̶N̶o̶t̶ Made For You

A Talk with Company

"What did you just say?"

"What?" Anti looked confused for a moment.

"You uh . . . ." she tried to keep her cool but she was losing it fast, "You said I was . . . . MADE for you!?"

Anti saw where he messed up, "Oh . . . yeah, no! Not like that. You were made to kill me. Remember? A light to zap out this dark soul?" he chuckled to himself and Mia relaxed significantly.

"Next time . . . fucking hell, Anti. Next time don't sound so vague at first. Geez. I already have Jackie on me about caring about me in a different way I DON'T WANT. I don't need to lose MORE friends"

"Friend? . . . . hmph. I don't think you quite get the the idea that you're meant to kill me but whatever", Anti shrugged, "And I mean . . . . you are easy on the eyes I guess . . . . and I like a bigger woman"

She looked ready to kill him.

Anti continued with a small chuckle, "But it'd never work between us anyway, lass. I'm a very dangerous . . . CRAZY man. And you're a sweet and innocent little girlie. It'd never work. Especially with what Sean has had planned for you all these years to you know . . . kill me"

"Not to mention that you look like all my brothers . . sort of"

"What do you think Stacey feels?"

Mia realized she was in Anti's room still and shook her head, "I'm gonna go back to my own room. See you for dinner. . . maybe"

He snorted, "Fine. Just don't stay up in there holed up for days at a time. Else be prepared for me breaking down your door"

As she shut the door, Anti just watched it. What a day but at least he was able to get her out of her room for a little while.

'I shouldn't care . . . . . I'm just a mistake of code and flesh is all anyway. Not meant to care about anyone . . .' he finally looked away from the door and mindlessly wandered to a desk they had given him and he ran one of his nails down the wood, scraping it, 'Least of all THEM'

And yet there was a growing fondness he was starting to get by being around them. He hoped it wouldn't be there long.

'We gotta do something about those monsters and fast. I don't want to be here much longer anymore if this is what it's come to'

The Iplier was in his office when a shadow formed into a dark corner and fell out, walking up to him.

"He got away again? That's too bad. I thought for sure we'd catch him off guard" he pet the creature's head, "Oh? Mia was with him? And did you . . .. you weren't able to? That's a shame . . . ."

'Let her go'

The man sighed heavily, "It won't be long, Dark . . . . not much longer and you'll have your dear Dark Chica back"

'Not her'

"Mia? Oh well you know I can't do that" he stood up and commanded the creature back into the void until Anti left the house again, "She's far too valuable to me"

'You can't use her . . .. she's only for Septics. That's what her power is for'

"You think too much inside the box, Dark" he chuckled, going over to a mirror where he saw his imprisoned 'villain', "I think she can do far more than even the Septics know . . . even herself"