Marvin tapped his long finger nails against his thigh, sitting in his chair back at his house. He still hadn't gotten rid of any of his 'special items' but he wasn't worried about that at the moment. It wasn't as if Jackie had any plans on taking them right away now, it seemed.

'Seems he's fallen for the dark side, spending too much time with that parasite.' he growled to himself, 'I mean he may be an animal person but Jackie HAS to remember that Anti wouldn't think twice about killing other people!'

Marvin swallowed, 'Or does he even care?' he shook his head, 'No, no, he has to care about that, at least'

The magician grumbled to himself but soon was broken out of his thoughts when his phone started ringing.

Marvin took it out, floating it in front of his face, 'It's Henrik. I wonder what he wants'

He waved his hand in front of it to answer it, "Yes~?"

"Vhere the fook are you!? You promised to do a show today for zhe children's department again!"

Marvin felt as if he just stomped on his tail, "Dammit! I forgot! Sorry, Hen! I'll be right there! I have to talk to you, anyway!"

"Just hurry zhe fuck up! A child is crying!"

"Fuck" he mumbled to himself, waving his mask over his face, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

In a flash, he was gone.

Chase watched through the camera. He was at work filming for a scene while his kids were at school.

Of course he'd probably have to work late again and call for either Jameson or Henrik to babysit.

He wouldn't dare leave his kids alone for a second after his run-in with Anti.

He had seemed mellow enough but that one meeting wasn't good enough to really tell. Anti was a trickster, after all. Just because he played nice with his kids most of the time, didn't mean Chase wanted him around them.

'Could be a fooking pervert for all I know' but Chase doubted it. His kids weren't stupid. They wouldn't be so comfortable around him otherwise.

Stuck in his daydream, Chase got to thinking about Jackie, too and how weird he was acting lately. The last time they spoke, they had gotten in a fight and it hadn't ended well. He really hoped Jackie was doing better, though.

The city needed him whether he knew it or not and without him, Anti was left to do whatever he pleased.

He already was doing so, it seemed and the thought was frightening.

'Maybe I should visit the others and see what they think?' he heard the director call 'cut' and Chase sighed, realizing they were going through their scheduled shots pretty quickly.

He could probably have time to stop by the clinic and talk to Henrik.

Chase stretched a little, cracking his back with a groan. Yeah, he needed to see the doc anyway.

Just then, suddenly everyone in the room ran off towards the window.

Chase's heart raced as they all gasped in horror and shared worried expressions.

"Isn't that Jackieboyman!? What's going on at city hall!?"

Chase bolted for the window to see what they were talking about only to see lightning and a dark sky clouding over city hall just a mile out.

He recognized those signs, 'That's not Jackie. . . . No, the lightening is Anti. Jackie would never use that power. He's always hated it. And the clouds are Marvin. . . . what the hell IS going on!?'

Just as quickly as it came, all the excitement stopped and everything went back to normal. People around Chase muttered and gossiped.

'Or maybe. . . . .' Chase rethought something, 'Maybe I should pay Marvin a visit instead . . . Him and Jackie have always been closer then the rest of us, I guess'

Chase felt a little pang of jealousy but pushed it down. No, he loved and cared for his brothers all the same. . . No matter if Marvin was technically a jailbird and criminal.

Jackie sighed, looking down on Anti's sleeping form.

If he didn't know any better, he'd say he looked cute. So relaxed and comfortable, letting out a small snore here and there. He only winced a few times because of the cut Marvin drew over his throat but otherwise, he seemed peaceful. The cuts on his cheek were covered and disinfected, too which had been a bright red before from Marvin's 'claws'.

'Little bastard always making my life hell' he thought almost fondly, 'You really are like a little brother, aren't you?'

He'd never say that out loud of him, though, of course. And especially not as Jackie.

Jackie had been angry with him at first on city hall, sure, but after seeing how worried he was that Blood-streak could be hurt . . . . . he felt bad that he had taunted him like that.

It made him wonder what was really going on inside that head of his.

He thought briefly about the journal he stole from Anti and looked over to his backpack that he had settled on the floor next to him. It was a risk having it there with him but while Anti was unconscious, he saw no threat in having it there.

'I could always kick it under the bed'

Jackie continued to stare at his backpack and tapped his foot.

What was in that journal?

