So first of all, I’m loving the name “Deadpixl,” which’s been thrown around recently. Also, I’m loving the art and edits I’ve seen of him!!

Here’s a couple of headcanons. :)

-Deadpixl is a puppeteer. He’s the one who effectively created Anti, and is most in control of him. Anti has exactly one fear in the whole universe, and that’s Deadpixl.

-He hates the spotlight, preferring to work from behind the scenes to manipulate his way through the world. Unlike Dark, though, he’s not power-obsessed or revenge-driven. Nope, he just wants to see the world burn.

-If he is forced to act directly, however, he is terrifyingly strong and deadly smart. He’s a master of hypnosis, able to bring people under his control with just a few words.

-He doesn’t have much of a sense of humor, so try joking or sassing him and you’re probably not gonna live to try it again.

Messing around some more with some eye edits.

I’ve already done some edits of Deadpixl(Robin’s dark persona) but I wanted to get down some experimental sketches of how he’s depicted in my story, where he’s brainwashed by YouTube and made to do their evil bidding.

Introducing: Evilpit!

(Or Deadpixl, the name I chose to run with in this story I’m currently working on)

Note:  This story corresponds with my Dark!Pixlpit edits and with Youtube being an evil organization hellbent on controlling the world

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“Joel, brief me on the current situation.  What is going on?”

“Sir, we're getting reports in of a channel's subscriber count steadily dropping.  One of the video gaming and media entertainment channels.”

“Which one?”

“Channel name: Jacksepticeye. Subscriber count is currently at 17,580,260, but the number is very slowly starting to decrease, sir.”

Anderson narrowed his eyes at the computer screen displayed before him, giving a small frustrated sigh and folding his arms.

“We already have enough gaming channels beginning to disappoint me and this organization.  Sean's channel is the last one I expected to fall onto its face in the dirt.  Do we know the cause of the decrease of subscribers?”

“...Sounds like someone isn't doing their job properly.”  A darkened figure peeled itself off of the wall, approaching the others.  Anderson looked over his shoulder, unperturbed by the tiny purple orbs that stared back at him.

“Sean's content has been very lacking lately, despite my attempts to improve it.”

“Do you have a good enough explanation for this?” Anderson asked accusingly; his posture growing rigid.

“Sean has spoken to me about being stuck in a 'rut'.  Says he's unable to find inspiration these days.  Although he has currently rejected my suggestions of bringing back Anti.”

“That pathetic doppleganger demon of his?”

The figure nodded.  “If he were to bring Anti back onto the channel, I'm quite sure that the subscriber count will increase.  I have edited footage of Anti before, and my editing skills have made his popularity skyrocket, thus bringing in more subscribers to the channel.”

Anderson turned on his heel, facing the stranger before him, eyes automatically being drawn to the three colored balls of pulsating light that silently floated around the figure.  He kept his sights locked onto the brightly colored lilac eyes that watched his every move.

“You are absolutely certain that bringing back Antisepticeye will fix the decrease in subscribers?”

“I am.”

“Then get to work.  Continue your suggestions and recommendations to Sean. If the situation deteriorates further within the following time period, we will allow you permission to use necessary force.  This channel is a very important asset to our cause, and we cannot afford to lose anymore progress.  I hope you understand that, Deadpixl.  You wouldn't want a repeat of the last time you failed us, now would you?”

“No sir.”

Tried my hand at a few edits of Dark!Pixlpit(or Dark!Robin, or whatever the heck he’s called).  These are based off of a small drabble I wrote, which you can read here if you like(if you’re wondering about the floating orbs, I recommend reading the drabble to avoid confusion)

Many many thanks to @taterztots and @boopymooplier for giving me the confidence to post these in the first place.  My editing skills are extremely lacking.

