Opposite

Change?

Jack doubled over and groaned as pain shot through his stomach. It felt like it was being squeezed and torn out of him. It was excruciating to say the least. Why? Why is Anti being like this?! Jack thought. The pain was intensifying, getting worse by the minute. Jack began to feel sick. He had to put a stop to this before he threw up or blacked out. He held onto the wall for support with one arm and gripped his stomach with the other. His knees felt weak, like jelly. "STOP THAT!" He growled out as he lost his balance and stumbled to the ground, clutching his stomach. He lay there writhing on the floor. 

Anti watched him suffer. "Why should I?" He taunted. "You're too much of a goody goody! I don't like it! It needs to be knocked out of you by force!" He shouted and carried on forcing his energy through Jack, squeezing his stomach more all the time. 

"Well killing me won't make it any better!" Jack hissed as the pain worsened. He was in agony. He was sweating and shaking. 

Anti retorted, "I'm not going to kill you, just make you understand that being good is bad! You can't be good and evil at the same time! If it means I have to hurt you, then so be it!" Nobody could survive this and stay good, especially not HIM!

Jack whined in pain as Anti continued to press against his stomach. "I'm not resisting you Anti, why are you doing this? It's not like I'm trying to push you out!" But right now I wish I could!

"If you become good again I will cease to exist. I'll be no more. That can't happen... Plus I find this extremely pleasing. It's fun to cause pain, not death, but pain!" Anti chuckled.

Jack began to get more irritated by this. He let out a low, animalistic growl as the frustration began to course through his body again. "You hear that growl?" He questioned. "Surely that's proof that I'm not gonna become good again! You didn't hear me doing that whilst I was good!" 

Anti heard it alright. He knew Jack was right. But can I truly trust him? He thought. "Maybe you're putting it on. I don't know... You are a good actor!" He yelled. He then sighed. "I'm scared... Scared of being nothing more than a thought again. I'd die if you became good again! I don't want to die! Surely you understand that!" He said sadly. 

Jack thought. Anti sure is insecure. "Relax! You're going nowhere anytime soon! I need you as much as you need me! And no, that wasn't faked, it was indeed real! I understand how you're feeling and I promise I won't let you fade away."

Anti was startled to hear that. "You need me? Nobody needs me! I'm not loved! I'm evil. That's why I'm like this. Nobody wants someone like me!" He said. 

"Have you seen me? I'm a pathetic waste of breath! Of course I need you! You helped me to feel alive again." Jack's eyes shone with anticipation. 

At this Anti lost it. He fell apart, and released Jack's stomach. "You're just saying that! You are already loved. You have a caring family, loving girlfriend, amazing friends, and all the followers on YouTube you could possibly want. They all adore you! What do I have, huh? WHO DO I HAVE? NOTHING AND NO-ONE!" His voice cracked. He felt sadness and started to well up. 

"Hey now! Just because I have followers and a girlfriend, doesn't mean my life is perfect!" Jack felt his heart start to burn. He could sense how upset Anti was getting and it was killing him. "Please don't be sad, you have me. And you'll always have me!"

Anti sobbed uncontrollably as he broke down. "B-but you have a purpose! My life means N-NOTHING! My purpose is only to hurt!" He said through breathy sobs. 

Jack smiled weakly. It really was breaking him. He couldn't take it any longer. As much as Anti had hurt him, he still felt some sympathy for him. "Come out, I wanna comfort you, but I can't do that whilst you're inside me." He said. 

Anti became anxious and afraid. "I haven't sh-shown my physical form to anyone before. I-I'm afraid... Afraid you'll hate me or judge me." He cried more. What if he doesn't accept me for what I am? Nobody has ever set eyes upon me...

Jack simply said, "I promise that I won't. I'm not like that." 

Anti released his grip on Jack's soul and slowly left to become his physical self. A black mist rose from Jack's body and swirled around the room, creating a fair breeze. It pooled in front of Jack and slowly the figure of Anti was revealed. He was still crying and looked at Jack. Jack was slightly shocked. Anti asked timidly, "Well... What do you think?" He waited for a response. Oh god! I can already tell he hates me! 

Jack gasped as the figure appeared. There in front of Jack stood his mirror image, save for a lip ring and different coloured eyes. "Y-you look just like m-me!" He exclaimed as he stared at Anti.

"Yes. I told you. I am you! I'm the badness in you. The anger and hatred personified... Do I scare you?" He waited again.

Jack just smiled. "No, not at all."

"Really? You're not afraid of me? But why?" Anti asked, genuinely confused.

"Why should I be? You give no reason to be scared." Jack said. 

"I would be. After what I did to you, I'd be afraid of me." He said timidly. "I'm afraid of myself. What I'm capable of. I'm terrifying... I'm a MONSTER!" He yelled, sobbing. 

Jack walked up to Anti and hugged him. He honestly felt sorry for him. "It's what you feel you have to do, it's all you've ever known. It's not your fault, and I don't blame you. You aren't a monster." 

"I am! Why are you being so NICE TO ME?! I don't understand! I've put you through so much!" Anti whimpered. 

Jack looked into his eyes. "I've said it before, but I'm gonna say it again. None of this is your fault! You're only doing it because it's what you feel you have to do. I'm being nice because I understand. I don't hate you for anything you've done to me." He smiled weakly at Anti.

Not only has he accepted me, but he doesn't hate me. Why? I can't understand it! He wants to help me... Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe everything is changing for the better...