Anti is pissed. He had just watched an incredibly happy Jameson Jackson walk into the meeting room after Dark and... Bing? "A weird combination for a meeting" he thought to himself as he tries to get a view inside the meeting room.
As he creeps past the door, Anti trips. "Hey what the f-" a hand went over Anti's mouth as Google shushes him. "I'm trying to listen." He whispers.
Both Ego's put their ears to the door and listened in. The voices were muffled. "-so we're in agreement-" one voice says.
"What are you doing?"
They turn to face the new voice who had caught them spying. Marvin is standing over the two sipping from a cup of hot chocolate. "Darkiplier called BING instead of me for a meeting of high importance and I'm determined to find out what it is about." Google hisses as he puts his eye to the lock. "And you?" Marvin gestures to Anti.
"Why should I tell you?" Anti asks narrowing his eyes at Marvin.
"I'm nosy." Marvin sits down on the other side of the corridor with his legs crossed. "Couldn't you just sneak in there and possess JJ?" He asks.
"No I can't do that Dark can..." Realisation struck Anti. "... Sense me. Shit."
The meeting door opens.
//The start of my RP with @bellofshitposts //
Dark paces back and forth across the meeting room floor for a moment, his head held high and his gaze focused on nothing in particular as he thinks to himself. "Gentleman, I want to start off by thanking you for meeting with me on such short notice." He says, turning to face the other two men in the room with his hands behind his back.
"Hey, Hey, it's no problem at all!" Bingiplier smirks as he replies enthusiastically. "When you sent the email, I got pretty excited!"
'So did I!' Jameson signs with a grin upon his face. He claps his hands together. 'I hope everything goes according to plan. This could be so much fun!'
fiddled with an old edit that i never originally posted
If this works I'll go ahead with my shitty podcast idea.
"Wilford put down the gun." Jackie says, his hand on King's back.
"My poor fuzzy friend..." King sobs, holding a small, lifeless squirrel. Wilford rolls his eyes. "You have plenty of squirrels King. Anyway, it's not like I was aiming for it."
King sniffles as Anti appears. "What's happening here?" He asks.
"Nothing that I need you to be involved in. Anyway, I've just about wrapped this up." Jackie states, blocking Anti off. "There was nothing to wrap up Pajamaboyman. It was an accident. Simple as that." Wilford waves his gun around as he talks. Jackie tenses.
"My name is Jackieboyman."
"Yeah. Yeah. Whatever."
Jackie turns to King. "Why don't you go and prepare for the funeral? I'm sure it's what the squirrels would want." King nods solemnly. "They would want to say goodbye to Mr Fuzzy-wuzzy." King stands up and heads into the woods, his head hung low.
"And as for you..." Jackie began, turning to Anti. "You should be in Dark's office."
"How do you know that?"
"Dark told me to tell him if I caught you outside of the office." He pulls out a walkie-talkie and presses the button. "Dark. He's out."
//The start of my RP with @bellofshitposts //
Dark paces back and forth across the meeting room floor for a moment, his head held high and his gaze focused on nothing in particular as he thinks to himself. "Gentleman, I want to start off by thanking you for meeting with me on such short notice." He says, turning to face the other two men in the room with his hands behind his back.
"Hey, Hey, it's no problem at all!" Bingiplier smirks as he replies enthusiastically. "When you sent the email, I got pretty excited!"
'So did I!' Jameson signs with a grin upon his face. He claps his hands together. 'I hope everything goes according to plan. This could be so much fun!'
I can’t believe they oblitered straight men like that
No that's a sandwich. Scoliosis is when you give something up for greater good.
Explaining your scoliosis is a twisted back story
"I'm fine." Google brushes himself off. "I feel as though I might want to get out of here though. Dark may come back for me."
The pair head to the kitchen where the Jims are sitting in the dark, with a Ouija board. "Not this again..." Google mutters as he turns on the light.
"Hey! Turn it back off!" Cameraman Jim yells. "Quiet Jim! You'll scare away the demons!" Reporter Jim hits Cameraman Jim in the arm. "But the lights are on now!"
"I hear the basement is the best place for demons bruh. It's demon city in there." Bing tells them. Cameraman Jim looks at Bing in fear while Reporter Jim smiles eagerly. "Grab the board Jim! TO THE BASEMENT!!"
"No wait-"
Google closed the door behind them and sat at the kitchen counter with Bing. "So how are things with you and Chase?" He asks. "Is he still fighting for custody of his children?" "Unfortunately, the fight continues dude. At least he gets to see them during the holidays."
The Androids sit in silence for a while. Google finally speaks up. "So what was the meeting about?"
Bing sighs. "I can't tell ya man. Dark made us swear not to tell." Google frowns.
"But surely I can be trusted with this sort of info-"
"I can't tell you."
"But-"
"Google!" Bing stands up. "I said I can't tell you! Let it go!" Bing heads for the door, says "Let me know when you've moved on from obsessing over this." And leaves the room.
//The start of my RP with @bellofshitposts //
Dark paces back and forth across the meeting room floor for a moment, his head held high and his gaze focused on nothing in particular as he thinks to himself. "Gentleman, I want to start off by thanking you for meeting with me on such short notice." He says, turning to face the other two men in the room with his hands behind his back.
"Hey, Hey, it's no problem at all!" Bingiplier smirks as he replies enthusiastically. "When you sent the email, I got pretty excited!"
'So did I!' Jameson signs with a grin upon his face. He claps his hands together. 'I hope everything goes according to plan. This could be so much fun!'
You're gonna need more paper...
Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad.
Just reblogging because I love this AU and o jeez look at the time. I don't know what it says cause I'm not wearing my glasses. This is probably spelt right....
Gemilus
Aura
Humans
Elves
Fairies
Google giggles to himself maniacally. "Google?!" Dark asks again. More urgently this time. "I-i'm *bzzt* gonna *bzzt* steal *bzzt bzzt* the c-crown jewels!" Google says, his body jerking with every bzzt. Both Anti and Dark look at Google in surprise. Despite him being homicidal, he was always the more sensible ego.
Dark's surprise was almost immediately replaced with anger. "What. Did. You. Do?" Dark asks through gritted teeth. His aura flares. "It was just a prank!" Anti says quickly. "A prank? Look at him- where did he go?" Dark interrupted himself. Google was long gone.
[The Start of My RP with @bellofshitposts ]
Anti was not expecting this little prank to backfire so severely.
He was simply bored that morning and went over to the Iplier Manor. Maybe nobody considers him to be a friend, but the Ipliers will at least tolerate his presence most days. He knew he wanted to prank someone, wanted to get a good laugh out of seeing their anger and annoyance. But when none of his usual victims seemed to be around, Anti went for the next best option; Google. He'd used his teleportation abilities to glitch right through the bot, tying up a few wires and putting a few things out of place, ya know, the usual stuff. When he comes out on the other side however, Google is clearly..not able to fix himself as easily as he normally would.
And to make matters even worse, while Anti's on the floor right in front of a glitching out Google, Dark comes downstairs, having just left a meeting. Anti tries so desperately to vanish, but alas, Dark uses his powers to grab Anti before he can teleport off. Dark literally grabs Anti by the collar of his shirt and scowls at him with disgust, looking between the wretched little demon and his corrupted robot housemate.
"Google?" Dark audibly questions, still holding Anti off the ground and resisting the urge to choke him.
- you’re gay - can read - support gay people - want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past - are an antelope - or want a chocolate bar.
No one will know which applies.