Chapter Eighteen- Gute Nacht

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WARNING! Dark themes including attempted suicide and blood.


This was it.

If he was going to do it, it was now or never.

Anti was in an abandoned building just a mile away from the Manor. He would come here often, especially if he got in a fight with Dark. It was out of reach of Dark- not in a device, so Google and Bing couldn't track him, and not too close nor far away. The perfect place to get away. 

It didn't matter if Dark searched for him or not.

He didn't actually care.

None of them did.

Anti was always alone.

And he'd die alone, too.

You might wonder what the plan here is. Well...

There wasn't one. 

Just... Die.

So, at the moment, he was stumped.

What could he do???

The building was empty- just a couch and a kitchen- with no weapons or windows in sight.

He suddenly felt like hitting himself, so he did.

The dumbass forgot he could summon knives.

He summoned one and stared at it.

He remembered watching a movie with Dark once where the main character wanted to commit suicide. They were crying, leaving a note and hesitating just enough for someone to barge in and save them. 

But he wasn't crying, and there would be no plot-armor and side character saving him from death. Was he doing it wrong? Why wasn't he bawling?

He let out a dry chuckle. 'This isn't a damn drama; this is my life. There's no comparing... Did I really do it...? How could I...? Why don't I remember?' 

Lightning struck nearby.

He glitched and smirked slightly at the pain.

'It doesn't matter. Even if I wasn't the one that killed him, I'm at fault.'

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Dark snarled at his phone, "what do you mean, 'you can't track him'?!

"He's not in a device! He's not glitching either- we can't find a disturbance! There's no way to find him." Google snapped back from the other end. 

"Ugh! USELESS! ABSOLUTELY FUCKING USELESS!" Dark yelled, teleporting off to another place Anti could be- the ice-cream place. 

"...I... I'll try what I can..."

Dark realized his mistake and immediately stopped in his tracks, "no! No, no, no- not you! ME! I'm useless! You did nothing wrong, kiddo. You can't help what you can't help. This whole thing was MY fault to begin with. It shames me to have come to you kids in the first place. I owe you nonetheless."

"According to the statistics, 100% of the Iplier egos aside from Actor would help you and Anti without a second thought. So, your previous statement was incorrect."

"What?"

"You don't owe anything. I'll try again." Google hung up to work.

Dark couldn't help but feel a bit lighter. Those kids would always have his and Anti's backs. He looked around for any signs of the glitch- there! What happened over here? He walked down the hill behind the shop- it looked like something crashed. There was blood everywhere, and Dark knew he was just grasping at straws, but he had to investigate. 

Beep!

He startled, looking at his phone.

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Group Chat:

Googs: (Location) He glitched.

OldMan: Good job.

Youredying: pick me up before going

Youredying: Just in case

OldMan: Good idea.

YanYan: Take me 2!

OldMan: No

YanYan: I cant just sit here !

Googs: You can, don't worry.

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Dark ignored the rest of the chat as he teleported back to get the doctor. He had a glitch to save.

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Blood pooled under Anti, but he didn't care. He laid down in it and didn't move.

'...This is all my fault.' Finally, tears sprang to his eyes. 'Oh. I was wondering if that was going to happen...' He chuckled humorlessly. He thought back to Dark and that movie. Maybe a part of him had really hoped Dark would come storming in to save him. Save him from himself. 'I guess it's about time I stop being so selfish... I've never done anything to help anyone before. It feels nice.'

'I'll never be able to hurt anyone again.'

His vision faded as he curled up in a ball.

Thump, thump, thump!

He didn't register the noise coming from the front of the building.

'I deserve this.'

The last thing he heard was a shout. 

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