Dark gently escorted Anti out.
Yan, Blank, Google, and a few others tried to go with them, but Dark gestured for them to sit back down.
After all, he couldn't bother Henrik to wake up and come kick the Septic morons' asses for chasing away the rest of his family.
"But that's not fair! Anti didn't DO anything!" Yan seethed.
Blank looked ready to cry more, "H-Hen wouldn't want this..."
But nonetheless, that was the way that it was.
The people who contacted Anti about the will tried to talk to him, but the funeral would be starting soon.
Outside, it was storming, but no one cared at the moment.
The Septics wanted the funeral this day precisely because it was going to storm.
When outside, Dark tried to get Anti into the car, but was pushed away.
"You're a liar..."
"What?"
"You're both LIARS!"
Dark was torn.
On one hand, he wanted to comfort his friend.
On the other, he didn't know what to say or do, and... Anti was right. Henrik and Dark had both pretty much lied to him.
Although they did tell the truth, they bent it so bad it may as well have been lies.
Henrik, knowing he would die soon, promised that he wouldn't leave Anti alone.
Until the day he died.
Dark, having not been able to convince Henrik not to investigate further- knew what was going to happen and still promised Anti things would get better.
But he never said 'when' or if things would get worse beforehand.
It still felt like a white lie.
To both of them.
"I'm sorry."
"You, fucking liars... I hate you both..." Anti tried desperately to contain himself, but couldn't. His voice cracked and a few tears mixed with the raindrops.
"Why couldn't it have been me?"
"Why did you lie?"
"Anti..." But Anti wasn't finished.
"PLEASE... For the love of God, Dark... Tell me the truth...! What the fuck did he investigate?"
"..."
"PLEASE!"
"Your past."
"..."
"..."
"What...?"
"..."
"Why...? Who the fuck killed him over...?"
Anti seemed to have come to a very bad conclusion. Eyes widening as if he'd come to a realization.
"No... Anti, it's not like that! I know what you're thinking, and that's not it!"
"Shut up."
"You are not at fault here! Listen before you do anything I wouldn't! There's someone-"
"SHUT UP!"
"ANTI! It wasn't you! He-!"
"I've always been a bad person, Dark! I'm nothing but a no-good demonic scoundrel! And now a MURDERER!"
He glitched away before anything else could be said.
Dark tried to stop him, but failed.
"No... No, no, no! It's STORMING right now! He's going to get himself hurt!"
Anti would spark when too worked up or using his powers. And with the interference in the air throwing off his teleportation on top of that- storms are Anti's worst enemy.
Dark quickly sent a text to the Iplier group chat, and ran off to find Anti.
He has to find the stupid glitch before either the storm hurts him or he does something stupid!
'I should've FORCED the damned Septics to listen to me!
I should've pressured Anti into staying with us!
I shouldn't have let up and let Henrik investigate!
I should've killed that bastard murderer years ago!'
Dark was NOT going to lose another family member because of past mistakes.
Never again.
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More Than One Way
FanfictionAnti 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...
