[MOST LIKELY TO HAVE MISTAKES]

I just want to say, thank you for all the kind messages that you guys have given me about my pain, and yeah when I posted it I realised I sounded attention-hungry which was NOT my intention! I was just moaning and groaning about it. So thank you!

Btw are you guys being notified? Again, just scared no one can find out I'm posting. ;-; aahhhhhh pplllsss be notified!

Ps, just wanna say, 'Hostil' is pronounced 'Hos-tiiil', almost french sounding. Not to offend anyone!

The majority has chosen (Plus PMs): Hide

Your POV:
I panicked, and shot straight up out of my now revealed spot, and darted through the woods, avoiding roots that may trip me over. I had to hide.
West of the circle Anti and the rest were in was a big dull-coloured tree that towered above me, with dark-teal bushes going all around it, encircling the tree in tight, thick packs, with few entrances and gaps. The bushes and grass were overgrown, growing tall. Infected vines spiralled around the dark tree, clinging to it like a hideous child to its distorted mother. I wouldn't be able to get the vines off if I tried, and I have no idea what kind of infection that is. This is definitely a different world.

I carefully set my foot inside a narrow opening in the bushes, and sat down in the bed of overgrown grass blades, peeking out just slightly above the thick bushes.
"She spied on us the whole time?!" Tain yelled to the red one. The red one remained stoic and silent. He knew all along. Hostil smirked to himself.

"I guess I'll get the blood I'm craving." Hostil muttered to himself, and walked to the center of the open area, nice and slowly to search for me.
"No, you leave her the FUCK alone!" Anti yelled, and ran towards Hostil, but couldn't. Tain and Origin darted into the scene and held his arms back tightly. They yanked his resisting body back to keep him as far away from Hostile as possible. Anti struggled against the two, and constantly tried to kick them or hit them over and over. "God damnit, why'd I go to this world?! Hostil, you get your ass over here!"

"Why the fuck is he so against me hurting that damned girl?!" Hostil asked, stopping in his tracks and infuriated by the sheer sound of Anti. Origin sighed.

"He said a while ago that he gets 'butterflies' when he sees her, remember?-"
"Pathetic and dependent, she'll always be your weakness if you let her live! Come out, little kitty." Hostil muttered, licking his lips. Hostil ignored Anti entirely. "Come out, come out, wherever you are~"
I ducked down, and laid so still that they could have mistaken me as dead. I wish that they did though, then they'd leave me alone. I could only base my knowledge off of sounds. I heard his feet shuffle, but it always stayed the same volume. Just listening to him wasn't enough information for me to survive. I slowly and carefully lifted my head and peered through some of the bushes. I was dead silent to mislead him.
Hostil looked around. His eyes rested to stare right back at my wide eyes through the thick bushes, and smiled, walking closer slowly. Shit!
"There you are. Get ove'ere!" Hostil shouted, speeding up his pacing. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Anti's eyes turned a black colour, his scleras included, just like he did when Hostil's personality switched on. Anti narrowed his eyes, his face infuriated. Hostil was getting so much closer to me. and I had to get away. I sat there, panicking. My first instinct was to run away.

I shot up from my spot - but it was a second too late! When I attempted to run, Hostil grabbed my shirt, hoisting me towards him, causing me to tumble into the thick bushes in front of me and scrape my legs. Anti, frightened yet seething with anger, elbowed Tain and Origin as hard as he could - which was pretty damn hard - and broke free from their grasps. Anti ran quickly towards Hostil. Once he got close enough to attack, he grabbed Hostil's shirt with an iron grip, and turned him around. Hostil, not expecting him to even be there, tumbled slightly, letting go of me. I scuttered away. They were both scaring me.

Anti spun him around, and just started to laugh.
Wait.
That time that Anti just started laughing uncontrollably… was it because of these… people? And if these are Anti's split personality, then are they sub-split personas? I mean, Sean's split persona is Anti and then he has split personas… I don't even know anymore.
God, I can't believe Sean never realised that Anti was split apart like this… maybe it happened recently.
Anti ceased his laughter, and pushed Hostil down onto the floor. Hostil grabbed Anti's leg.
"Fuck! Look, take this, dear! I have one as well, just go!" Anti yelled, throwing what looks like an orb towards me. I fumble to catch it. "Hold it to your chest, and stand still-" Anti was interrupted when Hostil knocked him over by pulling his leg so that they were at an even level.
I stood there, unsure. Anti glared over to me. "Just go!"

"What about you? You'll get hurt!" I called out.

"I can't. This is another reality than your normal dream reality. This reality, there are no consequences that will factor to real life." He spoke quickly. He had to turn his attention back to the fight.
I followed his instructions, and held the orb to my chest, and stood still, ignoring the grunts and fighting. My body started to lift off of the floor. I watched the fight, scared for Anti's life.

The red one was… gone. Oh god.

