More Than One Way

Chapter Thirty- Mein Herz

"Why are we here again?"

Anti shuffled nervously in front of the Septic house- the dream one, of course. "I don't want to see those again..." Well... That was only ONE reason he didn't like it here. Another reason is it gives him bad memories. he remembered when Sean had tried to force him to live with the fuckers... It didn't end well, and he didn't even DO anything! A lightbulb flickered and they fooking attacked him, thinking that was a sign of aggression! And LASTLY... Henrik owned this house. 

Not anymore, of course.

"Well, we have to heal you of course! According to your symptoms- you have a 'broken heart', and luckily, there's a little clinic down here that can help us cure that!" Celine grabbed Anti's arm and dragged him behind her, heading to the basement. Anti's heart pounded furiously, why would they-?!

The door to the basement was open, the doorway distorted like looking into water. That was the same way the door to the dreams worked. "I-... Is Henri-rik... Dreaming?" Celine rolled her eyes as if he was the stupidest person ever. "No, silly!" Anti turned around to see Damien and Demon smiling brightly. Damien lunged forward and pushed Anti into the door, following close behind. 

Anti's head hit something hard. He turned around, only to stop in his tracks...

"You're zhe one zhat's dreaming."

Anti didn't think, he just hugged Henrik. 

"Mein vater... Mein vater..." 

"Shh... It's alright, mein kleiner."

Anti frowned and stepped back, "wait... You said you weren't dreaming... I am. Does that mean... You're not real?"

Henrik scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Sheesh, child! NO, I am as real as zhese other fools behind you!" He nodded politely to them, despite his words. He pulled the small glitch back into his arms. 

Behind Anti's back, Celine rose her brow and gave Henrik a questioning look, as if asking permission for something. Henrik simply shook his head 'no'. It wasn't the right time. Not yet. HE might still be around... Until HE'S dead and gone, no one can know.

Henrik laughed and picked Anti up like a child, sitting him down on the bed in the clinic. "Hmm... Let's see here..." He checked Anti's heartbeat jokingly, "yes, yes, very good. Still alive, I see." He suddenly smacked Anti on the head. "OW!" Anti flinched back. "Still has natural reflexes and reacts to pain... Not COMPLETELY insane yet... Vhat's your name?" Anti startled, "what???" "Zell me your full name, child!" Anti got another smack on the head. "Antisepticeye S. Septic??" Henrik hummed and scowled, "awful, just awful! Default last name 'Septic', PLUS veing named 'AntiSEPTICeye... I know EXACTLY vhat you need!"

Henrik turned around and grabbed a piece of paper, seemingly writing a prescription. He handed the paper to Anti, who read it out loud.

"Prescription for Antisepticeye S... Schneeplestein?

Family...

For further treatment, go to the Iplier household..."

Henrik chuckled at Anti's confusion. "Also, I need you to give something to my kids and zheir mother vhen you see zhem next. Zhey should stay in town vor a vhile, so you have plenty of time." He handed Anti a letter. "Wh-How will I get it to them when I wake up??? I can't give them an IMAGINARY letter!" Anti giggled at Henrik's antics.

"It looks like you'll see how soon enough. Just remember zhe prescription I gave you!" Henrik rested his hand on the younger ego's shoulder. Anti looked down to see himself... Fading? No! He was waking up! He looked around anxiously, clinging onto Henrik. "No! No, you CAN'T leave me again! Henrik, god DAMMIT!" Henrik hugged the glitch to his chest, keeping him from struggling. Anti's heart pounded in his ears, "CELINE!! Damien! Please- Demon-! NO!" 

"Shh... I vill be vatching, child... I'm not gone just yet... Goodbye, vor now, mein herz." 

"DAD!" He was sobbing now.

"My son."