I don’t care what it is!  Send me a prompt please!!!  Whump!  Angst!  Fluff!  I’ll even try a ship if I know it!!!!  Just please someone send me a prompt!!!

It has been a stressful and hard year for everyone. We have been pulled down so low that we can’t go any lower. That’s why we have our giant communities. Marks community has done so much for his healing. Jacks community has done so much as well. Life has beaten on these two so much from the past year. But we have tried to give them that love and encouragement to let them do what they need to do and let them be happy. I have never been so proud of these boys every since I started watching them. The emotions I have shared with them and the long journey I have gone though with both of them. 

Mark, you have showed me that its ok to show the feeling I have inside that I never ever let out. You have made me laugh and you have made me cry, and not just because of the joy you have made me in the last couple of years. You have such a kind and loving heart that never ever stops growing. I do and I will never stop telling you to stop being your best and to never stop making the videos that you love to make everyday. With all of your friends, family, and even heck you even put the fans in the point of view of us being with you. Just right next you. You have been such an inspiration for so many so many people in this world. We will all be here if you need so love. You also have you amazing girlfriend and Chica and your co-workers, no they are not just co workers they have grown into the friends and family we see today and I hope you can be an even more inspiration than you ever had before. Thank you so much for all you have done and keep being you and never ever change who you are. 

Jack,

You have showed me that its ok to be me. You have showed me so much that I can do anything I can put my mind to. You have made people so happy and you have made me happy as well. You try so hard not to offend anyone. You want to show people that they can can be and do anything they put their mind too. You try so hard to meet every person no matter how hard it is. The emotions that everyone and even I have gone though. I hope that you can grown even more as a YouTuber and as a person. Your heart is so big that you try to make even more room for every single person. The journey that you have been though, you try to bring everyone along. No matter how far you stretch you just want to be as best as you could. Thank you so much for everything you have done for the past few years. Don’t ever change who you are. Don’t ever think you have to do something because you have too. You do you, you can do whatever you want. 

Thank you both so much for the past years. You guys both have changed so many lives in this world. You have saved so many lives. All the laughs and tears that you guys have been though. Just know everyone will being laughing and crying with you. The reason why you guys have grown so much is not because of the subscribers. Its the time that you guys spend trying to show that you guys care so much about every person. It has been a long, hard, emotional journey. The road that we all take, will be right behind you guys. Cheering you on and making sure you guys are alright. If you guys even think you need a break. Go ahead take that break and don’t think about the nasty comments on telling you that you need to make more videos. Just take a step back. Close the computer and and just don’t touch it until you feel ready to take another go at your time. You only have one life and you have made it the best life for everyone around you. Thank you, both of you. For the time you have spent making people happy. I wish the best of luck for next year. It will be a better year, and if it doesn’t we will all kick the shit out of life and keep pushing through. 

- @markiplier

Happy day two of Egotober! Days prompt is Experiment and it's that boy Anti, Schneep, and Doctor Iplier! This is based around the creepy pasta Gateway to the mind and if you haven’t read it then I highly suggest you do it is really really good. I wanted to play around with Doctor Iplier a bit and I figured this would be a good time so here we go!!! 

Anti was never one for wondering how or why humans did what they did. They were all selfish and cruel at heart no matter how they tried to hide it; even at a young age. It was easier for him to accept it and ignore their pleas for mercy and bargains to cheat death rather than play the moral police. That wasn’t his job.  

So, he was surprised when he had received word that a doctor wanted to speak with them, two doctors in fact. He had thought that his reputation would have spread enough that people would know that he takes lives, not save them.

Still, he had nothing better to do, and if things didn't go his way then he could always just kill them. He had never killed a doctor before; maybe he'd do it anyway after he'd seen what they wanted. Maybe steal some of their tools and supplies to add a bit of spice to his killings...

They had asked him to meet them at their "office" on the south side of town, but anything on the south side of town was run down or run by crack heads, and sure enough, their "office" was really an old abandoned warehouse by the river, but that wasn't the interesting part for him.