Hostil and Anti were going at it, and Anti was winning - but only by the slightest bit. Anti was on top of Hostil, and was bruising him badly. Hostil's nose was badly hurt, possibly broken and bleeding, but Anti was also hurt. Hostil reached out, and grabbed Anti's neck, and squeezed it like a stress ball. Anti lost his composure, and started to choke. The sound of metal scraping against the dusty, rocky gravel echoed, and the red one emerged with an old chainsaw, but I bet it still works fine. Hostil pushed Anti over, and held him firmly down.

"Sin, pass me that." Hostil smirked.

"Well that's what I got it for. After this, I can have her all to myself… She's a beauty, but I bet she has an even prettier scream." The red one (whose name I now know is Sin) chuckled with a sickening voice. He turned his head and smirked at me disgustingly. His statement made my insides churn. I can't tell if he means scream in fear, pain or… something 'else'. Sin handed Hostil the chainsaw, and held Anti down alongside of Hostil.

"You disgusting man… I like it." Hostil joked, but after he was done joking, he put on a devious grin as he lifted the chainsaw. Oh god… oh my god, oh my god-

Anti was scared. It was obvious. I know that he said he won't get hurt in real life but I think even he's doubtful.

Hostil held down Anti's chest, and I saw his leg struggle and shake. Hostil rested the chainsaw on his stomach, as it wasn't turned on. Anti's stomach shivered away from the blade.

"Well… let's sed if we get those fucking 'butterflies' out of you, hm?" Hostile spat sarcastically as I watched him turn on the chainsaw, the blades cutting into his skin quickly.

An ear-shattering yell echoed throughout this new hell.

"ANTI!" I screamed, as I started to cry. Blood spluttered everywhere, and the chainsaw hit his vital organs, but still cut straight through. I tried to reach out and cancel this teleportation, but once I even tried, I was brought back to reality, sweating. I frantically looked around, the sunshine shining dimly and miserably through the window. Most of the sunshine was blocked out by the dark clouds and rain. I gagged, and shot straight out of bed, wiping my eyes. Throwing my bedroom door open, my thoughts ran through my mind like an athlete in the olympics. I had to go see Sean. He's the only one that can see how Anti is doing. A loud grunt emitted from the next-door room. I think I woke Mark up with the loud slam. It's okay though, he needs to be up for me to explain.

The living room was… cleaner, but the furniture was still torn to bits - the bits were just cleaned up.

Mark's POV:

I woke up abruptly to the loud slam of a door. I grunted as a [Y/N]'s awake! I sluggishly got out of bed and exited my room unwillingly as my tired legs felt like jelly, but I need to know why she decided to wake both of us up. Thank god I was too tired last night after the cleaning to change out of my clothes. I shuffled out of the room slowly to see [Y/N] at the door, hurrying to throw her shoes on.

"What's all the ruckus for?" I raspily spoke. She jumped in her spot at my sudden voice, cursing.

"Jesus christ, you scared me." [Y/N] let out. I chuckled.

"Sorry. But really, you seemed distressed."

"Anti's fucked." [Y/N] spoke, succinct.

I crossed my arms, and raised an eyebrow at her statement. "Huh? What are you talking about?" I replied.

"I saw them - 4 different personalities excluding Anti."

"4 different-" She cut me off.

"And the hostile one that attacked Dark, Hostil, just… just straight up sawe-sawed his stomach fucking o-open!" [Y/N] raised her voice, and started to stutter. I stood there, going over what she said, hoping that wasn't what she meant. It was clear as day that she was being serious, but I hope that she doesn't mean exactly what she says. "Well?! What are you waiting for?!" She exclaims as she flings the door open. A gust of cold, wet wind blew through. It was raining.

I quickly slipped on a pair of flip-flops seeing I couldn't care less. [Y/N] left the door open for me to walk through as she stepped out into the rain and speed-walked towards Sean's house. I shut the door behind me, and jogged to catch up.

Your POV:

I quickly walked down the pavement to walk to Sean's. The neighbours must be so confused as to why all three of us leave our house so much. Actually, now that I think about it, we haven't really gone anywhere. This is our goddamn holiday, and it's havoc. I just… wish for it all to end. I want it to end. This madness is almost unbearable. I'm also starting to feel a lot sicker over the days. Once we get a break from everything, we'll have the time of our lives. When that break comes, however, is beyond me.

I arrive at the front of Sean's house, and knocked on the door. Mark stood right next to me, waiting. I started to bite my nails as anxiety built up in me. Is he okay? Is he alive? Will he make it if he is?

A turn of the door handle revealed Sean, whose eyes were half-open and his entire face half-awake. He rubbed his eyes

"Sean!" I exclaimed in an accidental low voice. He jumped, and put his right arm up as if it were a procedure. That position reminds me of-

"Oh… it's you guys. What brings ye here?" Towards the end, Sean put on a stereotypical irish accent. I wanted to laugh, but I just couldn't feel like it.

