I woke up in an unfamiliar place. I was in a room with TVs all stacked on the wall in front of me. I felt of ping of pain in my head and my memory came flushing back. Suddenly, the TVs flashed to life, all sitting on static.
Jack's face came up on the screens, with each one showing a different part of it, making it look more like a movie theater screen. Well, a distorted version of him. Hey eyes were pitch black with a green iris, and there was a slit on his neck with a layer of dried blood.
"J-jack? H-how? Why?"
"You don't remember me either? Jeez you guys are just the definition of out of sight out of mind, huh?" he cradled the knife in his hands.
His image glitched and convulsed on the TV, which I assumed was some kind of special effect.
"If you're not him, then...who are you?"
"Me? Well.." he giggled.
All the TVs went black. As he spoke the next sentence, he would appear on a different screen with each statement.
"I'm the one...the only...the all-powerful...Antisepticeye!"
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Mark decides to stay at Jack's house during a special, one-time convention over in Brighton. But ever since he got there, Jack was acting strangely. First being late to the airport, nightmares, even having full blown panic attacks. Mark does his best, but he has absolutely no idea what's wrong. Soon enough, he finds out. And it's NOT was he was expecting.
What happens when secrets are revealed, and faded memories return?
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A/N: While Mark/Markiplier does play a role at a main character, this is NOT a Septiplier fan fiction. Mark and Jack are both single is this story, but only friends, nothing more.
The Threads That Bind Us: An AntiSepticEye Origin Story
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Jack recognized him immediately, "Son of a bitch..." his perturbed voice echoed through the large room.
The man remained silent, never breaking his focused gaze.
"Now I have to deal with you? 'Jameson', right?" Jack continued, approaching him, "Who's next?"
Only dead air replied.
Jack grew impatient, "Can you fuckin' speak or are you-"
"I'm afraid you won't get a word out of him." A calm voice interjected.
Jack turned around to find another character from his computer screen manifested into a reality. The curious white mask was already etched into his memory - his hands clasped behind his grey shirt and black jeans. He stood composed with an air of pretentious mystery.
"...You." Jack growled. Suddenly Anti was the least of his problems.
- From Section Three: "̸Yo̸u ̴C̷an̸'t ̶Get̴ ̷Ri̷d̴ o̷f̶ M̴e̴...̷"
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October 2016... the month no one in the JSE community will ever forget. If only Jack was truthful about what *really* happened...
In a story filled with mystery and tragic twists, Jack is plagued with a disturbing presence that proves to be much bigger than himself. As his reality begins to unravel, he is left to uncover the secrets of his demonic counterpart and restore peace before it's too late... for all of them.
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Mild gore // Frequent strong language // Brief, indirect references to su*cide
This fan-fiction is based on the videos and associated lore of the JackSepticEye "egos".
To Ben, who convinced me to finish this story, and to the entire JackSepticEye community: you all have given me invaluable memories, inspiration, and countless reminders to stay positive and never stop creating. Thank you.
Story Completed: June 8th, 2019