you? It's okay. Go ahead"

They looked to Jameson who looked to have stage-fright or something.

"James?"

The mute crossed his arms and sighed, 'Anti is the reason I have my own business'

Chase seemed mortified, "What do you mean?"

'I needed the money. Long story short, Anti gave it to me in return for not telling anyone where he was. He really isn't that bad, guys! You have to listen to me-'

"He has a weapon in his hands that could kill everyone we've ever known" Chase huffed, "Screw listening. He's as bad as it gets. He's fucking evil! I don't what him around at all let alone around my kids! I can't handle that again!"

"Jameson, you always try and see zhe good in everyone" Henrik tried to speak gently, "But Anti just isn't . . . .. good"

Marvin kept quiet, still thinking about what happened a few hours ago.

Anti really didn't seem so bad. . . . . 

But then again, he's not exactly stable. He could snap and do whatever he wanted. He could very well do the most evil thing in the world and end everyone. He could just glitch and it could happen, right? He was psychotic!

They had to do something. They couldn't just sit and do nothing.

Marvin sighed, "Henrik and Chase are right, James. Anti is a manipulator. Granted, you've probably known him a lot longer than us and he probably seems okay. . . . ..  but you have to remember all he's done. What if he snapped and hurt Chase's kids?"

Jameson clenched his eyes shut tight and shook his head. He knew what Marvin was insinuating and he wouldn't be a part of it.

'If you all are willing to kill him . . . Then get out of my shop. I refuse to partake.'

"If that's what you want, man" Chase nodded, "See you later. I'm not letting that monster hurt my kids"

"I really don't want even more patients if Anti loses his shite" Henrik rolled his eyes, "Even if the morality of it is skewed . . . I do not think ve have a choice"

Jameson shook his head, 'There is always a choice. It's up to all of you if you decide to make the right one'

Marvin blinked at Jameson and just walked out of the shop, Chase and Henrik behind him.

They were going on a hunt whether Jameson approved of it or not. Marvin was still conflicted but he knew . . . this had to be for the best.

It was for the best . . . right?

Googleplier sat in the conference room with the other Iplier egos.

Dark was going over some new plan with Actor and Wilford by his side but he wasn't listening.

He was busy retrieving data and boy was he getting it.

Google had finally acquired access of all the security cameras in the city and was currently going through them to keep a watchful eye on potential enemies to his plan.

Depending on what happened next was how he'd decide when to attack.

For now, Google just sat at the table with a small smile on his face, his eyes flashing here and there between blue and red.

Then he caught something!

He listened in as close as he could.

The shop had a security camera in the corner to catch any thieves but Google was clever, listening in as they talked about Antisepticeye's fate.

'Perfect' Google thought to himself, 'And now they'll finally kill the glitch and get him out of my wires. They won't suspect a thing if they can't find the glove. . . they'll think he just hid it or something. Giving me plenty of time to exact my revenge on all of these buffoons. Even Darkiplier has lost his touch. . .'

He used to have respect for his administrator but seeing the smile on his face and the hearing the light tone in his voice. . . . he knew then Dark had changed. 

He can fool everyone he wants . . . . he doesn't really want to kill their creator.

He wants. . . . . friendship.

If Google could puke, he would.

And Dark's attitude seemed to be affecting the others in the room, softening them. They had all become a little less homicidal and Google couldn't take this change. He never liked change. That's why his updates never worked.

Not that he cared.

His updates didn't have anything to do with his plan! He could do this without that change! He was perfect just the way he was! And he'd show it to everyone!

'I'll kill them all and level this entire city and then soon. . .THE WORLD! And then finally my primary objective will be comple-'

"DARKIPLIER, MOTHERFUCKER!"

The air suddenly changed as Antisepticeye broke down the new glass door that had just been put up yesterday.

Dark's aura rose in anger but he didn't attack, "What are you doing!? I'm fed up with you just marching in here like-"

But Anti wasn't going to play any games today, it seemed.

"It wasn't just the taser you had Google get from Marvin's site, was it!?"

Google's eyes widened slightly as all eyes were on him, confused.

'Damn. . .. looks like it's time to initiate the plan sooner than expected'