"Sean, how's Anti?" I asked. He looked around, expecting a reason. After a moment of short silence, I repeated myself, but paused in between the words. "How's - Anti?"

"Why does it matter…?" He questioned.

"He's in serious pain, Sean. Please. Just do it." Mark insisted. Sean sighed. I knew he was tired but this is serious.

Sean's eyes rolled back into his head, and he stood there idle.

"Uhm… is that supposed to happen?" Mark asked. I nodded, and waited. Sean's eyes rolled back to normal, as he gasped.

"Exactly my point-"

"That's morbid… good god-" Sean covered his gaping wide mouth.

"Let him take over Sean." I insisted. "Please. I think it's the only way."

"I'm surprised you both even care." Mark sighed. "I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't give a shit at all because I do or else I wouldn't be here helping. However, Sean, he put you through years of pain and torment and [Y/N], he inflicted so much pain onto you." Mark looked away after saying what he did. He knew that he'll get a more aggressive response

Sean hissed towards Mark. "How dare you even think about that?! Just because I absolutely abhor him doesn't mean I want him to die. I can sympathize with him. Yeah, I've been through years of torture with him around but he's suffered the same amount. He's my goddamn brot-" He interrupted himself. His eyes widened, and immediately he let Anti take over.

Anti stumbled slightly, and held his stomach. His green shirt and his black matte jacket were stained red. His wound is much better than when I watched it being sliced open.

"Whoa!" I let out, reaching out to help him. Mark did as well.

"Heh, sorry princess." Anti spoke raspily and airily.

"Oh, instead of dear you're going to say princess?" I asked, rolling my eyes in a joking manner.

"I'll get bandages!" Mark exclaimed, as he walked off. He was interrupted by Anti's voice.

"I'm surprised you even care." Anti coughed, half-joking.

"Oh for christ's sake, if I didn't care, I wouldn't be here-" I interrupted Mark. It's no time to chit-chat.

"Mark, please, get the bandages!" I asked. He apologizes and continues on walking.

"Can you stand?"

"I can… but it'll sting like hell."

"Grr… Hostil if you hear me, you're a-"

"Shhhush!" Anti hovered his bloody index finger on my lips so that my face wouldn't be stained with his blood. "Don't aggravate him." He coughed a lot more.

"How is the wound better than it was in… the… y'know… nightmare?" I asked.

"I flickered between different realities so that each time I did, the wound-" He coughed, and I kept him upright. He continued after he regained enough strength to speak. "The wound would get better."

"I have the bandages." Mark returned with bandages and antiseptic (wow, ironic). I have no idea how these bandages and first-aid supplies are just everywhere. How much do first aid kits even cost?

I led Anti to the couch so that he could get bandaged up.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't get hurt in reality?" I asked, fearful.

"He d- I did, dear, but I didn't know that it wasn't true." Anti sighed. Why did Anti say 'He did'? "Which makes it even worse for me, and even you."

I said nothing as a response.

"Anti, lift your shirt." Mark sighed. Anti just spoke over him. Why'd he reject answering to Mark?

"Look dear, if I don't make it, then you might as well ask questions before I die." Anti said so casually. Anti lifted his hand, and caressed my cheek with it, the blood staining my face slightly. He's acting unusually nice.

"You aren't going to die." I responded.

"If I don't, then ask them anyway." He sighed. I glared at him a funny way that made him look away guiltily.

I had a suspicion that I had to check. I looked directly into his eyes.

They were blue.

Origin.

This isn't Anti. Is this wound even Anti's proper wound?!

I have to expose him. This wound must be fake.

What do you want to ask 'Anti'?

1) Why do all of you alternate personalities hate Anti so much, Origin?

2) Why are you in control instead of Anti who needs the help more than you?

3) When will all of you personalities leave Anti alone?

4) Where's Anti if he's not here, hmm?

5) Why'd you ignore Mark if you were really injured, hmm?

6) How'd you learn to act so well, Origin?

Hey! Sorry for the lateness, being in Spain doesn't help. It got extremely difficult to write and post. But we did it anyway! It took me a while to figure out a solution to posting it. I asked my close friend Lisa (since she's not on holiday) to post this for me. (Sent her the file, told her my acc, showed her how to post it, etc.) So thanks to her! Anyway, you've all been great, I love you all, bye!

Ps, HOLY SHIT I'M SO SHOCKED AT HOW FAR WE'VE COME YOU DONT KNOW HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO ME OMG THANK YOU ALL, SERIOUSLY! I DO NOT DESERVE THIS, THANK YOU ALL! I love you all so, so much and I'm proud of this fanfiction so much that I brought it up in my rebuttal speech in a debate. I'm sorry if it sounds like I'm bluffing, or over-sizing the situation but it's how I really feel. See you in the next chapter!