We're Not Friends | One-Shot

We're Not Friends

So I made some BIG changes to this story. Also posted it on AO3. Let me know what you guys think. This entire story is a trigger warning now. Be warned.

"You never wanna come with us but you always end up doing it anyway, so stop your whining"

"Leave me alone, asshole"

"Oh, I'M the asshole?" Jackie snorted, his hands on his hips, "Come on, it's only for the day. We'll be back by tonight and you'll be free to do whatever the hell is it you do at night"

"No need to make it sound weird" Anti scoffed, "Not like I do any weird demon rituals or go on any secret murder escapades"

Jackie crossed his arms, glancing away from him, " . . . anymore"

Anti just shrugged, "What? I only ever went after you idiots until Sean and I made that deal. That was YEARS ago! Plus with Schneep's prescription, I-"

Jackie rolled his eyes and grabbed him by his armpit, forcing him up off his bed and lightly snarled, "Look, I don't care anymore what you USED to be. You can pretend all you want but I'll always remember the truth of what you really are. You and Dark are one and the same."

Anti flinched but didn't say anything. What COULD he say? Of course he used to be the bad guy to them but it hurt that Jackie STILL thought that. The Septics didn't even know what the agreement between him and Sean completely entailed. . .

"But like I said . . . ." Jackie continued, "I don't care anymore. As long as you've stopped hurting people and are moderately tolerable. Now get your ass up and on your own two feet. You're coming with us whether you like it or not"

"What's it matter to you if I do or not?" Anti shoved Jackie off of him, "Wouldn't it just be easier to let me loaf around here and not bother anyone?"

"I wish" Jackie crossed his arms again and took in a long, heavy sighed, " . . . . . Look, I'm sorry about my temper . . . it's just . . . I really don't wanna go either but if I have to then so do you"

"What? Why?!" Jackie shrugged with indifference, "I don't know . . . .Dark asked for you. I guess you two haven't hung out in a while or something and he wants to catch u- hey what's wrong?"

Anti's neck started to bleed. For some reason, it tended to do that when the glitch got . . . anxious. But he swallowed it down and covered his throat with his hand, making the blood seep through his fingers, "N-nothing" he gave up and refused to meet Jackie's eyes, ". . . . . . fine. I'll come" " . . . ."

Jackie stared at him strangely as if he knew something was weird but he shook it off pretty quickly, "Good. Patch yourself up and meet us downstairs. We'll be heading out as soon as Sean gets here"

"Yeah, whatever, now fuck off out of my room"

"Didn't want to be in here anyway" with that, Jackie left, closing the door behind him.

Anti wanted so bad to chuck one of his knives at the door but he decided against it. Getting angry wouldn't solve anything.

'Why'd he ask for me? I don't wanna go . . . . . this is so stupid'

It wasn't a big deal to go to the Iplier mansion. Or . . Raspy Hill as some of them called it. It was easy for Marvin to just teleport them all there but then he couldn't do anymore magic for a long while. So that meant Anti would be stuck there all day at least until Marvin was able to teleport them again. Whatever Dark wanted from him, he knew he wouldn't have the energy to teleport back home himself afterwards.

"Come on, Anti, you ready to go, slow-poke?" Chase teased him out of his musing.

Everyone still seemed . . distrustful of Anti except for Henrik and Chase. Both seemed cool with him for different reasons.