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A̦͓͡n̵̮͈̪̼̳d͚ ͉̖͓͕̦͞f̪̘̬͍͡o̶͕̮̦̗̮͇͎r̟̼ ̟Y̛̟͖̟͓O̠̼͍̩̘͇Ụ̣̺̣͓͔͡.̝͓͈͈̗͎ ̸̭̩ ̥̹͚̙̕T̩̘͙̫ͅh̩i͡s̡̙̖̯̻̮̦̮ ͕͎͎͎͡i̬̫͉̝̥̘̠s̼͓̬̲̹n҉͎̱'̶̣̲̼̰͖̭ͅt͈͇ͅͅ ̥͉ͅov̜̫̘͙̹́e͎̭͙̲͢r̵ͅ.̭̣̙͔ ̰͓̕ ̘̗͍̩̥I̡̻͕̳̗ ̰͇̩w̮͢o͙̗͠ń͉̦̠̮͍̰d͙͍e̪͕͈̞̻̮̹r͝ ̘̟̝͟w̘͇͇̭h̡a̻̫̹̳͔͈͠t͎ w̯̻̪̜̖il͈̖͕̀l̻͚͖̱̮͞ ͠h̗̫̫͉̞̙͞ạp̙͈̺̮̯̜̹p̖͈e̩n͡ ̶͔̺͈̺̰͚t̞̩ơ͇̪̝̖̦ ̥̫͠y̵̻̬͉̪o̭̕ų̗͖̬r̰̼ ͢f̸̤͉a̤̬̝̙v͎̞o̯͕̜͘r̟̻i̞̰̘̦͞tḛ B̺̯̮̜O̦͇̲̩Y͔͈̰.̘.̫̰͖̠͠.҉̲̳ͅn̥̱͘e̖͉͕̲̖x͉̤t̳ ̶̱͚͖t̨̙͇̝̟̩ͅi҉̞̬̮̮m͎e̡̝̠̭̰͖̫̭.̫̼͖͚͔͠ͅ ̖̹͉̖͈̹̹ ̡̯̻T͍̫̝͙̦h͈̫̻̰̕i̠s̩̪̩ ̡͇̠̗̺̳i͟s̰̣̜ṉ̮̺̩'̜̻͖͓̰t̝̰̱̘̖͈͝ͅ ̦̲t͇̝͔h͕ḙ̶͎̳͓̝ ̻̹̝̬͙e̹̜͚͕̭̳̰͞n̥̜͖͔̙d͇̻̝͕̲ͅ..̯͡.̝

S̵͇̝͚̥̩̣̉͜e̮͒̄ͤ͡͡͞ë̷̞̭́͋ͪ ̬̱̣̎̊̋̈́͟͡ȳ͐҉͓͙͎̖̞̮̪̕ò̸̹͔̪̙͔͔͈̰ͯ̂̎̿̕u̷̘͕̬̼̼̱̲ͨ͋͋̏ͣ̓ͮ̇̀͡ ̧͎̣͉̰̫̻͈͉ͪ́́s̬͓̙̽̏ͯo͙̱̺̒ͤ͑̿ͬó̸͍̼͙̥͓̰̱̱͉̉̆ͦ̚͜ň̅ͧ̓̍̍͑̚͏̨͖̣̝̮͉͜

Anti gave a delighted chuckle as he fizzled the video to black, confident that he was going to scare the shit out of Jack's millions of viewers.  It was going to be a video that no one would see coming, with him being the star, and all eyes being on him.  All of that glorious attention.  But deep down, he couldn't shake the fact that showing a scary performance for Jack's audience was getting harder and harder to do.  With each time he made an appearance, the community would grow thirstier and their excitement would be tripled, thus making it more difficult to give them a good scare.  And Anti was reminded of this, when the room suddenly grew quiet.

There wasn't a single sound present.  Not even the humming of the computer or the rasps of his own breath could be heard. It was as if the room itself was devoid of sound.  But Anti knew why.

He was here.

Warily managing to look over his shoulder, Anti caught sight of those familiar pinkish-purple orbs staring back at him.  They belonged to a slim figure, shrouded in complete darkness, with only their outline being visible in the blackness of the room.  Anti's gaze drifted to the three tiny balls of light that floated obediently around the figure.  One red, one orange, and the other magenta in color.  Their glow was only bright enough to just barely illuminate the edges of the stranger; the face remaining hidden in the dark.

“Seems convincing enough, Anti” the figure suddenly spoke, its voice invading the inner canals of Anti's ears, sounding much too close for his liking.  “.....And yet I am not convinced.”

“This is literally all I can fucking do, you goddamn prick!” Anti spat, bringing up his knife and pointing it at the intruder.  “You're the so-called editor, so why don't YOU do something to make it more convincing?!  What more do you want from me?!”

Anti regretted his question, when his throat suddenly closed up.  He tried to take in air.  His mouth gaped open like a fish.  Panic was quick to set in, and he grabbed at his bleeding neck, clawing at it desperately.  There was no air.  There was literally no oxygen in the room, and his lungs were drawing in nothing.  Nothing but empty space.  He tried to cough, tried to gag, with nothing but pathetic gasps leaving him as he found himself crumbling in on himself and falling to the ground.

“What I want from you is your best....which you are clearly not giving,” the editor casually spoke, rattling Anti's brain from within his skull.  Anti managed to hoarsely scream, still unable to breathe as he writhed on the floor.  Dizziness was swiftly overtaking him, and after a few more weak attempts to draw in air, the oxygen rushed back into his lungs at full force.  Anti didn't have time to swallow what he could, as wires and loose machinery snaked around his ankles, wrists, and neck, forcing him back up in a painful arch.  The cords dug into his trembling body, burrowing under his skin like a hungry leech, and pulling a proper scream out of the glitched being.  The darkened figure stepped forward.  It watched with curious eyes as wires snaked painfully through Anti's body; a cord digging into the face and traveling up towards the brain.

“Well, seeing as how I can't trust you to give a good enough performance on your own...”

Anti's head violently jerked, mouth hanging open in an unheard scream, and vomit dripping from his chin, with static raging within bloodshot eyes.

“Guess I'll just have to help you out.”