Confrontation|Markiplier x Reader x Antisepticeye

"Man..it was nice of Mark to let us stay at his house instead of some shady hotel, eh Jack?"

"Yeah. It sure is!" The Irishman chuckled as you both climbed up the stairs of Mark's house, entering the open living room area. Sleeping bags and pillows were tucked under your arms, as unfortunately he didn't have any beds to spare, but you reassured him that was okay.

You all had just gotten back from your first day at PAX in L.A, where you met tons of fans, answered questions they had, and received many hugs and gifts.

All in all it was the best day of your life.

But when you and Jack started discussing what hotel you should stay at, Mark quickly jumped into the conversation and insisted that you two stayed at his place. Neither of you wanted to be a burden to him, but eventually you took up his kind offer.

So here you were now, setting up the sleeping bags you couldn't wait to curl up in. While today was amazing, it took a lot of energy out of you and now you wanted nothing more than a good night's rest.

Of course, Jack did feel a bit guilty and even a tad bit nervous that he left his egos back in Brighton, worried that they'll tear down the house while he was away. But you reassured him that would never happen and that most of them were responsible enough to take care of themselves.

After hearing that, he decided to just let it go and enjoy the time he had in L.A with you, Mark, and the others.

However, little did any of you realize that, a hundred miles across the sea, a certain glitch wasn't too happy that his "favorite puppet" won't be back for quite a while. Sure he could have sabotaged his appearance at PAX again...but that would be too predictable.

Besides, many of the fans were already onto him about that, so there would be no surprise there.

And then he remembered:

If Jack was close to Mark..then that meant he was close to Dark.

Maybe he ought to pay him a little...visit, just something to spice up his day...or night..

And after watching a few videos where Dark actively took control over Mark while he was playing video games, he had the perfect plan.
........

It was around midnight or so, and you and Jack were sound asleep. Or, well, at least the Irishman was since you were still on your phone browsing through social media.

But in truth, you couldn't sleep because your mind was racing just thinking about all of the exciting events that happened today. You glanced over to the corner of the room, where you could faintly see all of the merch fans had given you in the darkness of the room.

It really warmed your heart to think that they'd go through all that trouble of putting together and creating those wonderful gifts...just for you. Words simply couldn't be enough to express your gratitude to them.

However, a small whimper brought you out of your musings as you looked over at Jack, who seemed to be tossing and turning a bit in his sleep. "Jack?" You called out softly, wriggling your way out of your sleeping bag and standing up, walking towards him. "You okay-?"

"N-No..g...get out of my head.."

Hearing those words made your blood run cold, and you immediately knew what was going on.

Anti's trying to take over....again.

'That son of a bitch...' You thought angrily, yet you were still terrified out of your mind. But you knew that you had to stay calm.

In most cases, you were the one who was able to stop him from possessing Jack simply by the sound of your voice. You were lucky to be on good terms with the glitch, although that didn't mean he would always listen to you.

It was a gamble, but with Mark in the house, you couldn't run the risk of Anti running loose, as he's only ever seen him in videos and such. Not to mention that he's only seen Jack pretend to be him in that mock video with other "Dark YouTubers".

He had absolutely no idea that the real Anti was very, very different.

And you'd rather keep it that way.

"Jack? Listen to me." Sitting down beside Jack, you gently laid your hand on top of his. "Listen to my voice..don't let him get to you. You're stronger than this. I know you are."

"I-I...c..c-can't....[y/n].." He whimpered softly, on the verge of tears. "..h-help me..."

"I'm helping you now, buddy," you hushed, rubbing his shaking back with your other hand. "I'm here for you. You can resist him..you've done it before. You just have to keep trying your best."

The Irishman nodded slowly, although he curled up and began to breathe heavily, sweat dotting his hairline as he tried his hardest to keep the demon at bay. You calmly brushed his hair out of his face, giving him small words of reassurance and encouragement.

This went on for at least a solid minute, until suddenly he fell limp, collapsing back onto the floor like a lifeless doll.

"Jack..?" Slowly moving your hands away, you stared down at him, unsure of whether you succeeded since his face was buried in the pillow.

Then there was the sound of muffled laughter...although it wasn't his.

"....shit."

Ja--Anti raised his head up, strands of messy, brown hair falling over black eyes as he stared at you with a grin. "Wrong answer~"

You quickly stood up and backed away, scowling at him.

"Aww, what's the matter, [y/n]?" He pouted, crawling out of the sleeping bag and rising to his feet. His body glitched into his signature form as he took several steps towards you. "Ya mad that I interrupted yer little vacation?"

"There's nothing for you here, asshole," you spat. "Now bring him ba-"

"Not yet," the demon tutted, a frown settling onto his face. "First there's an old...friend of mine that I've been dyin' to see~"

When he saw your now confused expression, he gritted his teeth in frustration. "Oh don't play dumb with me......does the nickname "ch͡e͏ap̛ ́i͠m̢ita͏t̶o͞r" ring a bell?" He hissed.

It didn't take too long for you to realize who he was exactly talking about, but when you did, you sprinted to the stairwell, blocking it as you knew of his intentions. "No. Hell no. You are not going anywhere near Mark! Has that fucked-up mind of yours forgotten that they're not one and th-?"

"[Y/n]? Who are you talking to?"

Gasping, you glanced downwards to see Mark at the bottom of the stairs. "Mark! Get out of here now!" You cried. "Before he-!"

"Ahhh there ya are~!"

Suddenly, you were shoved aside, slamming your shoulder into the wall. With a slight grunt of pain you looked over, eyes wide to see Anti making his way down the stairs, towards a petrified Mark. "No..no, no, no, no, no..MARK RUN!!!"