"Ah! Velcome velcome!" A voice greeted as Anti walked through the crudely made front door, "I Vill be Reich there!" Anti took a seat in what he guessed was supposed to be the waiting room as the sound of a power drill kicked on. The sound of bone breaking and cracking was muffled by the closed door and walls, but Anti knew that sound anywhere. He eyed the somewhat sadistic poster of a kitten hanging from a branch with the words "Hang in there!" written below him as a door creaked open.

"I didn't think you'd get our message so soon." Another voice said. Anti looked and saw a dark-haired man in a bloodstained lab coat, "Please, come. We have much to discuss."

Anti stood and followed. He should have known that it would have been someone like Doctor Iplier that would have requested someone like him, and if Iplier was here, then odds are the other Doctor was Doctor Schneeplstein, the mystery German doctor that had been kicked out of more medical schools and hospitals than one could count.  

“Thank you for coming,” he said as they walked into Iplier’s office, “this is of the utmost importance, and we want only the best to help us get what we need.”

I̡̛͠'̢͢m̛͡͡ ̢n̡̡ơ͞t̨ ̶҉a̴̧ ͡d͘e̴͜ĺ̢̨į͘v́͡è̵͠r̵y͝ ̵̨͢b҉ơỳ͟ ͜Anti said coldly as he crossed his leg and stared down the other man.  

“And…and I understand that,” the doctor stuttered, “but we’ve run out of options here.”

T̵́͠ḩ͏ęn̛̕̕ ͟҉g͜e̸̡t̴̕҉ ́t̷͝h̷a͏͘͝t͝ ͜p̨͝o͢͞m͏p҉̨o̵̧͝u̶s̀͠͝ ̀b̡̧̛ąs̨̛t̵a҉r̢̛d̶͡ ͏͠҉D̨a̷ŕ̶̛ḱ̡ ̛t͏͡o͟ ͟҉d̶͝o̸ ̴̧͜y͜͠ǫ̸ų̶҉r͜ ̡̕d͞͏͠i̕r̡̢͞t̨̢͘ỳ̶̴ ͡w̶͡͞o̧͡ŗk̛ Anti spat once more, and Doctor Iplier sighed deeply and rubbed his face.  

“We’ve tried, but you know how he is,” the doctor said with a deep sigh. Anti stayed silent, but at the mere thought of Dark's face Anti couldn't keep himself from glitching; ripping at his hair to try and pull his head off and clawing at the bandaging protecting his neck. It was only for a moment, a blink and you'd miss it moment, but Doctor Iplier still saw it. The other man watched him wide-eyed for a moment like he had just seen a ghost.

Wh͘a҉͏t̛ ̶͘d҉̴͝o̡̡҉ ͏y̸o̶̡u̕͜ ̨̨̕ne͏̴͞ȩ̨̛d̀͜͜? He asked after a few tense moments, and the Doctor sank slightly with relief.

"A willing test subject," the Doctor answered eagerly, "I would go out and find one myself, but I've been so tied up here that I just haven't had the time." From somewhere else in the building, another machine kicked on, some type of saw by Anti's guess, and then there was a massive pop that echoed even in the Doctor's office.

A̴̕ǹyt̶̕hi҉̕ń̸̡g̢҉̸ ̴e҉͞l̸s̀͞e̵͞?̴҉

"That's as much as I can tell you at the moment," the Doctor apologized, but was afraid to meet his gaze, but Anti didn't really care. He'd do this for them, and then leave them to whatever fucked up experiments they decided to perform.  

F͢͡i͘͜͏n͘e͟҉ Anti said as he leaned back and crossed his arms. He glitched slightly, a controlled one this time. He had his knife in his hand and was lunging towards the Doctor with a twisted grin. Doctor Iplier startled back slightly at the illusion, and Anti felt fear roll off him in waves.

