More Than One Way

Chapter Twelve- Pity

"Could you not?"

"Could you very kindly fuck off?"

"Could you please reconsider your actions?"

"You may want to recalculate the probability of me biting your face off, because every minute it increases by a shocking 10%."

Ant rephrased himself several times, trying to get it into Dark's thick skull that he should put him the fuck down. Unfortunately, Dark was a grade-A dumbass with a heart of gold and a dad-mode, so it wasn't likely that Anti would get what he wanted.

Dark carried Anti over his shoulder, ignoring the glitch's hissing and threats. Why? Because Dark wasn't the dumbass here- no, no, no! - Anti was. Anti had decided that since Henrik didn't have time for him anymore, he would go back to plan A- dying on the streets. And without the doctor to supervise his meals, his likelihood of success actually raised. Anti ate what he wanted when he wanted, and if he didn't want to, then he wouldn't.

Then again, this wasn't very uncommon for the glitch even before things went downhill. It was just in his nature to be a stubborn ass. 

"Sit here." Dark shoved Anti onto a park bench and teleported away- probably to get some food. Not that Anti wanted to obey, but he kind of had to. When Dark wanted to help someone, he wouldn't stop- even if they wanted him to- unless the job was done. 

So, Anti sat there, scowling at nothing in particular. 

'God, dammit Dark! Why!?' He clenched his fists.

'Why can't you all just leave me alone..?' He unclenched his fists, there was nothing to punch anyway. But even so, he felt tears of frustration prick his eyes.

"Here."

Anti startled,  he hadn't noticed Dark's return. 

Dark gave him a plate of muffins, "it's better than nothing." Anti snorted half-heartedly wondering what a 'good' breakfast would be in Dark's eyes. But he was in a sour mood and was too fed up to find humor in things. 

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you and Henrik doing this..?"

"...Anti... You know that what happened wasn't-"

"DON'T FEED ME THAT BULLSHIT, DARK!"

"ANTI! We CARE about you and your well being! We shouldn't need a GOD DAMN REASON to not want to see you DIE for NOTHING!"

"I DON'T NEED YOUR PITY!"

Without warning, Anti was knocked off the bench.

Dark had hit him.

"I... Have given you... EVERYTHING..! Just. To. Make. You. Feel better! EVERYTHING... Except pity."

"..."

"You say all this shit about being alone and dying, but do you really want to? Do you really? If so, why do you call Henrik everyday? Why do you hang out with me? Why do you ask about the Iplier kids? The damned Septics?!"

"I..."

"You have A LOT you need to think about... Just... Remember that me or Henrik wouldn't give a single thought before helping you off of the street."

Dark went over and gently helped Anti back up, sitting him back down on the bench. 

"I know that you're in a bad place mentally, but it will get better... I promise."

"...Alright."

"I'm sorry I hit you."

"It's fine, I would've hit you too."

"What?"

"Nothing."