anonymous asked: Maybe mirrorverse Anti and Host being friends? You said they run theory blogs, I'd like to see something with that...

Warnings: None
Characters: Antisepticeye, The Host
Mirror AU


Two sets of hands tacked away at their keyboards–on loud and forceful, the other far more quiet as soft narrations spilled from his lips.

"Nothing's workin'…" the Septic growled at he glared at his screen. No bites. Not a single one. Chase had snuck hints into the last video, the Septics' fans were on fire, he couldn't get and hold anyone's attention long enough for them to read his "theory." They were all too busy with their own ideas, or what the big theory blogs had to say. "They're not listenin' to a damn thing I say."

When he glanced over at the Host, the older Ego was calm, though his brows were scrunched slightly. "State them as theories, not facts."

"But they are facts!" He ran his hands through his hair and groaned. "We just need the fans to believe it!"

"They don't believe that we're real, Anti. Stating them the way you have been makes you look forceful, desperate, and unapproachable. Make friends with the fans and get them to see it as you do without forcing the matter."

The Host grabbed his screen and turned it toward the other. "Be aware of your wording and interact with them. Go to them first–don't wait for them to find you."

The editor took a slow breath as he looked at the screen. The Host's "theories" were snatched up as plausible by quite a handful of fans. How did he do it? "Why can't we just…tell 'em? It'd be easy! I'm already runnin' the channel!"

Host sighed and put a hand on his shoulder. "We can't put them in danger. You know that. Offering them cryptic facts in the form of theories is already toeing a dangerous line." When Anti grumbled and turned back to his computer, the Host chuckled, "My friend, you'll figure it out. It takes patience."

Anti rolled his eyes and smirked. "Fine. I'll try this 'patience' you speak of."