With a gruff sigh, he looked around the rest of the house, yet to no avail. There wasn't a sign of an answer to the problem that had been placed in his hands.

Then, the realization hit him like a truck.

~

He hadn't opened the closet yet.

Antisepticeye gasped, his dead eyes lighting up as the open closet hid everything he was looking for. Dark had found it. He had found the information he needed, and hid it as he was fading so Anti could use it.

Dark had done it.

With a grin, he grabbed the clipboard that was laying on a cardboard box. In the box, a ritual-looking knife. On the clipboard, multiple spellbooks that looked like they had been stolen from Hell. Anti, however, didn't need to read a word on it. In a giant Sharpie, written on a Post-It note on top of all the torn pages from the books, read,

What better way to be remembered than to force people to remember you?

The demon grinned, understanding flowing through him as adrenaline coursed through his veins. He understood what he needed to do, and with the knife, Dark had given him everything he needed.

What better way to be remembered than to show the world that he existed?

It was ironic, in a way; he used to play with Jack all the time, anyway, killing him and bringing him back to life just to play with him some more.

Why not do it one last time?

With a grin and another glance at the sharp blade, he walked outside the house and looked to the direction of Seán McLoughlin's home. He spread his wings and took off into the sky.

As he flew to his destination, a small pang of regret hit him. Dark didn't have the time to go to Mark; he was already fading by the time he found out. He had only found the information for Anti, so he could live on.

With a heavy heart, Anti landed on the soft grass of the former Jacksepticeye's front yard. Gripping the knife tightly, he grasped the top of the front door and yanked down hard. The door fell back with a deafening thud, and there were screams inside the house. Anti was grinning already, the guilt from before gone.

"Oh, Jackaboy...." the demon counterpart called in a sing-song voice, steadily walking calmly through the house. "Remember me?"

There was no reply, just banging and thudding upstairs as Seán and his wife tried to get their children hidden. Their effort was futile, of course; Anti could easily find them, but they didn't have to worry. They weren't his problem.

The former YouTuber was.

With a cackle of glee, he walked upstairs slowly, having the most fun he's had in a long time.

When he walked into Seán's bedroom, he found Seán in the corner looking terrified. His eyes widened as he saw who it was. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"W-who are... Anti?" he gasped, taking a step back.

"So you do remember me, friend," the demon laughed. "Did you miss me?"

"N-no. You can't exist."

"How many times have I told you this? Told your fans?" he hissed, pointing at the human with the knife. "You can't get rid of me! I am eternal!"

Seán's pasty white skin paled, his hands were shaking and his lips trembling as tears formed in his eyes. "You can't hurt my family, Anti. My wife... my children. Please don't hurt them. I promise they won't bother you."

"Oh, no. You misunderstand me, Jack," Anti chuckled. "I don't want your family. They can live."

The YouTuber looked confused. "Then you shouldn't be here, Anti. You're done. Your time is over."

"You thought I left?" Anti growled. "This is my world! You have no control over me!" he barked, stepping closer to his human counterpart, while he just took a terrified step back. "However, you are correct in one thing." Anti stopped in his tracks, glaring at the mortal. "I can't exist." Then, a wide grin split his face apart. "Not without you, anyhow."

"P-please, Anti!" Seán begged. "Don't do this! I have a family!"

"Yeah?" In an instant, Anti lunged forward and grabbed the collar of Seán's shirt. "I do, too." With a scream of fury and revenge, the demon slit the human's throat, who gaped in pain, his face scrunching up as he clutched his neck. Blood was spilling all over the floor and overflowing from his hands.

"Believe me, Jack. This time, it isn't personal. I just want to save my family," Anti muttered in his ear, gently placing him down on the ground. Seán's eyes fluttered closed as his shirt stained a deep red, like liquid rubies flowing from his pale skin. "Rest in peace... or whatever you mortals say."

A few days later, Jackieboy Man and Schneeplesteen regained their own consciousness. They had asked what happened, but Anti couldn't dare tell them the truth; they were closer to him than he was.

It was a rainy morning in Brighton. Antisepticeye was reading a news article online about the tragic death of the former YouTuber celebrity Jacksepticeye, otherwise known as Seán McLoughlin. He had been killed in his home during a break-in. And when Anti checked on the article's comments, he read one thread that made him feel powerful again.

I know this is the completely wrong time for this... but doesn't the way Seán died remind you of his old ego, Anti?