Anti stood in front of the ruined house, examining his surroundings. He stared into the sun as it slowly sunk into the horizon, as night began to set in.

Chara was asleep. She had grown tired after their fun, which made sense, seeing how the had gone on for hours.

He chuckled, remembering the look on her face when he told her he could have kept going. She was shocked that he just wouldn't get tired.

Anti lifted a hand, and out of it came a ball of green energy. He spun it around his fingers a couple times, curiously wondering the full extent of his power

He could feel it flowing through him, the power. The limitless energy that he could tap into, and yet he didn't know what he could do.

"ThIs poWeR…" Anti thought to himself. "WiTh thIs PoweR, coUlD I rAisE tHe dEaD?" He focused his energies on the spot where MatPat had died, and tried to raise him. He could quickly feel his energy draining, so he cut off the spell. "i GuESS nOt. DisAPPOinTING. HoWeVER, DarK sumMoNED ChaRA fRom ArT, sO COulD I do the SamE?" He walked inside the shell of the house, and gazed around at the burned art. Seeing a fallen blue sketchpad, he picked it up. He saw pictures of Gaster, Frisk, Sans, Chara, some armor-clad girl named Dusk, and a man wearing a black jacket, bearing the insignia of the Delta Rune on his chest.

Chara walked in, stretching. "Hey, what are you doing with that?" Chara asked.

"Is ThiS yOurS?" Anti asked.

"No, I pulled that off a corpse." She walked over, and gazed down at the pad. "The guy I killed seemed to be an author of some sorts, both writing fanfiction and his own stories. Poor shmuck." She brought Anti over to broken body, which still had not fully decayed. "He didn't stand a chance against me. I ended up reading his story. It was… Interesting, to say the least. I don't agree with how I turn up, but that's besides the point. That man there is Harley, and I do not advise you summon him just yet, not until you can fully harness your own abilities."

"AnD wHy IS thAt?"

"He's dangerous and uncontrollable. He's as likely to oppose both you and Dark, and alongside that, he has a form of me in his head, which makes him harder to brainwash."

Anti growled. "I waNT tO teSt my AbilItiES, ChaRa. I waNt a BeinG oF pOwEr."

Chara shrugged. "Look, I'm just trying to tell you that he's dangerous in that form. How about…" She flipped back a few pages, and settled on a page that showed the same man, only now he was in was in a black and white striped sweatshirt, which, alongside his jeans, was torn in multiple places. Scars covered the opened areas, and he held a sword of bone in his hands.

"WhaTs tHe diFferEncE?"

"He is from a genocide timeline. He has massive amounts of power; he can harness the negative soul trait of Rage, has enhanced reflexes and strength, and can use magic by channeling it through his weapon."

Anti raised an eyebrow. "YoU SaiD He ComEs fRoM a FanFICtion?"

"I got bored watching you all the time, Anti."

Anti shrugged. "So YOu SaY I shoULd SumMOn HiM InStead?"

"Yeah. He is fiercely loyal to his sister, so just tell him that you will lead him to her, and all he has to do is obey you."

Anti nodded, and began to focus his energies on the journal. A green glow began to emit out of it, and Anti dropped the book. He and Chara watched as the man in the drawing materialized in front of them, and he fell to his knees. The glow faded, and they watched cautiously as he rose.

"Chara?" He asked. "Where am I?"

"Harley, right?"

He nodded. "Wait, you know me already… Don't you?" He studied her carefully, and held his sword out, ready to fight. "You aren't the Chara I know. The Chara I know is occupying my sister's body. Who are you? And who is this?"

"I aM AnTI."

"What is going on with your voice?"
"I aM a FalleN HuMan, A pOwerFUl darK enTity tHAt SpAwneD oUt oF tHE LatE SeAn McLoUgHliN. I SUmMONED yoU heRE, oUt oF ThaT."

"Why? Harley demanded. "I have to get back! I need to-"

"Look, pretty boy, in this world, we are merely art. I am an altercation to a human called Chara in a game called Undertale, and you are from an Alternate Universe of that game, thought up of by someone I slew."
"So you are saying we aren't real?"

"No! We are real, obviously. To these mortals, we are games, stories, art, but Anti here, and the guy who summoned me, Dark, are able to see beyond these boundaries to what these art pieces really are - portals. Portals to the dimensions we actually exist in. Whenever an artist draws their own interpretation of you or I, a new universe is created in which that is real, and these two can accesses those realities, and summon us through them. That doesn't mean you have left your own story, however, it just means that you are here and there. Whatever is going to happen over there will happen, and even if you die here, your story will continue."

Harley stood silent, absorbing the information he was just given. Then, he faced Anti. "You summoned me here. Why?"

"A DarK SpIriT kIllEd mE anD mY frIEnDS, AnD TOoK oVER THe WorlD. HE HAs aMassed an ArmY, and I neEd onE of My oWN to ProCeed."

Harley nodded. "You look like a devil yourself, Anti."
"I aM BeyOnD HUManITY."
"So am I. We will get along just fine."

"YeS, ChaRa TOlD Me OF YOuR PoweR. CarE To DemonStRte?"

"What do you mean by, 'demonstrate?'

"I'D lIkE To FighT yOU, tO teSt mY poWer, aND yOurs."

"And what if I manage to kill you?" Harley asked.

"You wonnnnnnnnnn'T" Anti's voice glitched out as he summoned two blades of green energy. "BriNG it On."
Chara took a step back, and Harley closed his eyes for a moment.

"What ArE yoU DoING?" Anti demanded. "FIgHT!"
Harley opened his eyes. "Sorry. I was creating a SAVE file in this new world. It's good to know I am still at LV 19, too." Harley raised his sword once more. "Bring it, demon!" He charged forwards, his sword glowing dark red. When it collided with Anti's blades, and loud blast went off, sending Anti stumbling backwards.

Harley quickly charged through the cloud of smoke, swinging his blade at Anti, who was struck several times. Green ooze began to seep through the wound Harley inflicted, and Anti gritted his teeth, and outstreched his hand, launching a green ball of energy at Harley. He ducked, and leaped forwards agian swinging at Anti's head, only for Anti to vanish. Harley hit the ground, and Anti landed on his back, a knife against his throat.

"EnouGH." Anti commanded. "YoU ARe FAst And Strong. YOu wiLl be A vaLUAble asSet to ME."

"Glad to hear." Harley remarked dryly. "You going to summon anyone else?"

"I'm ThinKing aBOuT it." Anti replied. "OnlY I don'T…" Anti cut himself off, and his head rocketed to gaze into the corner. He shot forwards, and seized a small drone off the ground.

"FuCK." He swore, squeezing the machine until it broke. "ChaRA! GraB YouR THinGS! We've BEeN SPOttED!"


Darkiplier appeared in the front of Matt's house, and gazed inside the burned shell.

"Been a while since I been here." Her remarked to Vader, who stood beside him. "When was I last here?"

"The day you created me, my master."
"Oh, yeah. And Chara hangs out here? That's oddly poetic." Dark walked over to the wall, and tore it down, leaving the spot where he knew Jack was left hanging.

All he saw was some rope hanging where he had left it.

"Well, this is an interesting turn of events." Dark told Vader, turning away. "It appears that the 'Antisepticeye' is indeed awake, and that Chara is with him. Vader, I want you to assign Slender to finding them, but order him not to engage. When he finds them, have him report to me."

"Yes, master."

Vader turned away from Dark, and strode away, heading to where Slender hung out. Dark merely focused, and was back in his throne room in seconds.

"FInally." He said aloud. "A challenge." He strode over to where his holographic map sat. "Come for me, Anti. If you Dare."

A/N Im Back!