"T...Thank you..." He stuttered out. Anti stood and left as the Doctor shook slightly in his chair. The coppery scent of blood filled the waiting room as he walked out the front door, and he thought briefly what sort of fucked up mess he had agreed to.

It was easy enough to find a "willing" test subject. An older man, maybe in his late 50s, practically threw himself at his feet when Anti was out on his nightly hunt. The feeble man said he had nothing left to live for, and Anti could tell. Ripped clothes and was nothing but skin and bones, homeless by his guess. Anti would've just killed him on the spot, gauged out his eyes and made him an example for the rest of them, but he said he'd bring them someone, and the old bastard would have to do.

They must have cleaned the place up since he had last been there because the air smelled as much like a true hospital as one can in an abandoned warehouse. The floors had been scrubbed and flowers had even been set up in a little vase. Doctor Iplier was waiting for them as they walked in alongside a tall, green hair man, Doctor Schneeplestein he presumed.

"Velcome! Velcome!" Doctor Schneep greeted the man with his arms out wide, "You vust be  Carter!"

"That's me..." The man said hoarsely. Anti stepped out away from them as the two men walked off through another door into the main theater.

"Don't vook so gloom!" The German man shouted, "You vill be a part of history today!" Anti was about to turn and walk out of the warehouse before he felt a hand claps him on the shoulder. He involuntarily sent a bolt of electricity up Doctor Iplier's hand as the man yelped and pulled back.

"Schneep asked that you stayed and watched," he said as he shook his hand. Anti arched an eyebrow, "We aren't very...creditable people to quote from and..."

A̷͘n͏d ͡yo͝u̶͘ ̨͞t͏h͞͞i̶n̷҉͟k̀͟ ̀͟͡I ̴a̡̛m̷?҉̷ Anti hissed and Iplier ducked his head. I͢ ̛̀͢d̴́i̴̴͟d̸̕͟ ̴w͜h͘a͝͏͢t͢͢ y̕͟͠o҉̀u͠ ҉͝a̷s͝k̡̛͠ę̸d̡́͢

"Of course," he said softly, and Anti turned to go.

"Mr. Anti!" Doctor Schneep shouted from the doorway, "Von't you ve staying?"

I̡ h͘a̷͡vę mòr͞e҉͏̕ ͢i͏͜m̕p̧̨͟o͏̀r̵̸̡t̡̡͡án͡t t̷̕͝h̷̡͡i̸̢͟n͜g̡͡ş͘ ̷̨͠t̸̛͜o̡ ̢d̢́̕o̷̷ Anti replied with a small glitch of his hand. He had hoped the small movement would have scared the German doctor like it did Iplier, but it did the opposite.

"You seem to have a very vad twich, Mr. Anti," he said, and Anti turned to look at the Doctor, "And zhe bandaging on your neck could be changed..." Now it was Anti's turn to be surprised; No one had extended a hand to him like this, not in a hundred years. He hadn't considered the possibility of befriending the German doctor...

"Vut only if you see vhat we have planned!" He said with a cheeky grin and Anti scoffed. There always was a catch, but he'd be lying if he didn't say he wasn't the least bit curious.

L̸͜e̸͏t's̛ ̷̷͏ś̡e̴̴e̢͞ ̶i̧͜t͏͘ ͞t̵͢he̶ǹ͝ Schneep whipped back into the theater and Iplier quickly followed with Anti not far behind.

Carter was topless sitting on the bloody operating table. Schneep shuffled through some papers as Iplier began preparing different medical tools. Anti stood back near some deadly looking equipment as Schneep explained what the experiment was.

"Have you every vondered if zhere was a God, Carter?" Schneep asked as Carter signed different papers, "Zhe all vighty creator?"

"I guess..." He mumbled, "I stopped believing in God a long time ago…”

“Vut you did believe in them, yes?”

“Years ago, yeah…” he answered as Schneep took the papers from his hand, and twirled around in a grand fashion as he grabbed an alcohol swab, and cleaned a section of his back.  

