More Than One Way

Chapter Nine- Would You Like a Fudging Beese Churger?

It had been a few days since Anti's last encounter with the other Septics, and now that the cat (not Marvin) was out of the bag that Henrik was hanging around him, he felt... Less scared of them. At first, Anti had thought Henrik was tricking him, or at least would run at the first sign of trouble. But Anti knew better now. Seeing Henrik stick up for him so... So thoughtlessly, it helped him to finally truly place his trust in the doctor. 

But why?

WHY would Henrik do this?

Anti DESERVED to be hated.

To be feared.

To be alone.

To suffer. 

So, why?

Why did Henrik have to be so kind? So... Fatherly?

Why wouldn't Henrik just let him DIE?!

Was this karma?

Or was it all some cruel illusion? 

Only there to lull him into a false sense of security- only to take it all away?

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Anti had no money.

He didn't see a need for it, considering his original plan was to die cold and alone on a street somewhere. He deserved as much, right? Thats what the other Septics told him. Dark and the Ipliers didn't think so- they loved Anti. But they didn't understand. He was THERE. He remembers everything. He was... A bad person. And he always would be. So why shouldn't he die? 

But Henrik wouldn't let that happen, for some reason. So- Anti would have to try and get some money. For basic necessities like food and... Food. 

It's not like he needed that big of a job just to pay for a meal a day, so he would get whatever job he could. 

And that just happened to be working at McDonalds. 

He immediately hated it.

He hated it more than life, and that says something.

'Hen said working would be good for me.' Anti huffed, glaring at the next customer with an overexaggerated smile, 'but I think it's making me more depressed.'

"WELCOME! We sell anything and everything that could give you a heart attack and/or seizure! Would you like to try our 'famous' new ice-cream flavor? Not that the ice-cream machines work- but I'm sure you like the idea of ordering it, from the picture! Or perhaps a double or triple bacon cheeseburger? Because you sure as heck look like that's what you want!"

If only he could say that.

Unfortunately, however, it seemed he needed this money.

"What would you like today, ma'am? No problem, take your time!" He smiled patiently. 

The customer took several minutes to order, but made no fuss about Anti's obvious hostility.

She even winked at him.

Ew, gross.

This was why he never socialized with any normal people- he could only talk with other egos properly. Regular people were... Weird.

And they were always hiding something.

Not always something bad- but something.

It creeped him out.

He just wanted to go home.