A Small Glitch

In Session

Dark sat at the edge of his bed, gently running his hand through Anti's hair. Anti was still curled up in the blankets, staring at the clock sitting on the bedside table.

"I'd be making breakfast for her right now," Anti said softly.

"I know," Dark said, rubbing his thumb against Anti's temple.

"I was gonna make pancakes...I was gonna put some apple slices on Ann's." Anti sniffed. "She loves apples." He added, body shaking a little as he began to cry again. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"None of this is your fault." Dark slid his hand down so he was now rubbing Anti's shoulder.

"I'm the one who wanted Ann. I'm the one who convinced you to let her into our home. It's my fault that she's going back to live the same woman who fucking tied her to a door and left her there!" Anti sat up, tears streaming down his face. "How the fuck are they letting her go back to that woman!?"

"I'm working on it. I'm taking the legal route first to see if this can be done swiftly with the law on our side."

"Fuck the law," Anti growled. "The law is what took her away."

"That's why we have the egos." Dark chuckled, nodding his head when there was a knock.

"We 'found' their names," Wilford said with a smirk as he handed Dark a folder.

"Wait, 'we'?" Anti threw the blanket off of himself and got out of bed, not bothering to put a shirt on, or pants.

"She was malnourished when she was brought into their home." Dr. Iplier stated while Bim was writing everything down into a notebook.

"She looked as if to not have slept in days as well." Dr. Schneeplestein added.

"What..." Anti's eyes were wide with shock. Their dining table had been moved into the living room, papers were scattered all over it and all of the egos were gathered around it.

"Waffle?" Chase offered, holding out a prepared plate towards Anti. Anti took the plate in stunned silence, looking over his shoulder when he felt a hand on it.

"I'm getting her back," Dark said. "I know how badly you just want to attack the woman who caused this. But I plan on taking Annalise away from her like she did to us. I want her to suffer like we did and she's going to pay ."

"That's so fucking hot," Anti said under his breath as Dark went to join the egos.

"I'm assuming you're going to represent yourself?" Google asked, a screen projecting on the table they sat at.

"No lawyer can do what I can," Dark stated, straightening his tie and going to the head of the table.

"You gonna put pants on, bro?" Bing asked Anti. The virus tilted his head and looked down at himself.

"What-oh!" Anti quickly went back into the bedroom.

"Jolene Barbetti...how fitting," Dark growled after opening the file. "Tell me everything."

"She is twenty-one years old," Google stated. "She gave birth to Annalise right after turning eighteen. She chose to keep the child against her parent's wishes since her, at the time boyfriend, Alexander Richards, wanted to keep her."

"Alexander is twenty-three. He's a construction worker." Bing leaned over Google's shoulder to read what was on the screen. "He moved on to marry a woman named Kathy Harrington shortly after Annalise was born."

"Alexander has said on record that Jolene is 'a manipulative person who believes that she has never done wrong'." Chase read from a piece of holographic paper.