(I DON'T OWN WKM)
Anti stumbled, suddenly somewhere else.
He looked around- the area was familiar, but he couldn't see the spirits. 'Is this... Iplier Manor? Why am I here?' He noticed something on his arm, he had a watch. He looked at it to see the time. That's not right... He vaguely remembered passing by a few clocks here and there while running.
Wait.
'They said they would show me... Am I in the past...? I guess I should just roll with it?' He walked up to a person mumbling to himself just in front of the door. "Hello?" The man turned and seemed pleasantly surprised at Anti's presence. "Oh, bully! And here I thought I was going to be the last guest to arrive!" Anti swore he knew this person, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Luckily, he was a decent enough actor and chuckled along with the man.
"My friends call me the colonel! You're welcome to do the same." Who the hell introduces their nickname but not their full name? Who the hell uses their title as a nickname in the first place?! It seemed the colonel wasn't interested in Anti's name and lead him inside.
"Bonjour! Bonjour! Welcome to Markiplier Manor. Invitations, please." Anti was stumped, last he checked he didn't have one. But something told him to check his pockets. He did just that and pulled out a letter that said District Attorney. "Very good! Right this way! Good luck at the table tonight- I shall fetch you a drink forthwith!" The butler guided him in. 'MARKIPLIER manor...?'
Anti looked around to see a familiar face talking with... Some other guy. Anyways, it seemed 'Blue' was here! But... Without the aura. 'Must be before he died.' "OH! There you are! How are you settling in your new office? Just know there's no one else I'd rather have beside me to protect this great city of ours!" 'Blue smiled at him, holding a cane gently. "Now, I'll see you at the table soon, but... Try not to rob me blind again! Heh." He walked off, leaving Anti more confused than he was before.
Anti walked deeper into the manor, running into a grumpy chef. "AND STAY OUT OF MY KITCHEN!" "Now, nOW! LET'S NOT be rude to our guest... So sorry about that." The butler gave Anti a glass of champagne and walked off. Anti, not wanting to be caught in the middle of whatever the butler and chef had against each other- started to walk in the opposite direction.
"WELCOME! Welcome one and all! My name is Markiplier..." Anti was stunned into silence as Markiplier went on with his little speech. 'WHO THE HELL IS THIS?! MARKIPLIER'S GREAT, GREAT, GREAT GRANDFATHER?!' Anti quickly gathered himself and listened to... Mark.
"...Life is for the living. And who knows? I could be DEAD tomorrow!" Anti rolled his eyes as Mark cackled, quickly downing his drink. 'Might as well get wasted.'
Anti was a bit of a lightweight and quickly got drunk.
After a few hours, he passed out. He remembered 'Blue' getting worried and then helping him get to a guest room to sleep.
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More Than One Way
FanfictionAnti doesn't know what's wrong with him. Whenever someone asks him why he did what he did, he can't answer- because he doesn't know. Whenever he thinks back to his days tormenting the others- they're... Blank. The memories are there, and he's sure h...
