Danti- There are no strings on me

Adventure in the Park

Anti had two knives strapped to his leather belt, and one knife in his hands. He was flicking it around carelessly, walking to the park. He liked parks well enough. They were outside, in the fresh air. He liked them more right now. It was barely 7 am, no one was out. It was quiet.
He wasn't going to the park for his own enjoyment, though. If he was doing something for fun, he'd be driving over to Marks house and shooting Jacks stupid face.

Spooky Jim – if Anti's sources were correct, which they always were – should be there in about half an hour. Anti would be there in about 7 minutes. He had enough time to grab a coffee.
He turned a sharp left, entering the small café. It was way too early for it be open yet, surely. Nope.
The sign was out, and there was a teenager at the till. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there. Shouldn't he be getting ready for school or some shit? Oh, the school had a day off. Maybe. He could just be skipping. Anti never went to school, he didn't have the chance to skip. Live that life, kiddo, he thought.

The bell jingled as he opened the door and made his way to the counter. He could hear the teen mumbling.

"I said I'd take the shift because it was too early for anyone to be out. Not for this asshole, apparently."

Anti rolled his eyes. "Large Con panna." He pulled out 20 bucks from his pocket.

The kid glared. "Sorry, a what?"

"A large con panna." Anti made sure to over-pronounce every letter.

"What the fuck is that?"

"It's a macchiato, but the whipped cream is replaced with steamed milk, dumbass."

"No, we have macchiato on the menu, not that shit."

Anti took another 20. "Make it, this goes in your tip jar." The kid shrugged, taking the cash, handing Anti the change. Anti dumped the money into his tip jar and sat down.

"Can I get a name for that, sir?"

"I'm literally the only person here."

"I gotta follow the rules, man."

He sighed. "Anti."

The kid paled, nodded and ran over to the coffee machine. People like him, people who hadn't had they're Ego split away from them yet (or just didn't have one period,)were terrified of Egos. For a good reason. It they annoyed an Ego with a bad attitude, they could easily end their life, no consequences. Anti wasn't one of those Egos. He killed for purpose, not because one teenager didn't know how to make a specific drink. The kid was just trying to earn some money, much like Anti.

While he waited for his order, Anti decided to flick through his phone. He opened YouTube, scrolling through Jack's latest uploads. Subnautica. Again. How many videos has he made of that?
Anti had never actually watched one of Jacks videos. They didn't interest him. He uploaded videos that were similar to Markipliers, based off his research. Gameplays. Recording themselves playing a video game, commentating over it, screaming for no reason and posting it on the internet. Anti thought it was self absorbed, and that was coming from the Ego.

"U-uh, Mr Anti? Your, um, your drinks done – finished, I mean. It's ready." Anti stood, closing the app. He took the coffee, thanked the kid, dropped a couple more coins into the jar on the counter. He exited the little café, continuing his trek to the park.
The sun had ducked behind the clouds now. There were a few cars driving about on the road, a couple of people walking down the street. People always seemed to walk in groups now, Hosts, weak Egos and people born without an Ego. Too frightened to walk the streets alone, he supposed. If he weren't so good with knives, he probably would have found some other Egos to hang around with, give him some backup. He didn't need them.