He wanted to know so bad. Maybe Anti wrote about his feeling but then again, maybe it was all of his future plans of killing them all.

There could be something in it about the glove and it could tell whether or not Anti was really a suspect!

Finally making up his mind, Jackie reached over for the backpack and took out the journal.

This WAS the perfect opportunity, after all. He could just always say he found it and thought it was a book he could read? Would Anti believe that? And when he was done, he could put it back where he found it while Anti was still sleeping!

He had made his decision.

Taking one last glance at Anti seeing he was indeed still passed out, Jackie flipped open the first page.

He wasn't surprised, really. The first page was all scribbles and scratch marks. Almost as if he were trying to figure out who this whole 'writing your thoughts' thing worked.

Jackie flipped to the next page and there, he was surprised to see Anti actually HAD written some stuff down.

Dear diary. . ..  what the fuck is this shit? How is this really supposed to fucking help?

I've seen people in movies, shows and shit do this crap and it works for them along with those infernal pills but DOES it, really?!This is all bullshit. Fuck this nonsense.

More scratch marks done with a pen and a doodle of him killing Jackie. Really, he wasn't surprised and snorted in amusement at the crude drawing. He kept reading.

Why am I doing this? It won't change anything. This is stupid. I feel ridiculous. But Chase seems to be better doing this crap . . . .

Whatever.

Where do I start? Apparently I'm supposed to go to the beginning? I don't know why I should explain myself to MYSELF but it's supposed to work so I'll go with it, I guess.

Jackie noticed he had put a date in when he really started writing and it was about a year or so ago, it seemed. He started at the first date he wrote in.

I was created by that babbling idiot and his fanbase. First thing I ever remember is darkness but I could hear his loud voice. Shrill and obnoxious. Immediately, I hated him.

He created me and yet he never used me. He always pretended he was me and I couldn't understand why he was ignoring me until I realized. He didn't even know I existed.

I was forced to watch as he acted like a fool. Was that supposed to be me? 

The glitching on the videos and the jumpscares every so often. I liked the scary bits but I wanted to be the one to do them! He wasn't ME. I was me! I was the ONLY me! No one could replace me!

Until he did. 

I know he didn't know of my existence but I felt weird when he replaced me with a different personality. I felt like I'd throw up and my chest and throat hurt. I thought I was sick. 

That fucking hero. And then the magician and then the doctor and the deadbeat and then the puppet . . . . It never stopped. He just kept going.

Was I just supposed to let it happen? Let it go on forever and forever?

It needed to stop! It was so aggravating! I was alive! I was real! We all were and he didn't care! The others didn't seem to mind when he used their personalities here and there, though, not that I even acknowledged them. Why would I? They replaced me. The fools.

I was forgotten  while the other egos got to stay in the limelight. I hated it so fucking much. Who did they think they were!? Of course I was shoved so far back in his head, that none of the others knew I existed, either.

Until October came. . . . And then it was my turn again.

But I wasn't going to go back in the shadows afterward.

No, not again.

Jackie knew where this was going and he didn't like it. Was this what Anti really went through?

He flipped another page and read more, noticing Anti's writing became more narrowed and tense. He was angry when he wrote this bit.

On Hallow's Eve, I finally escaped and ripped the bastard's throat out! I released myself but in doing so, I released the others as well.

The doctor and the magician were quick to save the bastard's life but I was long gone by then. I knew how powerful he had made his first two REAL egos.

His favorites.

They were so strong and loved. I know the fanbase loves me but why should I care? I don't need anyone. I don't need love. Love is for the weak. Love is an ignorant child's fantasy that deserves to be crushed under my boot! I'll show them! I'll show them all who they're dealing with! 

I'll kill Sean for what he's done to me. He's the reason I'm like this. I didn't ask to be created.

I didn't ask for this life. I hate it. I hate them.

He still doesn't realize. He doesn't know I or the others exist. The magician made sure of that. I should have been there to stop him! Now they've disguised themselves to him and others, too! And what's worse, is that I'm not immune to it. Damn that magician!

So I have a plan. Find and follow the others. Kill them. Or at least use them to my advantage. Then kill Sean. Kill him until all his blood runs dry into his fucking office floor.

