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I’ve been going over a lot of ideas these past few days because I’m interested in writing an actual series. This is my first attempt (and I still might not have the full plot figured out yet), so go easy on me haha.

So, what happens when Dark finds himself split apart into Damien and Celine? I know there’s a few other stories that have this kind of plot, but this is my take on it! Let me know what you guys think! Likes and Reblogs are super appreciated guys!

“Are you sure about this, Anti?”

Marvin wants nothing more than to go back home, but Anti has a tight grip on his arm. The magician can feel Anti’s sharp nails digging a little into his skin; a warning to keep still.

They’re currently hiding in the Iplier Ego’s building, hidden away in an office in the part of the building nobody used. The only thing keeping them from getting caught is Marvin’s magic and Anti’s ability to glitch through the security systems. And though Marvin has yet to meet most of the Iplier Egos, he’s very much aware that almost all of them could kill him and Anti if given the motivation. And sneaking into their building definitely counts as motivation.

“For the last time, yes.” Anti sneers. This had, of course, been his idea. He wouldn’t go into details on it, but he and Dark had apparently gotten into another one of their so-called “fights” yesterday (you could barely call them fights, it was more of insulting each other’s prides until someone broke it up). And usually Anti lets it go and moves on, but not this time. He insisted that today would be the day he finally got back at Dark.

Which, apparently, required Anti to drag Marvin away from the comfort of his room and force him into this really, REALLY dangerous situation.

“Why did you even bring me here? If we get caught they’re gonna kill us both!” Marvin whined, and he pouts when Anti smacks him on the head.

“Because you’re exactly what I need to get back at Dark! That bastard thinks he’s so much better than me.” Anti growls, and he starts to glitch more in place as his anger starts to rise. “He wants to act all High and Mighty, but he’s weak. We’re taking him down, now.”

“We?” Marvin whimpers, and he flinches when Anti’s nails bite further into his skin. The demon notices this and lets go; he takes a deep breath to calm himself, and the glitching goes down slightly. It’s a step in the right direction, Marvin notes, so he listens to what Anti has to say.

“I just need you to cast a spell for me, Marv. That’s all I’m asking for.” Marvin narrows his eyes a little through his mask.

“You want me to cast a spell on Dark?” Anti nods. Marvin stares at him for a moment longer, weighing his options carefully, before speaking again. “And then we can go home?”

“And then we can go home.” It’s quiet for a moment, and Anti is practically holding his breath as he waits for Marvin’s decision. He’s close to snapping at the other when Marvin finally speaks up.

“Alright, I’ll do it. But you have to do my chores for a week.” Marvin should be a little worried about the wicked smirk Anti gives him, but he’s already committed to getting this over with. So now all he can do is listen to Anti’s plan, curious to know his plan on getting back at Dark.

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“…So, based on these calculations, it might be best if we moved our focus to…”

Dark can’t even bother to pretend that he’s listening to Google at this point. The android is standing in front of the TV in their meeting room, going over some data he and his brothers had been working on this week. It’s important, Dark knows this, but having to listen to Google speaking for so long with that monotonous voice of his…it’s enough to drive him insane.

“The Host speaks up apologetically, interrupting Google in the middle of his presentation. He turns to Dark and suggests ending the meeting early. He then apologizes to Google again, but points out that nobody has been listening to his speech. Perhaps it would be better to meet again tomorrow, when everyone may be more alert.”

“Wait, have none of you been listening to me this entire time?” Google looks offended, and he narrows his eyes when Bim and Wilford snicker. “This is a waste of my time. Let me know when you all want to take this seriously.”

Google storms out of the room, flipping off the two show-hosts when they burst out laughing at his expense. Dark pinches the bridge of his nose tiredly; it wasn’t even noon and he was already done with today.

He glances at the remaining egos at the table. Silver and Ed both looked bored, and Dr. Iplier had zoned out about five minutes into the meeting. Bim and Wilford are still laughing at the other end of the table, each taking turns mocking Google. Dark has to resist the urge to slam his head on the table. Host seems fine, but Dark can sense that the other wants this meeting over just as much as he does.

“We’ll pick up where we left off tomorrow; meeting adjourned.” Ed and Silver are gone almost immediately; it’s not surprising, those two always preferred being on their own. Bim is the next one to leave, skipping over to his studio to work on his latest skit. Dr. Iplier and Host stay to chat with one another quietly, and Dark stands as Wilford saunters over to his side of the table.

“I suggest you don’t antagonize Google anymore than you already have.” The pink ego just smirks mischievously, and Dark feels himself smile lightly in return. Even when Wilford got on his nerves, the other could always get him to smile.

