Copy, Paste, Cut

Chapter 5: Seeking Help's A B*tch

Anti couldn't sleep that night. He couldn't bring himself to do so with a crazed murderer in the living room.

Which was ironic, really, since he's the exact representation of what HE used to be like. It brought a whole new meaning to hating yourself.

Sam was practically glued to him still even though he adamantly tried to force him out multiple times.

'Damn eyeball. Doesn't it understand what I've been trying to tell it? If this bastard wants, he could kill him without a second thought. I'm trying to prevent that but it needs to go to the others. . . .no matter how much I hate them, they'd keep this thing safe'

He thought about trying to look for the book while Infect was asleep but he himself was always a light sleeper so he figured that move wouldn't be successful.

'Infect . . . . what a stupid fucking name. But he's turned into a large thorn in my side rather quickly. This was all a fucking massive mistake. Dammit, I wish I could take it all back!'

And as soon as he thought that, an idea hatched in his mind.

'Infect's idea . . . . getting into their heads and getting them to let their guard down . . . maybe it really could work to my advantage more than I'm giving it credit for . . . maybe I could . . .. I hate to think it but . . .'

He sighed to himself deeply and bit his bottom lip, 'My pride might have to take a hit with this one . . .'

Laying in silence for a little while longer, he went through everything he could think of in his head but just kept coming to this solution.

Finally, he picked himself up out of bed, stirring Sam and started to force his shoes on. Sam was tired but seemed to understand a little bit what was happening. And he was worried about it.

Sam wrapped his tail around Anti's fingers, trying to either latch onto him or stop him, it was sort of unclear, but either way, it got his attention.

"Sam, please . . . I know you're panicking but I see no other way"

Sam hissed and Anti scoffed at him, "I'd figured you'd love that I'm going to them. Isn't this what you wanted all along?"

Sam whined and whimpered, laying limply on Anti's hand and the glitch sighed, "Sam . . . . I know you think I'm taking a huge risk of pissing Infect off but it's better than succumbing to HIS every whim and becoming his bitch. I didn't create him only for me to become inferior. This was a huge mistake"

Sam just stared at him, strange tears leaking from his eyeball body.

" . . . . ." Anti shook his head, "And you can't come with me. Not just yet. He might leave the apartment today to follow me and what he'll see is me enacting with the plan and while we're BOTH out . . . you can find the book. It's gotta be here somewhere. Will you do that for me? Please?"

There was a stirring silence between them until Sam finally growled but it nodded in affirmation, finally giving in to his friend.

"Good. . . . thanks, Sam. I'll trust you to it, then and soon this nightmare will be long gone behind us."

It was still in the middle of the night but Anti would still make some noise to alert Infect a little. He had to be just enough clueless to lead his copy on.

Meanwhile, Sam hid in his spot that that even Anti knew about until Infect would leave. This would work. This HAD to work.

He now stood in front of the Septic's house. He hated this. He hated them all. They were all fucking idiots to him.

But in his head, he knew this was right. He couldn't win against Infect alone and if anyone knew how to beat him, it was them. It was crossing himself but he continued to remind himself this was necessary.