Danti Oneshots Book I ✨Guess✨

Venting Part 1

Imagine Person A sitting in their bedroom crying over something, trying to be quiet, but Person B hears anyway and slowly enters the room to see them on their bed with their arms around their knees and their head resting over the top of them. Person B walks over and wraps their arms around Person A, embracing them as they break down.

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Dark is sitting in his office, going over his paperwork as always, earphones in and softly playing Joji on Spotify. When in a very distracting puff of pink, bubblegum-scented smoke appears, Wilford. Dark doesn't even have to look up to know who it is; he could see the pink from his peripherals anyway. He pauses his music and takes his earphones out of respect for the other man, looking up from his paper to stare at him as he plops down into one of the armchairs on the other side of the desk.

"Damien, my good friend! How are you? Busy as always I see! Hey, let's have a chat. I havn't seen you the last few daisydoos!"

"I-"

"Always cooped up in your office," Wilford chuckles, "Do you ever even sleep? You should come out to the range and burn powder sometime, chap! Don't want you falling out of practice, now do we?"

"That's what Anti-"

"Oh yes! Good chum, that glitch! Went to visit them earlier to see if they wanted to make a cake with me actually!"

"That's nice, Will."

"Poor bo looked so blue! Mentioned something about an appointment with our croaker and taking a nap afterward. Which reminds me! You should probably take at least 40 winks."

"Don't worry, I will-"

"I mean now, Damien." Wilford cut him off sternly, now apparently finished with his big rant. Dark sighs and rubs his eyes; it has been a long day; perhaps he could use a break or a quick nap, too, like Will suggested. "Very well then," he gets up, "I'll take a break as you've requested of me."

"And what about spending some time at the range with your good old pal?"

"Ill think about it." Dark gives in, stacking his papers into a few neat piles and hanging the pen on his blazer's inside pocket for later use. "I will be seeing you later on for dinner I presume?"

"Of course!" Wilford jumps up with a laugh, firmly grabbing Dark's hand and shaking it enthusiastically, which causes Dark to rock a bit. "Farewell then!" Wilford beams before puffing away again. Sighing, Dark stands up and organizes the paperwork into a few neat piles before disappearing from the office in a mass of inky shadows.

Dark walks down the long hallway housing everyone's bedrooms but stops dead when he hears a sob coming through the door on his right. He turns to stare at whose door it is and hears the sound again when reading the name stuck to the front. 'ANTISEPTICEYE.' Dark knows he really shouldn't try to pry; besides, he and Anti are still technically rivals, and their business is their business. But for some reason, he can't shake off the feeling of wanting to check on the glitch demon, which the shade assumes is crying, as abnormal as that in itself would be.

He got closer to the door, and instead of knocking straight away, he listened. A part of him felt a little strange just standing and staring at the other ego's door, but the other half knew he should assess the situation before jumping into it. Closing his eyes, he focuses on what noises he can hear from inside the room. The shuffling of fabric, sniffling, sobs, labored breathing, more shuffling, a sigh... "Who's there?...... I can tell you're at my door... the air is different." A weary voice mumbles out just loud enough for anyone who would be listening in to hear. In this case, being Dark. Now that he was caught, he decided to just go for it, quietly turning the doorknob and opening the door just enough to squeeze through the gab. This turned out to be the right choice, as Anti's room was dark except for the few rays of light that managed to sneak past the fibers of their black curtains and the fairy lights hanging on the opposite side of the room where Anti's double bed sits. Said glitch is currently laying under a thick, dark green quilt, face covered entirely due to the pillow they are cuddling and from the oversized dinosaur hoody that he's wearing.

Dark was aware of the two bookshelves, one with a large gap for the TV, that housed games, consoles, collectibles, books, a karaoke machine, various CDs, and a few DVDs as well. The impressive gaming setup that's brightened by the fairy lights hanging on the wall the three monitors are facing, LED lights hidden under and behind various pieces of furniture, as well as a ring light that looks towards the blue bunny-eared gaming chair. A keyboard piano sits comfortably under the desk, and a professional microphone sits over the computer keyboard and mouse so that it doesn't get in the way of the screens. Nearby two large sliding doors are closed, leading to their wardrobe and bathroom. Posters, photos, and fan art cover a large majority of the walls, as well as a picture frame, smashed on one of the bedside tables. The same table had a pillbox, while the opposite had a powerboard with a lamp and Anti's phone on the charger.

"Apologies for intruding. I was just about to knock." Dark stated calmly as he slowly made his way towards the bed, sitting on the side near the glitch. "What do you want Dark?" Anti grumbles, sounding tired.

"I was just checking in. I heard-"

"I'm not crying." They snap forcefully, then sniffle and bury deeper into the warmth of the bed. Dark responds cooly, "I wasn't going to say that."

"Fucking sure you weren't."

"...Are you alright?"

"Like you care."

"I do."

"No, you don't."

"I absolutely do." He insists, "Just because we're still technically rivals and don't always see eye-to-eye doesn't mean I don't care about your wellbeing." Despite mostly blurting it out, he meant it. "How many times have I tended to your wounds after a fight?"

"..."

"Well?"

"......An embarrassing amount..." Their voice is barely a whisper, "You always bring me back and patch me up."

"Exactly. So, are you alright?" Anti lets out a pained chuckle into the pillow, gripping it tighter than before. "Obviously fucking not." Dark places a soft hand on Anti's side and rubs gently, making them let out a shaky sigh. "Is there a way I can help?" He offers, and the other takes a moment to think, relaxing his grip on the pillow. "..." They shift onto their back and use the pillow to cover all except his eyes. Dark can see just how dim their usually bright eyes are, puffy and red from crying and brown hair a knotted mess under the hood of his jumper. Dark slowly takes his hand back before it is grabbed by both of Anti's glitching ones and quickly trapped along with the pillow in a tight hold. "Can..." They hesitate, staring into Dark's eyes for any sign of distaste, "Can you stay for a while?...... Lay with me for a bit?" Dark's features softened; he didn't know when they tensed, and he let a small smile grow on his face. "Of course, I can. Allow me to take my shoes off first."

"Okay," Anti says before moving the pillow against the headboard and moving onto their side, facing Dark, while the shade takes off his shoes, socks, tie, and suit jacket. Getting under the covers, shuffling closer to the glitch, and pulling them into a delicate embrace. Anti snuggles into Dark's chest and grips onto his white shirt; Dark then buries into Anti's hoody. "You comfortable?" Dark asks with a low voice, causing Anti to nod with a sniffle. "Can I rant?"

"Of course you can."