"Zhere was an experiment done years ago to zee if humans could speak vith our creator, vut zhe results vere lost!" He said enthusiastically flicking a hand in the air, "Vut, if ve can recreate zhe experiment and publish zhe results..."

"We can we famous?" Carter suggested, and Schneep slapped him on the back with a loud clap.

"Zat's my boy!" He cried with a broad grin, but Anti could feel that something wasn't right. Someone wasn't telling the whole truth, "Now, you vill feel a slight pinch, and vour eyes and hearing vill go out vor a bit, vut I need you to tell us vhat you hear and see!"

"Ok..." Carter replied, suddenly energetic and excited at the thought of becoming the first human to speak with God. Doctor Iplier handed Schneep a syringe filled with a sickly black liquid, and he positioned it just above his lower back, above his spine. Carter looked up at Anti, and he watched as Schneep stuck the needle in; Carter seized up, and Anti watched the color completely drain from the irises of his eyes turning them from a soft caramel brown to a ghostly white. His skin began to pale as Schneep pulled the needle out, and looked around to Carter's face.

"How is zit, Carter?" He asked and waved in front of his face, "Carter?" He snapped his fingers by his ears a few times but got no response. Carter just sat as still as stone on the operating table as Iplier took a few notes.

"That took less time than I expected," Iplier commented as Schneep whipped down the needle, and set it back with the rest of the tools, "Let's hope it'll keep him out until this is all done."

"Zhe odds are zhat he won't be around long enough for him to get it back," Schneep said grimly with a shrug, "Vut, zat is zhe price we pay for knowledge." So that was what they were hiding; Carter most likely wouldn't make it out of the experiment alive, and Anti guessed that whatever they injected him with completely knocked out his senses, at least hearing and sight anyway.

"Shall ve, Mr. Anti?" Schneep asked as he quickly slid on a pair of latex gloves, and grabbed a "clean" stitching kit from the table, "Doctor Iplier vill be vatching our patient vhile I clean you up." Anti didn't expect the Doctor to keep true to his promise, but he looked ready to go. Still, it could be a trap to use Anti in an experiment of his own, but he felt that the good doctor was smart than that.

The pair crossed back out of the theater and into Doctor Schneeplestein's office, which was the opposite of Doctor Iplier's office; Messy and unorganized with books and paper scattered everywhere as well as empty bottles of scotch whiskey. Anti sat in the cleanest seat available, and Schneep began unwrapping the dirty, blood caked bandages from around his neck.

Y͏̛ǫ̴u̡ kne͝͏w̷ t̕͟͜h̵̢͞at̷͘̕ ̨̕h҉̸̶e͏̡ ̴̷͝wou͞l͏d́͏̛ ͢d̸͢i̧ȩ̨͝ Anti stated as he felt his homemade stitchings stick and rip at the bandage. It smelled like rotting flesh, and there was a good chance it was already infected given how poor of a job he had done.

"Ve cut off every sense in zhe human body," he said as he finished unwrapping the bandage and tossed it to the side. He took out a pair of medical scissors and started cutting away at the stitch work, and Anti felt the first drops of fresh blood roll from his neck, "Even if he did survive, he vould not truly live."

H͟ȩ́ ̷w̧͘a̡̛s̛͘͠ ̴͘a̶͡ ̷҉͟h̀͠o͞m̢͏e͝l͢͝e̕͠ś̢҉s͢ ͡͠b҉e̵͢͟g̸͞g̨a͜r̷  Anti added H͏e̵͠͞ ̴̢ẃ͡͏o̡u̴l͘dń͝'͜t̷ ͘h͟av̕͝ȩ̛ ̡͢l̴̕͠i͏̡͝v͞e҉d͟ ͏͘m̵͘u͠͠c͢͝͞h̛͠ ̀҉l͟͞o̡ņge̷͡r͟ ̵́ha̸d̵̨ ̸͠Í̸ ̶̛͠fo҉u͏n͢d̸ ́͟͝h̛̕͞im͡ ̧͏a̧͝ń̶̷o̷̡th̷e͜͝r͏͠ ͞t͜i͜m̶e

"Yes, I have seen your vork before," Schneep said as he placed a gloved hand under Anti chin and lifted his head to check his bleeding slit, "Ocular trauma and slit throats seem to ve your specialty and zhat strange ability you have..." Schneep waved it off, and moved to the other side of his neck and started cut away the stitching.

