Hesitantly, Anti glitched out of the secure and comfortable place that was Dark's phone. He looked at the paper and picked it up, seeing a phone number. "What the hell?" He stuffed it in his pocket and looked at Dark.
Dark just shrugged at him, "let's just say we had a conversation."
Anti glared at him, "did you threaten him?!"
Dark shook his head, "no. He called me, and we talked about you. I didn't understand why either. But after exchanging some information, it appeared that he had reached a conclusion I'd already known."
"Please, Dark. I want to see you MORE vague! I think this is a high score!" Anti clapped sarcastically. Dark snorted, but said no more of the matter. "Now, Google, I'm sure you have something to say?" Google cursed, thinking he'd gotten away with it.
"Sorry, Mother."
"It's fine, Googs."
As Anti was about to leave, he stopped in his tracks. "WAIT-! YOU LITTLE SHIT! GET BACK HERE!" But Google was already running downstairs. Anti crossed his arms and Dark stood behind him, almost falling over from laughter. "I told *wheeze* I-I told you those kids loved ya! You'd fit right in here!"
The 'Mom' thing had been a running joke that seems to have stuck, starting back when Septiplier and Danti were all the rave. It was a traumatizing time for the two egos, but the Ipliers would never let them live it down. Though Dark got the softer side since nothing really changed for him.
Anti glared at him and Dark just smirked back, standing up straight and sipping his coffee.
Anti saw the chance to strike and took it.
"You know, if they call you Dad and me Mom, they're inferring that we're fucking. Considering I'm not mature enough to be called that otherwise." Dark choked on his coffee, "BITCH-"
Anti ran out of the room, "see ya!"
When Anti got downstairs, he was greeted by a hug from Eric and Yan. "M-Mom! Er... Anti! W-we missed you!" Eric stuttered, looking slightly up at him and smiling sweetly. You'd think he'd be shorter than Eric and Yan, but neither were fully grown- so they were slightly shorter.
"Alright, alright. Back up!" Anti held Eric by the shoulders, only now noticing how much his clothing style was changing to be similar to Dark's. He wore a dress shirt with a blue sweater vest.
Yan nudged Anti to get his attention, "Momma! We made popsicles! Want one?" Anti didn't scold them for the nickname- fearing poor Eric would cry. "Sure."
Anti wouldn't be staying here. He didn't deserve to. But he figured he could take an hour or so out of his day to say hello to some friends.
For the moment, he could be happy.
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More Than One Way
FanficAnti doesn't know what's wrong with him. Whenever someone asks him why he did what he did, he can't answer- because he doesn't know. Whenever he thinks back to his days tormenting the others- they're... Blank. The memories are there, and he's sure h...
