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He doesn't think he’ll ever forget it. Not now, not ever. He’ll never forget the look on Jacks' face when he took control. When he showed once and for all he wasn't something to be played with. Not something that would just cooperate with everything his maker said.
There was a hunger for power and attention. He was the main event, the reason why they all watched. He was the clock ticking away the audiences long hours theorizing and roleplaying. It was intoxicating his already twisted mind and was more gratifying more than any other sensation he'd ever felt. He recognized that look of exhilaration on its face.
What is that?
There was a thing of beauty in front of him as Anti watched from the screen wondering who in the world could this creature of independence be? Marks panicked speech all but muted by the vengeful roar of the bat swiping through the air. The strikes were calculated, each had a designated target, making each one potentially fatal. A beautiful dance of emotions.
But it was wasted on a definite partner who could never appreciate the beauty of it.
He processed the expression on Marks' face.
It was the same as Jacks.
Who is this?
The figment orchestrating the Creators doom was made of well-built form cloaked in a casually black button up vertically white striped quarter sleeved shirt. Grey pants with torn up knees covered his legs. His slip on shoes a darker gray. It would make sense for him to have slip ons, for he didn't seem like the type to have good knot tying abilities as where his eyes (maybe?) once were. All that remained were black sockets. Eyes that enveloped Anti with a story that was better than any book could ever hope. That's when the smell hit him. It was the smell of blood and decay, but with an after thought of pain and ink. Anti stared through the screen of the monitor and wondered,
Who is he?
He may not know who he was, but he knew exactly what he was going through.
Pink flooded his vision and Anti fled the monitor and retreated back to the depths of the code out of surprise. the feeling of solitude slithering down his spine. he wanted to go back, to see and hear more about this stranger he knew from a glance.
No.
He had come here for a reason, he could not abandon his goals just because he had seen another one of Marks discarded creations. No
He would simply hunt the mystery ego down after he got a physical form.
Speaking of,
Anti swam through the sea of code searching for the status of the Googles. He bypassed the firewall easily, Hm. The Googles prided themselves on their security, but it looked like this software hadn’t been updated or maintained in months. Makes it easy for him.
Google Unit Red- Offline
Google Unit Yellow- Pending
Google Unit Blue- O̶nl͙͙i҉̘n̜͙̝̯͐ͥ̌͘͟͝e̶͈̭͙̘̯͎͕̥ͬ̾ͩ̅͘͜
Google Unit Green-Powering Up
Anti figures Green is the best way to go as, last time he checked, Green had the most information. Antis face cracked a sickening smirk as he waited for Green to power up, waited for the moment his system was the most valuable, and then like a snake is on the grass, jumped from the computers code to Greens mainframe the second the androids eyes split open.