I̵ ̷w̵i̵l̴l̴ ̸n̶e̷v̸e̷r̴ ̸b̷e̴ ̴i̴g̴n̴o̸r̴e̵d̵ ̶a̷g̷a̸i̷n̷.̵

Jackie tore his gaze away from the pages, thrown off by all of it. Was this really the beginning of Anti's hatred? Did he even really know, himself? It didn't seem like it. It seemed like he really didn't even have a very GOOD reason for doing all that he did.

Just because he felt ignored?

No, he knew it was deeper than that.

Perhaps he really was just lonely and turned his sadness into anger.

Jackie looked over, checking Anti to make sure he was still sleeping. He was.

He turned and skipped through some of the other pages, seeing where Anti had lost his patience, doodled or even stabbed the journal pages a few times.

Then he finally got to something more recent.

He's gone.

He's been gone for too long. Hasn't he? Why is he gone? He should come when I want him to, right? I've caused enough trouble, right!? Why didn't he come!? Where is he?! He was supposed to come! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! W̵h̸y̸ ̸i̶s̷ ̵h̵e̶ ̸i̶g̵n̸o̶r̸i̷n̶g̶ ̴m̶e̵!̴?̷

Jackie guessed that that was when he was starting out as Blood-streak. With all the scribbles and stabs of the pen, Jackie could tell he was angry and frustrated. 

Where those tear-stains on the page? Jackie told himself it could be spit, though, too if he got too angry.

I met someone. Someone new. 

I've never cared about knowing someone else before. This strange bastard in this weird suit just shows up out of nowhere. Who the fuck is this guy? His outfit looks like roadkill. I'll call him Blood-streak for now.

I won't go into detail how he saved my ass that night. It doesn't matter. I was drunk. Who gave Vicky that taser? The magician made it, I know he did. How did it get in his hands?

I found a cat. I thought about taking it home with me for a moment but it was a stubborn thing. It'd probably tear up my curtains like a little demon. I liked it. But I had to try and take Drama Queen back home where he belonged, I suppose. That's when I saw Blood-streak again. He wanted the cat, for some reason. We bickered a bit but I gave it to him. He said he knew the owner. I was going to follow him but lost interest. Maybe I should have followed?

I met him again. Blood-streak had some information for me and brought the taser to me that Vicky used on me. I took him to Vick's hideout and killed them all. I think Blood-streak was scared but also, I don't care. Had to show him what I could do, too, in case he got any ideas.

I don't feel bad!

I made him my partner. I'll watch him more closely now.

I kind of like him. He says he has brothers. I didn't know really what to say about that. Do I have brothers? What are those freaks to me? No, they're not family. They'll never be my family. I don't have family. But they get to have family? Chase had two kids and Henrik had kids, too. They got to have family. They did it right away because that's how Sean made them and their lives went to shit because of it. Family is stupid and worthless. I don't need a family. I'm no one's brother.

That's what they always say to me, too. I'm not their brother.

Blood-streak is okay, though.

Is he like family? If so then . . . I guess that's alright. Only for him, though.

Jackie stopped reading for a moment, soaking all of that information in.

'My god, Anti, you're complicated.' 

Of course he was touched by what Anti thought of Blood-streak but on the other hand, his views on family and morals were so skewed.

He was so confused and Jackie felt so bad for him.

Jackie was tempted to read more when Anti groaned in his sleep. He quickly stood up. 

Nope! He was done reading. He couldn't do it anymore. It was too risky with Anti moving around like that.

It already more than proved that Anti didn't take the glove so he didn't need to pry into his head anymore.

No matter how much Jackie really wanted to dig  into more of the journal, he refused, walking over to Anti's closet and stuffing it in where he found it in the first place in the box.

'Hopefully he won't notice and-'

"What are you doing?"

Jackie's heart nearly stopped, hearing Anti's hoarse voice but he couldn't turn around to face him even with his mask on.

Anti didn't sound angry, though, astonishingly, "Having a good read, are ya? Yeah, I'm not stupid. . . . Not that any of that should matter to you . . . . None of it is important." he sat up slowly, still sore from Marvin's spells.

"Well? Are you just going to stand there facing away like a creep or are you going to explain yourself? Just because you saved my ass again doesn't give you the right to look through my personal shite, Fuck-face"

Jackie couldn't decipher Anti's mood. How much trouble was he in?