More Than One Way

Epilogue

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

"Package for Mr. Schneeplestein!" 

Anti groaned in annoyance. He had JUST got home and sat his ass down! "Dark, get the door, fucker." He nudged his friend who glared in return. "Fuck you." Dark flipped him off but headed towards the door. Google, who had been watching T.V with them and Blank, nodded towards the sleeping ego, "I-I will take him-him to his room." Anti huffed, "alright, but come back down when you're done- you're glitching again." Google nodded, acknowledging the concern. 

Anti had finally finished his side of the legal work regarding the adoption, and all he wanted to do was watch a movie with his family... Some of it, anyway. Why couldn't he just do that?

As Google walked out, Dark walked back in with a smile. His aura and eyes completely blue, holding his cane in one hand and a package in the other. Anti felt like his heart would break. He knew that Dark was ALL THREE of the souls... But he couldn't help but miss them sometimes. "What's got you so excited, Damien?" Dark returned to normal and sat beside him, "it's from Clara." Anti perked up at that, "Meine mutter?" he grabbed the box and peeled it open, gasping in delight, "oh, the others are going to LOVE it!" He grinned at his friend and gestured to the phone, "so much so, that the little bastards will want to see Oma soon~!" 

Dark sighed and went over to the phone to invite Clara over. Why did he have to do everything? Yeah, the kids called him 'Dad' and Anti 'Mom'- as a JOKE- but that doesn't mean Anti's his husband! Anti doesn't get to boss him around! And yet he did it anyway. He was just too lazy.

"Hello, Mrs. Schneeplestein."

"Hello again, Dark! I zhought I told you to call me Clara? Unless you'd prefer to call me mutter!" She chuckled on the other end.

"Ha, ha. Very funny. Anyways, Clara, would you and your kids mind coming over for a bit? Anti and the others want to see you."

"Of course! I imagine it's because of zhe package?"

"Yep."

"I imagine zhey haven't figured it out yet?"

"Nope."

"Vut zhe bastard IS dead, right?"

"Of course. What? Were you expecting a funeral?" 

"HAH! No, and zhank goodness so!'

"You comin'?"

"Yep. I'll see you two tomorrow. Maybe try giving zhem a little teaser as to vhat's coming?"

"On it."

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It was dinner time.

Everything was peaceful, a bit of banter here and there, when Wilford had thought of something. "Hey, Darky, Henrik's been dead for quite some time... Why hasn't he come back yet?" Everyone groaned and expected Wilford to be scolded, when something shocking happened. 

Dark put down his utensils and looked Wil in the eyes, something about the way he looked... Like he was holding back a secret. Everyone quieted down, though they didn't know why.

All eyes were on him. 

Dark smirked, confusing them. But what he said next sent shivers down everyone's spines.

"He's sleeping."