The Glitch

Chapter Five: Hypocrite

"You're joking, right? Please tell me you're joking." I turned off the Television, fully listening to what Sean had to say at this point. I was being thrown out of my own house. Figures, I knew they'd try to do something like this.

Sean shook his head rapidly. From what I could see, his heart was racing out of his chest and his eyes were glazed with fear and uncertainty. That's just what I could see. What I know is much different. His heart may beat with fear, but his heart is braver than I gave him credit for.

Of course I'd never say that to him. He'd just grow an overinflated ego. We don't need another Anti in this house. They've already got me. The last thing I need is Sean pretending to be me. Although he's already done a pretty good job of it in videos.

"No Anti! I'm not joking. You've already told Marvin he was an idiot, Jameson is still recovering from his broken wrist and Jackie doesn't like you in general!" He shook his head for the second time in ten seconds, throwing his hands up in defeat before sighing.

"You wanna live here, correct?"

I nodded and shrugged my shoulders at the same time. Did I really want to live with a bunch of pretenders all my life? No. I was going to get out of this place one way or another, but I know Sean won't kick me out because I'm too much trouble for the world to deal with.

I'm not your regular criminal. I don't kill a few times, get busted and then be shown on the News. I kill and then kill again until I'm completely satisfied. I don't get caught, I catch. I've always been the one hiding in the shadows and waiting for someone to screw up and be left alone.

"Then start acting like a good guy! Be better! You don't have to pretend outside of my videos, Anti. Don't you understand? This isn't what I made you for. The fans would go nuts if they knew you were real, but that's not the point."

I looked up at him lazily, crossing my arms over my chest as I glared holes into him. "What's the point of being a good guy if you don't get paid, Sean. Unless you're willing to get a job.. which I'm not. Those are two things that I try to stay the hell away from."

He huffed in frustration at me, tapping his foot. "Bad guys don't get paid either Anti."

Sean moved back a few steps as I sat up, my lips pursed into a thin line, having enough of his bullshit. "I get paid in entertainment. I kill, I watch the blood flow, and then I smile. See? I do get paid. I get paid in Television you normally can't get on screen."

"Can you smell the blood on actual Television? Can you feel the wind hit your skin as you're slicing into a person's skin? No. You can't. Because one, you're not there. And two, you're not the person doing it. Are you? Not unless you've done it yourself."

"Aren't you the least bit curious about where I go some nights? Aren't you even a little bit skeptical when I tell you I'm going grocery shopping and nothing else? Doesn't your heart skip a beat when blood stains my knife and you've no idea if it's animal's or not?"

I giggled as Sean said, "Curiosity killed the cat."

A smile formed on my face and Sean knew what I was going to say next. We have this conversation on more than one occasion. "But satisfaction brought it back. Like Frankenstein and his little monster." I shifted slightly, chuckling at his pissed expression.

"And if I have the urge to kill.. what does that make you, Sean?" His expression changed from pissed to sad as he gulped, turning around to leave just as I snickered, "It makes you a hypocrite."

He clenched his fists and kept walking to his room as I giggled louder, probably waking the whole neighborhood as it glitched from time to time. "A HYPOCRITE, SEANY BOY! A FUCKING PRETENDER!" Static rang in the air as I laughed, thoroughly amused.

"..You know a man has to be fucked in the head," I tapped the side of my head with my finger harshly, still giggling. "If he has a part of himself hidden away from view of his devoted and blind fans that acts just like me!"

I stopped for a moment, lost in thought when I remembered something I said a while ago. "...And if that sweet tooth doesn't kill him, you know I'll finish the job." My sentence fell into a fit of unbridled laughter as I got up from the couch, walking into the kitchen and turning on the light.

I was just about to open the fridge when the air shifted slightly, signalling that another person was indeed with me. I smirked, turning around to see none other than Dark himself. Again. "Hello, Darkipoo. Did my laughter not scare you away~?"

He gave me a lopsided grin. "How can I just lay in bed when I could hear you and Sean arguing from all the way across the world? Interesting conversation too. Couldn't help but to listen in and bring my popcorn at all the nonsense you two rant about each night.."

"You know, Anti.. I'm wondering why you two always turn down your own Television show. Your life would then become a joke to more than half of America." He chuckled, leaning back in his chair as my playfulness turned into amusement.

"Well now, they don't ask anymore. My answer is always piss off, while Sean's answer is always simple and sweet," I giggled. "The world has enough Jacksepticeye in it to go around. I've never favored this answer of course, there could always be more mischief in the world~"

Dark rolled his eyes, lifting his feet off the table and placing them back onto the floor, getting up from his chair. "You know, Anti.. I never thought you'd go as far as to call Sean a hypocrite."