Gun

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by Seamlessness

by Seamlessness

Chase sat on the edge of the bed, phone in his palm, eyes watery and cast. He had recently gotten word from the court. he wasn't allowed to see his children. ever again, they decided he was too mentally unstable to care for them. Of course, Stacey gloated about it over the phone afterward so now he was here, eyes trained on the phone, unmoving. It all seemed so...pointless. He had nothing now, he couldn't even see his own kids. The many years he fought and screamed with Stacey to see them was all for nothing.

What if he'd be better off...dead? A thought that crossed his mind the thousandth time after years of being divorced; regrets still haunt his suicidal mind. In a way, he still cared for her, only wanting the best no matter how much she mistreated him. With his low income and unstable mind, the judge declared him unfit to care for two children. Not that it wasn't true, but he should be able to get some time, right? It was the look that Stacey gave him after the ruling in the courtroom, her triumphant smirk, that showed she ruled above it all.

Chase set the phone down on the dresser, all common sense fading away. His legs stood up, he felt like he wasn't in control of his body-- a frightening out-of-body experience. He knew exactly where he was going and what he was going to do. It seemed inescapable, so useless to try anymore. The snapback-wearing male walked down the stairs and turned into the kitchen. In the middle of the night, it was beautiful: the moon shone through the windows and illuminated his bright green hair. He stood in the kitchen for a moment, pausing himself to rethink. Of course, it always came back to the same logic: he had nothing; his life was an absolute void without his children.

Chase reached over the top of the fridge, his hand landing on cold metal. The sudden awakening from the metal made him stop in his tracks. A flashback to a mere year ago, when he was still with Stacy. The constant screaming and bickering left his mind numb. Finally, his mind broke. He grabbed a gun and held it to his head. Stacy walked in on the moment and tackled him- screaming even more at the eccentric man. Coming back into the present, Chase's calves hurt from standing there for so long. Contemplating, he moved away from the gun. He wasn't ready for something as...extreme. Opening the drawer, staring at the letter knife blankly. Finally, his hand moved to grab it. He sat down on the kitchen floor, watching the glare from the moon bounce off of it. Chase gripped it tight, unsure of himself now. The father had started thinking about his children.Their smiles, voices, and warm hugs. A knife would be too drastic. He started to sob again. He dropped the knife and rubbed his face with his hands to get rid of the drying tears.

The knife clattered to the floor, his crying became muffled as he buried his head in his knees. His entire body felt so weak. Chase looked up to the ceiling, his eyes searching for something, anything.
The eccentric ego drifted off to sleep. Another night, lived. With no scars as well...which was a nice change from the usual.

The next morning Chase woke up on the floor, his eyes bleak and tired. He stood up with aching knees and grabbed the kettle from the stove, filling it with water. He placed it back on the stove and turn on the heat. Chase pondered last night, looking at his snapback hat on the ground. He cursed himself and picked it up, putting it on his head. He was going to call in sick today; in a way he was sick.

So Chase called up his boss who agreed to let him have a sick day. Then returned to his boiling water and poured it into his '#1 DAD' cup his kids gave him for his birthday. He put the tea bag in there and hopped onto the counter, dipping the tea bag. His blue orbs staring out onto the kitchen floor as he wondered where all the other egos had gone; they hadn't talked to him in a while and he sort of missed them... Besides Anti, who was a huge dick.
As if on command, someone knocked on his door. Chase jumped and mumbled to himself, walking over to answer it. He opened the door and, to his undelighted surprise, there stood Anti. "Hey, dude, um...what are you doing here?" Chase asked awkwardly, looking for the other egos to back him up. Nobody else had accompanied Anti; this was unusual for Dr. Schneeplestein to not do.

