Copy, Paste, Cut

Chapter 2: A New Plan

This was just weird.

Anti watched this . . . copy of himself wander his apartment like it was really his own. Maybe in his mind, it was, but he was making far too many hostile movements for Anti's liking.

After telling him he had a plan, the copy just straight up walked out of Anti's room and into the living room, wandering the place both as if he's been there before and NEVER have at the same time. But he was also making certain jerky movements and sounds that'd startle Anti. Like he's done before to be scary towards the other Septics.

He was TRYING to be threatening.

But Anti wouldn't be fooled. He knew just how to react. Calmly.

"So then . . . since we've both got plans, why don't you start first?"

The Copy smirked, running his finger down his TV remote, "Why don't you? You're the . . . . original, after all," he looked up at Anti with contempt, "Why would you want to hear my idea anyway? Who knows? It might just be the same as yours"

"Just fucking tell me, asshole" Anti had no patience for games.

But it seemed this copy was in a different kind of mood.

He chuckled, sticking out his tongue in a crazed way, "You just might be feistier than me and that's hard to do, you know. Even if we are the same person" he suddenly frowned and stood up.

Anti could feel an abrupt disruption in the aura around them. Dark and thick.

The copy cracked his neck loudly with a light groan, "Your neck always bothering you, too? . . . . Like something wanting to . . . . ooze out? We're such fucking creeps . . messed the fuck up" he chuckled again.

Anti chuckled with him but something told him already this may have been a mistake.

The copy growled under his breathe with a snarl and Sam wiggled into Anti's neck, afraid.

'That's odd . . . . Sam never acts this way when I'm pissed off' For now, he let it be, though.

"My plan . . ." the copy seethed, "Is to kill every last one of the Septics . . . . INCLUDING their spouses . . . or . . . . EX-spouses . . ." a creepy smirk formed on his face.

Anti rolled his eyes, "Oh really? Fucking hell, is that ALL? You fucking idiot! Marvin placed protection spells on them a long time ago! We can't fooking TOUCH them!"

"Hmmmm" the copy hummed. He was staring at Anti peculiarly. Him and Sam.

But before anything could be said about it, he looked away, "Fine, then. . . . We start with the weakest ego, then. . . . . Henrik. He has no powers"

"He has fucking scalpels and saws and knives, you idiot!"

"So? We've slit our own throats before with a kitchen knife. It's no big deal. Suck it up"

Anti huffed and crossed his arms, "Seriously? Don't you think I've TRIED going after the Septics one by one?! YOU KNOW I HAVE! GOD DAMMIT! STOP SPUTING NONSENSE ALREADY AND HELP FIGURE OUT SOMETHING WE CAN ACTUALLY GO OFF OF!!!"

"That's new? . . . . Different? . . . . Better?" the copy snorted but then started to chuckle with a deep sigh behind it, "You're the idiot here. . . . you've been ATTACKING them straight off the bat ONE by ONE. . . ."

"yEAH? And?" Anti wasn't getting it. What was the point?

"My idea . . . ." the copy took one step after another closer and closer to Anti, "Is to . . ."

Anti was frozen. He'd blow it off later as a power play but honestly in this moment . . . there was something about this copy of himself that . . . terrified him.