Game Over ~AntiAverage

30. Chase

I found myself stumbling out of the room as the sound of his laughter filled the space around me. The moment I reached the living room hell broke loose. Jack was sitting there on the couch watching some tv. I never really made it. I fell the moment I saw he was there.

"Chase?!" I heard Jack yell out. I tried to tell him to run but before I could Anti was literally on top of me. "ANTI!" He just smiled down at me as he laughed. "What... What are you doing?"

"W̴h̸a̴t̶ ̴d̶o̷e̸s̸ ̴i̴t̴ ̵l̸o̸o̵k̵ ̷l̴i̸k̴e̵,̸ ̸J̵a̷c̵k̸?̸" His voice dropped to a growl as he stood up laughing as crazily as all the other times I've heard the old Anti laugh. There was no denying it now. He really did remember. Knives started to appear one by one around him and I looked back to see Jack as pale as a ghost a small little body huddled closely behind him...

"GREYSON!" Anti tensed up as he narrowed his eyes. Grey peaked his head out from behind Jack as he gripped his red paper car tightly. "Jack take Grey and..."

"I̶'̴m̵ ̴n̵o̶t̵ ̵g̶o̸i̶n̸g̵ ̵t̶o̶ ̵h̴u̴r̶t̶ ̵t̴h̶e̸ ̵k̶i̶d̵,̵ ̶C̴h̴a̸s̷e̶.̸" My eyes went wide as he the knife he summoned flew out and stuck around me like one of those corpse outlines at a murder scene. His smile was insane as he leaned in a bit. "J̷u̴s̵t̷ ̶y̸o̴u̶.̶.̶.̸ ̵Y̷o̶u̴'̷r̴e̶ ̶t̷h̵e̶ ̴o̷n̶l̸y̸ ̴o̴n̶e̴ ̴I̸ ̵w̶a̷n̸t̸ ̵t̴o̷ ̵h̴u̸r̸t̶.̵"

"Why?!" Anti laughed a bit as he glanced over at Jack.

"B̸e̸c̴a̷u̷s̷e̷ ̸i̴t̷'̸s̵ ̵h̵i̴s̷ ̷f̴a̵u̶l̸t̴.̴ ̷A̴l̶l̴ ̷o̴f̸ ̵i̸t̸.̶" I frowned as Jack started to tense up.

"But... He wasn't the one that got the muffins." My eyes went wide as Anti slowly let his hand drop. "I did."

"JACK!" Anti just stood there staring at the host with narrowed eyes. While Jack slowly pushed Grey farther from Anti. "Jack run..."

"W̷h̴y̶ ̵w̴o̵u̶l̶d̷ ̸y̴o̵u̵ ̷s̵a̷y̶ ̵t̸h̸a̴t̴?̷" I narrowed my eyes as Anti moved away from me. He took a step closer to Jack but just froze there glaring at him. "W̵h̷a̸t̸ ̸g̸o̴o̵d̷ ̶w̴o̶u̸l̴d̶ ̸t̵h̴a̷t̶ ̸d̴o̶ ̶y̵o̷u̵?̷ ̴I̴'̵m̴ ̶l̵i̸t̵e̶r̴a̶l̸l̶y̴ ̵t̶r̵y̴i̵n̴g̶ ̸t̵o̴ ̵k̴i̸l̷l̷ ̵h̷i̴m̴ ̸a̷n̸d̸ ̶y̷o̶u̵ ̸w̵a̷n̸t̵ ̶t̴o̵ ̵w̴h̴a̷t̷.̷.̷.̷ ̴s̵h̷i̸f̸t̵ ̸m̶y̵ ̵a̵n̷g̴e̷r̶ ̷o̴n̶t̵o̵ ̵y̵o̵u̴?̷ ̸Y̵o̶u̷ ̵d̸o̴ ̵r̵e̴a̵l̸i̴z̸e̵ ̴t̵h̸a̴t̴ ̷w̸o̷n̸'̶t̷ ̸e̴n̷d̴ ̴w̶e̷l̷l̵ ̵f̷o̷r̷ ̴y̸o̸u̵ ̷r̴i̶g̵h̶t̸?̸"

"If you really wanted to hurt me you wouldn't be scolding me right now." Anti laughed a bit as he shook his head. I slowly pushed myself up till I was sitting until he started to growl and I noticed he was looking at me again. "Anti..."

"Y̸o̷u̶ ̵m̷a̸y̸ ̸h̴a̷v̴e̸ ̶b̴o̷u̸g̶h̷t̷ ̴t̴h̷e̴ ̶m̸u̵f̷f̵i̸n̴s̵ ̶J̶a̴c̵k̸ ̶b̸u̶t̸ ̴t̵h̴a̷t̴ ̵i̶s̸n̶'̸t̵ ̷w̶h̶a̸t̸ ̸I̷ ̵w̴a̶s̷ ̵t̵a̷l̶k̷i̸n̵g̶ ̷a̷b̸o̵u̸t̵.̵" I narrowed my eyes as he knelt down in front of me holding his knife out like a pointer as e smiled back at Jack. "S̷a̸m̶ ̴w̷o̷u̵l̷d̵n̵'̸t̷ ̴h̷a̵v̴e̴ ̶t̷o̶u̸c̵h̵e̶d̶ ̶t̷h̸e̸m̴ ̶i̴f̶ ̶h̴e̵ ̸k̴n̸e̷w̷.̶ ̶B̴u̶t̵ ̴t̵h̸a̵t̴ ̶s̴i̷m̴p̴l̴e̷ ̴f̴a̴c̸t̷ ̶y̴o̷u̸ ̶d̶i̸d̸n̸'̸t̵ ̸k̴n̶o̴w̴ ̵o̶f̷ ̶o̷u̷r̷ ̴a̶l̷l̸e̴r̷g̷y̵ ̶w̵e̴l̸l̷.̶.̷.̵" His voice dropped to a snarl and I tensed up again at how bright his eyes were glowing. "T̸h̶a̵t̴'̴s̵ ̷o̸n̵ ̵h̶i̸m̵.̶"

"What did I do?" He frowned as my voice shook. "What was my fault?"

"Y̴o̴u̸ ̸r̷e̷a̷l̴l̴y̸ ̴a̶r̸e̸ ̶s̷o̴ ̸v̶e̶r̵y̸ ̷d̶e̶n̷s̵e̴.̵"

"DAD!" Anti groaned as he looked over to see Trey and Jackie standing there. The hero actually looked shocked... surprisingly. Trey, however, looked mortified. "D-Dad, what..."