"M̵͓̒e̷͈͆?̶̯̒́ ̵̨́Ó̷̖̃h̶̨̫̃͝ ̵̜̒͜d̴̢̈́͘e̵̼̦̽ȁ̶̦ṛ̴̦̇,̶͜͠ ̵̛̗̂w̵̼̗̃͘ḣ̵̨͔͝ä̸̝̼́̅t̶̪͒ ̸̺̻͒c̴̮͙͌̈ö̴͕̣́ṵ̸̈́̃l̷̫̜͂̇d̸̲͎͒ ̵͉͈̍́Í̸̜͕ ̵̪̓̈h̸͇̚͘ä̴̛̪́v̷̢̘͒͋ê̵̫̤̌ ̵̡̀e̵̝͗͋v̵͍̥̈̆e̵̪̤̔r̸̹̻͑̏ ̵̟̲̀̐d̴͉̃̚o̵̭̤̾n̷̫̖̚e̸̢̿͂ ̴̟̀t̴̮͓̂ọ̷͐̂ ̵̨̹̋̓ţ̵̫̒h̴͎̀e̶̢̬̊m̸̀͜?̶̜̪̊͘!̵̗͈̾̋"

Chase was not going to trust this bastard, he was making his way to the fridge where the gun sat; good thing he didn't throw it out.
"Ö̶͉́͛h̴̖́,̸͚̭̄̐ ̸̧̾Ć̶̊͜h̵̭̰͝͝a̸̳̓̈́s̴̩͙̀e̸̹͈̾.̷̜̊.̴̙̑ͅḻ̴̡͐͆ȏ̴̢͜o̴̳̒̕ķ̶͇̋ ̴̖̓͋a̸̻̠̅̅t̶̞̊ ̸͍͔̾͝ẏ̴̢̢o̶̹͉͐u̴̳͝!̷̻̺̈́͂" The demon cried in a melodramatic tone, pointing at the faded scars on his arm, "Ý̸͚̱ó̵͇̀ụ̶̖͝'̷̧̕ṿ̴̙̈́ȅ̸̜̻ ̴̭̔̌b̸̩͑e̸̼̤͗͠ȩ̴̾ṅ̸͇͝ ̷̯͈͒h̵͈͂u̴̱̍r̶̪͗̈́t̶̺̤̋͠ì̶͍̼n̵̰͇̐͝ḡ̴͓͋ ̴̹̔͠y̸͍̜͆ǫ̷͔͌͌u̶̹̅ř̸̤̜s̶̼͕̆̿ȩ̴͝͠l̷̟͗͜f̶̩́!̸̪̏"
Chase hid them as he continued to back towards the fridge,
"What does it matter to you? You're a sadistic son of bitch and you hurt my friends!" The anger apparent in his voice.