However, he was frozen on the spot as he stared at the demon. "W-Woah...y-you're that..Antiseptic guy...but..how-?"

"You think I care about you?!" Without warning he found himself pinned to the wall...with a silver knife pointed directly at his throat. You gasped and quickly ran down, although you stopped just a few feet away from Anti, completely at loss of what to say or what to do.

Mark gagged, trying to free himself from the vice grip, but to no avail. "Wh-What d-do you want then?" He choked.

"C'mon out Dark...I've missed ya~"

When that name slipped from his tongue, his breath hitched, hands trembling with fear. "I-I...I don't know what you're talking about...h-he's....he can't-"

"FA̢C͜E͢ ͜ME͝ ̵YOU ͟M̕ON҉OCH͝RO͜M̵E ́BI͢TC̡H͞!͠!͢"

He was unable to finish his sentence as he felt a knee strike his gut, causing him to gasp loudly and collapse to the floor. His glasses fell off as he curled up into a ball, whimpering and wrapping his arms around his waist in a poor attempt to minimize the excruciating pain he was in.

But in the back of his mind, he could hear a distinct ringing...

The demon smirked, as for a split-second, he could see the flickers of red and cyan. Then he saw Mark lower his head, hearing only heavy breathing instead of shaky whimpers emit from his form. "Oh? What's wrong Darkie?" He teased, grabbing him by his hair and yanking him to his feet. "Got a little crick in yer neck~?"

The moment the blade of his knife touched his neck, Mark snapped his head up. In the blink of an eye he disarmed Anti and slammed him into the wall.

You gasped lightly, seeing that Dark had finally broken throug as you saw the familiar monochrome skin, and the glowing outlines.

"You have quite the nerve coming all the way over here simply to irk me, " he growled lowly, his grip on the other demon's shirt tightening. "Now what do you want?"

For a few seconds, Anti's head was lolled to the side, but then he suddenly snapped it back up at an inhuman speed, giggling like crazy as he stared at his rival. "I just missed ya, buddy~ Is that enough of a..." His grin faltered as he looked at Dark up and down, before raising an eyebrow. "...wow..I gotta say...hidin' in a flesh prison is a new low for ya! What's next? Ya gonna slit his own fuckin' throa-?"

But he was unable to finish his statement as he felt a painful jab to his ribs, followed by a punch to his stomach. Blood sputtered from his mouth, along with his neck wound, which splattered onto Dark's sweatpants.

The elder demon looked down and grimaced in disgust, before glaring back up at the giggling mess of a glitch who had blood dribbling down his chin.

"I will never stoop to your level," he said to him, "And I will never give vermin like you the satisfaction of seeing me in person. Now go home to your little family of misfits. There is nothing left for you here."

Anti licked his lips, tasting the iron on his tongue, before he spat at Dark's face, grinning victoriously as a splatter of red tainted his grey skin. In response he simply threw him to the floor.

"What a disgusting, pile of filth you are, Anti." He shook his head with dismay. "It's fair to say that I almost pity your host.."

With that, he stomped away, presumably to the bathroom to wash the blood off his face.

Meanwhile, you were huddled up in the corner of the room, watching the altercation before your very eyes. At some point Chica had entered, initially growling at the two men who she did, yet didn't, recognize, until she saw your terrified state and went over to comfort you.

She crawled halfway onto your lap, head resting on your legs as she whined softly and licked your hand.

"I-It's okay, baby girl," you soothed, running your fingers through her soft, golden fur. The texture did calm your nerves a little bit. "It's okay..Mark will come back soon..your Dad will come back..."

Feeling a shadow looming over you both, you glanced up and flinched when you saw it was none other than Dark. Much to your surprise, he said nothing as he crouched down, staring at you with an unreadable expression.

Then Chica lifted her head up, gazing at the man who had the same face as his sweet owner did...only to recoil with a whimper as he reached his hand out to touch her.

You could feel the poor canine shaking in your lap, so you cleared your throat and spoke up. "D-Dark..she...she wants to see Mark."

The demon's gaze returned to yours, and he frowned slightly, before looking over his shoulder to see Anti still on the ground, writhing in pain with his forehead touching the floor.

"I think you knocked enough sense into him.." You reassured Dark. "..he learned his lesson. I'll make sure he never bothers you again."

Glancing back at you, he finally nodded in understanding. He closed his eyes and placed a hand on his head, groaning slightly as his desaturated skin regained color, the red and blue lines vanished, and the ringing in the air ceased once and for all.

Chica perked up, her tail now wagging as she recognized her owner once again, letting out a small boof of happiness.

With a weak, tired smile forming on his lips, Mark reached over to gently pat her head. "H..Hey..girl..." Was all he could rasp before he dropped his hand and slumped against you, his eyes fluttering closed.

Sighing in relief that it was finally over, you smiled and gently hugged your friend. "Welcome back, Markimoo," you whispered softly, rubbing his back for a few moments.

You figured that his body wasn't use to takeovers from Dark; that was an extremely rare occurrence. It made you wonder how Anti even knew that he was inhabiting his body at that exact moment, but that didn't matter anymore.

After getting Mark situated on the couch, you then went over to help out Jack, who was back to normal as well. You helped him to his feet, putting his arm around your shoulders to support him, and led him to the bathroom to make sure he didn't sustain any severe injuries from Dark's attack.

Least to say, this was the first time you've ever seen the two infamous demons meet--as their real selves and not as impostors.

And you hoped to whatever God was out there that it would be the last.