Why didn't Anti ask to go to the grave immediately?
One may wonder- if Anti was so determined to go- why go the day after?
Because he had a whole fucking manor of egos waiting for him and Dark to wake up- and there was no way to get away from them for a whole-ass hour! It was REALLY late when they woke up, too.
But you can't necessarily blame them, Anti had tried to kill himself and Dark's body couldn't even produce its own heartbeat. Anyone would have a heart attack after that.
Blame Wilford instead, he's the one who woke everyone up at eleven o' clock at night.
It was a bit past midnight when they finally settled those brats down.
Luckily, the meet up time was a few hours past lunch time, so they got some sleep.
Some.
"MOMMMAAAAA~~!"
Anti cringed, burying himself in his sheets. Yan ran into his room after picking the lock, jumping onto the bed with him, "Hi!" Anti glared at the child, "what?" "Come ON! It's two-thirty! We need to goooo!" Anti groaned and sat up, "it's not 'till three, you fooker." "Dad wants to get some flowers first- and he likes to be early to EVERYTHING." Yan dragged Anti downstairs by the collar of his shirt.
Dark stood next to the front door, having Bing do a quick head count. "Aaand- that'd be everyone!" Bing smiled when he saw Yan and Anti. "Alright, thank you, Bing. You know I'd do it myself, but I want to be as quick and precise as possible." Dark apologized. "You ALWAYS apologize! Stop it, Pop-star! It's what me and Googs are made for." Bing snorted, not noticing Anti's flinch at the nickname he gave Dark. "Okay, okay... Is Google's update complete yet?" Dark went up to Google, seeing it was, "Google, power on." Google promptly turned on, eyes flashing blue for a second.
"Alright, let's get going."
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When they arrived, it was 2:55 exactly.
To say they gave everyone a surprise was an understatement.
Many were quite pleased to see them, while the Septics weren't. Obviously.
"Dark... You brought Anti here AGAIN... What is your problem?! You sick fucks-!" Jackie stopped, eyes widening as everyone completely ignored him, brushing past him to pay their respects and say some hellos to people they know. "HEY! You can't just-! You can't be here! We're his FAMILY and we don't want you here, glitch-bitch! You-!" Someone cleared their throat. Jackie turned to see Henrik's ex. "Excuse me... Vut VE are zhe deceased's close family, and ve say to fuck off vith zhat bullshite." She glared, ushering her kids towards the grave.
They may have had a divorce, but she cared about Henrik. And she wouldn't let him go disrespected- if he decided the glitch was trustworthy, she'd take his word for it.
Jackie sighed. What did it matter? If Henrik trusted the kid so much, then... Even if Anti was the most likely murderer, Hen would probably want him there.
"Ma'am? I've got something... For you and the kids." Anti handed the kind woman the letter. "Don't read out loud..." She grumbled the first words on it and read it over silently. When she was done, Anti couldn't tell anything from her expression as she handed it to the kids. When the kids finished reading, though, they became... Happier?
The mother smiled kindly at Anti, saying something that confused him.
"Vell, vell... Of all zhings I vas expecting today, I certainly vas not expecting another son."
"Vut zhat isn't necessarily a vad zhing."
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More Than One Way
FanficAnti 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...