"Y̶̭̕ò̴̰́ṷ̴̒̆'̸̖̓v̸̢̩̈́̊e̷̢͑̉͜ ̷̹̇b̴̭́͂ë̶̼́͜ê̵̗̪n̶̹̕ ̷͍̥̍ţ̸̓r̸̢͐y̶̨̗͒̎ȉ̷̖̤ń̶̫͎g̷̭͍̈́ ̴̨̖͘ṯ̶̎̕o̶̦̘̊ ̶̱̫̀̄k̵̜̄͠i̴̬̓ḽ̴͑͂ĺ̸͍ ̵̙̗̑̈́y̴̠͘͝ô̸̢̥̒ų̴̢̇r̷̰̪͘s̷͍͖̀ḛ̶̮̇͠ļ̶͎̀f̶͚̱̓̚ ̵̭̅͑f̴̦̜̑ò̵͉̿r̴̘̜̎͋ ̵̧̤̈́͆s̸̻͇̓o̸̥͝m̶̲̘̉e̵̙̙͘ ̶̝̞͋t̸̟̼̒̑i̸̲͘̕ṁ̸̤̰e̵͕͆͑ ̵̦̐͘ǹ̶͔ő̵̖̜́w̵͉͔̌.̶̡̀̔.̷̬̌̚ " Anti pointed out with certainty. Chase wasn't sure how Anti knew that. He did not trust it. "W̸̩̼̏͘h̶̭̅͝ŷ̸̹͈̒ ̴̱̭̋d̶̫̆̽õ̶̘ň̸̹̯'̵̱̀ͅt̶̹̒͌ ̶̙͂̿ŷ̵̩̗o̶͇̊ū̴͙̦̀ ̷̩̲̊l̵̟͂͠e̷͙̾̕t̶̙͌ ̷͉̉͆a̶̛̰͗n̷̙̊͑ ̴̦͂o̷̬̭͊̃l̸͍̾͑͜d̵̜̽ ̷̞͖̍̈́f̶͈͛r̵̻̭̊ị̷̉̎e̸̬̱͛n̸̩̟̈͘d̶̻͠ ̸̣̂̓h̵̬̽̍ȩ̵͓̍ḽ̵̖͌͘ṕ̵̪͎ ̸̻͆̌y̷̛͜o̴̞̺̒̅ṷ̶̔ ̴͇̕o̶̢̻̎u̸̱̍t̸̮̑ ̴̞̻̆̉w̵̗̐̐ĩ̸̏ͅt̶͕͍͘h̴̬̄ ̸̖̖̇t̵̰͕̏ḩ̷͓͊̒a̶͍͉͗̚t̵͖̓?̷̳̥͐" The black-clad male yanked a knife from the back of his pants and lunged for Chase. Brody yelped, the knife barely missing his shirt. Jumping to grab the gun from the fridge, he clenched it with shaking hands, and aimed it at the psychotic demon.
"D-Don't move or I'll shoot." The other threatened with a trembling voice. Anti cackled and stood there with his arms up in a prideful defeat. "Why are you smiling, you psychopath."
The demon shrugged with a glitch and disappeared in a series of code and errors.

"Anti what the-" Chase choked, "...hell..." He collapsed onto the floor, a gleaming steel knife in his back.
"Ÿ̶̨̝́ò̵̠̗͆ȕ̶̗̝'̷͚̭̉r̷̦̳̔̽é̵̬ͅ ̸̛̣͊a̴̧̓͋l̷̰̑l̵̙̄ ̷̰̹͑t̸́ͅọ̵͒ŏ̴̲̖̕ ̵̤͂̿e̷̖̱͗̎a̸̧̦͆s̵̢̿́y̴̻̩̐͂!" Anti let out a glitchy laugh, pulling the bloody knife from Chase's body.
The glitching ego grabbed Chase's hat off the floor and placed it on his head, "T̷͉̮̋̊h̴̗͙͒͛a̶̧͑ͅn̴̹̺͆̚ḱ̴̪s̸͓̑͊ ̸͔̽͜f̷̗̩̒ŏ̸̤͓̉ŕ̴̫̇ ̵̮̣͛̇t̶̞̿h̴͇̆e̶͕̪͌ ̷̜̲͠s̵̫̫̀o̴͖̺͘͝ũ̴̺v̴̱̓͊è̶̟͂n̵̝̈̌i̵͍͐͘r̷̠̄̎,̴̦͍͌͝ ̶̜̉̎f̴̤̐̍r̷̤̉i̷̟͐e̸͎̍̕͜n̸̨̦͂͂d̷̥͇̔̾!̵͈̬̓̑ ̸͙̈́̌" He walked out the door confidently, once again disappearing in a mass of codes and errors.

The wounded male was on the ground, slowly bleeding out. In too much pain to do anything. Even though his thoughts were jumbled. There was still time for his memories to flood his eyes. His children playing on the swing, falling in love with Stacy for the first time, and meeting all of the egos. All the joys that the dying male had experienced. Blood pooled around him, soaking into the cloth. Chase closed his eyes, sighing. Shadows creeped around the corner of his vision. The eccentric ego exhaled- and the world went black.