“I’ll stop antagonizing him when he stops being so antagonizable.” Dark is about to point out that- no, that’s not actually a word, but he shuts his mouth when the Host shoots up suddenly. Dr. Iplier flinches away automatically, and everyone stares at the Host with a mix of confusion and worry.

“The Host senses something is wrong.” Wilford and Dark are on immediate alert, both using their auras to try and sense what has the Host so upset. Dr. Iplier stands and puts a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder, his eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“What’s wrong? C’mon hon, what is it?” The Host is mumbling nervously under his breath, using his powers to try and find what was wrong. He doesn’t understand what’s happening, but he had been hit with a sudden feeling of danger. It makes no sense to him, but he’s learned to not question things like this; if his own abilities were trying to warn him of something that even he couldn’t predict, then something horrible was going to happen.

“I feel it too.” Wilford narrows his eyes, a bright pink glow encompassing his body as his aura searched for any threats. Dark stood next to him, his own black aura surrounding himself. Wilford pulled his gun out of his waistband, and Dr. Iplier gulped nervously. He turned back to the Host, biting his lip in worry.

“What’s happening?” The Host shakes his head in frustration, and Dr. Iplier watches as blood seep through his bandages as he continues searching. “Something is blocking the Host from seeing. He is using almost all of his powers, but he is unable to narrate what is happening.”

“What the hell is going on?” Dark snaps, his aura ringing loudly in his frustration. For the first time in a long time, he doesn’t have control; it’s putting him and the others on edge as they fail to find the source. But he can feel it too; something chaotic and foreign to him, promising nothing but trouble. It makes his blood boil.

“You shouldn’t have underestimated me.”

All of the egos snap their attention to the door to see two figures in the doorway. How had none of them noticed them until now?

Dark narrowed his eyes. It’s Anti, that pathetic excuse of an ego, and…Marvin? Dark tried to remember what he knew of the other, and it wasn’t much. A harmless magician who wore a cat mask and a cape; not something he had seen as a potential threat. But now the magical ego is standing in the doorway, his hands glowing brightly and facing out towards Dark.

“Anti, what is the meaning of this?” Dark growls, and he feels his shell beginning to shatter dangerously. Marvin, intimidated by the power display, takes a hesitant step back. But Anti, on the other hand, only looks more excited with Dark’s rage; his smirk widens, and Dark’s hands twitch with the urge to attack. From his peripheral he sees Wilford aim his pistol at the Septics, making a show of taking off the safety.

“I’m gonna enjoy this. Marvin, now.”

Suddenly, a searing white light fills the room, followed by a high pitch ringing that shakes everyone to their core. Wilford’s body trembles, but he forces himself to open his eyes; everything hurts. He takes a deep breath, fighting against the dizziness and urge to pass out.

He looks around the room, disoriented and nauseous from whatever had just happened. His vision is blurry, but he can see Dr. Iplier and the Host curled up together on the floor; his heart clenches when he sees his two friends are unconscious. He’s about to start looking for Dark when he spots the two blurred figures in the doorway.

Anti and Marvin are still here, and they both look just as disoriented as he feels…this is his only shot. Despite the show he puts on, Wilford is not an idiot. He realizes, even in this state, that they won’t be there for much longer. So he does what he does best.

He aims his pistol and fires. Through the dizziness he sees a bullet go through the magician’s shoulder; the ego wails, covering the wound with desperate and shaky hands. Wilford laughs breathlessly and collapses to his knees, his body shutting down from whatever Marvin had done. But he still feels victorious as he vaguely hears the two Septic Egos freaking out. He shuts his eyes for a moment to fight off the dizziness, and when he looks back up the two are gone. Anti had probably mustered up the strength to glitch them out of there, the lucky bastard.

With the immediate threat gone, Wilford falls to the side with a huff. He hadn’t planned on being ambushed today, but he supposes nobody really plans for that anyways. His head is starting to hurt, and his eyes are becoming heavy; passing out has never sounded so lovely to him than in this moment.

He glances over to the side where he knows Dark should have collapsed, and he is surprised when he sees two figures curled into one another. One is a man in a suit, the other is a women in a dress. There’s something familiar about the two, but Wilford’s mind and body are shutting down too fast for him to process.

He’ll deal with it when he wakes up.

I hope you guys liked this! I’m gonna start working on part 2 eventually :D

(also lmk if there’s any ships you guys want in this, the only canon one right now is dr. host but i can add more :D)

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