"You kept me in vork for quite some time," he said as he cut away the last of the homemade stitches and handed Anti a rag to clean the blood pouring from his now open slit, "You vere very messy at virst." Anti didn't answer and simply held the cloth tight to his neck before Schneep pulled it away with a needle ready in his hand. Anti barely felt the small pinprick pierce his skin or the strange feeling of his skin being pulled together on its own; he only hoped that Schneeplestein would do it right the first time.

"Vall done," he said as he knotted the thread and cut it. Anti carefully rubbed the stitching as he dug out a fresh roll of bandages, and noticed how clean and smooth it was; it was so much better than the butched job he had done. Schneep quickly wrapped fresh bandage wrapped the stitching, and both men were back outside the theater where Anti could faintly hear Carter speaking, but it was too muffled and slurred for him to understand.

"Zhank you for your help, Anti." Schneep said with a slight bow, "Anytime vou need to be restitched or a place to hide, vou are alvays velcome here." Schneep didn't wait for a reply as he turned and walked back into the theater leaving Anti alone, once more, in the waiting room. He tugged slightly at the tightness of his bandaging before walking out into the growing night.

Anti ended up back there a week later; a nasty fight between him and a former friend of his left him with nasty gashes and wounds all over his body. Normally, he would have stitched himself up, but Doctor Schneeplestein had helped him once, surely he'd do it again.

Both doctors were in the wide open theater when Anti walked in. Carter was strapped down to the operating table with multiple gashes and chunks taken out of his arms and legs; his unblinking eyes poured slightly red tears and an IV was hooked to his arm.

"It just...doesn't make any sense!" Iplier cried as he threw a wad of paper across the room in frustration, "Why have all his vitals suddenly dropped?" Anti just stood off the side as Schneep stood and looked at Carter from the other side of the theater.

"Maybe he did hear something?" He suggested, "He said a vew days ago zhat he could hear the dead, and ve vrote it off as zhe start of psychosis."

"You think he was telling the truth?" Iplier asked, and Schneep sighed deeply and rubbed his face with his hands.

"Zhe zhings he said..." He said quietly, "Oh, Zoey my sweet..." Suddenly, Schneep whipped his head towards the door where Anti stood, and his eyes brightened with a smile beneath his doctors mask.

"Anti! Vhat brings vou back?" He asked cheerfully as if what he had just said never happened. Anti limped over into the light, but Schneep met him halfway.

"Goodness me!" He cried as he carefully prodded on of the gashes in Anti’s arms, "Ve need to get you stitched up vight away!" Anti was about to speak, but the sound of a sped up heart monitor cut both of them off. All heads turned towards Carter whos own head had rolled towards Schneep; his ghostly white eyes had focused in on the doctor as more tears flowed from his eyes.

"I have spoken with God," he spoke clearly and cleanly, "And they have abandoned us..." His eyes rolled back, and the heart monitor flatlined as Iplier and Schneep sprang into action to try and revive him...but it was too late. It was as if the man had become nothing more than a lifelike doll, so stiff and lifeless. Neither Schneep nor Iplier could find a cause of death, and after Carter's last words, neither wanted to know what had taken him so fast.

And there we go! day two is done! I didn’t think this would be as much fun as it is, but holy shit its great and its only day two! Tomorrows prompt is Abandonment and I've got two as a little teaser of sorts.

Red. Room.

@thedarkenedkeeper @fear-is-nameless @haveaverynicetime @steffid101

This project was amazing, props to not only Mark but everyone who was a part of it bc it turned out fantastic! No spoilers yet but go watch it if you havent:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=9TjfkXmwbTs