Game Over ~AntiAverage

21. Henrik

I sat there with my head in my hands just going over everything I saw when I went to go get him. Everything he told me during our one session... Everything I've learned so far about him. About Anti...

He was bleeding out. He's had that scar long before we ever saw him. Yet... just today it was fresh and bleeding as if he had just done it. I narrowed my eyes as I gripped my hair tightly. Anti couldn't be suicidal... right? I mean the glitchy ego has always been so... so...

"WE HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM, DOC!" Chase burst through the door and I just groaned. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even jump. I turned slightly to see Chase standing there lost to his tears and I frowned noticing something right off the bat.

"You have your hat." His eyes darkened as he practically ripped it off his head tossing it over to the couch. "Chase..."

"Something is wrong with Sam." I sighed sitting myself up as I gestured to the couch. He just shook his head and I glared at him.

"Chase you just threw your most prized possession onto the couch with a look that said you couldn't have hated anything more. SIT DOWN!" Chase tensed up before finally listening. He just glanced over at the hat beside him with a sad expression. "So... where'd you..."

"Sam gave it back." I narrowed my eyes again as he just stared at it.

"Why do you keep calling him Sam?" His eyes went wide as I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I-I thought you knew." I just shook my head and he sighed laying back against the couch as he's down many times before. "I told you that Sam and... Anti and I did an experiment?"

"You mean when you put my patient under hypnosis wItHoUt DiScUsSiNg ThE mAtTeR wItH hIs DoCtOr LIKE A TOTAL ASSHOLE?!" Chases eyes went wide as he quickly looked away and I frowned running a hand through my hair trying to calm myself back down. "All you said was my hypothesis was correct. You never divulged what it was you learned."

"Anti isn't just Anti." I narrowed my eyes feeling slightly irritated but listened anyway. "He's two separate people..."

"Yes, I know. I was the one that diagnosed the split personality." He just shook his head and I frowned.

"No, I mean... Anti isn't just Antiseptieye. He isn't..." He groaned a bit in frustration as he just stared at his hands. "Do you remember Jack's mascot?"

"The septic eye right... He has an end card that shows him in this vat of some sort." Chase nodded and I just waited patiently for him to continue.

"I asked him what his name was." I frowned at how his voice cracked a bit. "That was literally my first question. I-I thought it was an easy one. I didn't think about the second personality until he said he didn't know how to answer it. So... I simply said tell me what you go by." He clenched his hands together as he looked up at me. "He said Antisepticeye..." I made a sort of 'so' like gesture and Chase frowned. "...and SepticeyeSam."

"That would explain why he has septic eyes. Demons eyes are predominantly black as you've seen. I had never seen a demon with green eyes until Anti." Chase just narrowed his eyes as he looked around in anxious anticipation. "Chase what is eating you?"

"It's Sam. Er... the main personality. He prefers Sam." Chases eyes went dark and I frowned. "Anti said Sam was having an episode." I frowned as Chase began to shake. There was more to this than that. Otherwise, why would he throw his hat like that? "I was worried because Sam looked depressed and... coming from experience it's not an easy thing to go through. So... I went up to check on him and..." HIs voice cracked again and I leaned forward in my chair. He just frowned as he resumed staring at his hands. "Anti said Sam was having an episode but that he wasn't talking about it. He kept saying it was bad and that he needed to get help but... Out of nowhere, Anti yelled that Sam would attack us..." My eyes narrowed as he looked up at me with tears in his eyes. "... just so that we would hurt him."

"So what your saying is..." I frowned trying to wrap my head around it. "...is that Anti, of the past, would at times attack us just to get hurt?"

"I tried to ask Sam about it but he just pushed me out saying he didn't remember." I groaned in frustration as Chase hugged himself looking over at his hat. I can't help my patient if I don't understand what's going on. The only way to understand is to get answers to questions only Anti would know. "I'm scared..."

"I think... I'm going to have to talk to Anti." Chase narrowed his eyes in confusion until realization seemed to hit him hard.

"You can't. When I did it, i-it didn't end well... He had an attack of sorts. You..." I glared over at him and he froze.

"You said he's having an... episode. An episode of what? Without proper information, I cannot help Anti...er Sam. Either... I'm a doctor Chase." I smiled sadly as I slowly stood up and stretched. Chase looked at me with these pleading eyes and I sighed. "Trust me in this."