You Can't Hate Me Forever! (Anti x Schneep)

Depressive Episode

WARNING: Self-deprecating thoughts and vomit (if people are sensitive to vomit)

Scheep's pov.

God, I hate him! He always gets in my way, and every time I ask him to move, he just makes snarky comments, and I hate it! Sometimes I wish he would just stay in his room and never come out. I continue to think about the glitch bitch while I drink my coffee and make some breakfast for the other egos. Jackie and Jameson have calmed down a bit, but they still seem to be caught up in the argument. A stupid argument. But an argument. "I'll get the other's up," Jackie says quietly as he flies up the stairs. I look at the clock to see that the time is 8:00, so they should be awake anyway. I place everyone's plates of food down and go upstairs to get ready for work. As I walk to my room, I pass Chase, and he gives me a weak smile, and I just nod in response. I go into my room and go into the bathroom and take a shower. The warm water runs down my figure, and I grab the soap and wash my body. I get out the shower and dry myself with a white towel, then I wrap it around my waist and put on some deodorant. I put on my scrubs and open the bedroom door. When I open it, I look up to see Anti staring at me blankly. His eyes are pitch black, and his light pink lips are curved into one of those 'resting bitch faces' instead of his regular grin.

"...Hey" He mutters gingerly, pulling his focus to his feet. "I... I need to go... breakvest is downstairz... iv you're hungry... zat iz" I half whisper hesitantly "No thanks... Have fun at work" Anti slowly turns and disappears back into his dark room, and I close my room's door and leave for work. As I walk, I think about this morning, specifically my interaction with the glitch before I left. Why was I so hesitant to talk to him? Why did it feel like there was a massive lump at the back of my throat stopping me from talking? Why did I feel so awkward talking to him? Was it tension from the argument? Probably. I soon arrive at the hospital and walk in to begin my shift.

Anti's pov.

After a while, I decided to go to get some breakfast from the kitchen, but as soon as I opened my door, I saw the doc staring at me with his scrubs on. Why must the fucking world be so cruel to me? I can't handle seeing him... not now, not ever. Mostly now. I change my focus to the floor, not bothering to fake a grin and muster up all the fucks I give to talk to him. "...Hey" Wow Anti... so smooth. "I... I need to go... breakvest iz downztairs... iv you're hungry... zat iz" he half whispers. Why the hell is he talking so hesitantly? He's the one who decided to be an ass! As much as I want to yell at him, I really can't be bothered "No thanks... Have fun at work," I turn around and walk back into my bedroom. I changed my mind... I'm not hungry anymore...

I stumble towards my green bed and collapse next to the side. I stuff my head into the side of the blanket, and I can feel my neck begin to bleed again. What's happening to me? Why is it so warm in here suddenly? I turn my body, so my back is against the bed. I feel trinkets of sweat run down my skin. I tilt my head up... I feel like puking. What the fuck? The room starts to spin, and a wave of dizziness washes over me. What the fuck is happening to me? This has never happened before! I hear the voices in my head grow louder. And louder. And louder. I try to block my ears, even though it won't help. A migraine develops in my head, and all I can feel is pain. Everywhere! My stomach, my throat, my head. My heart thumps at inhuman speeds, getting faster and faster as I lean forwards. I straddle on my hands and knees as my eyes desperately search the room. They start becoming dry and painful. I scrunch up my face in pain. No. pain is an understatement at this point. It's much worse than just painful. The voices are practically screaming at me. They keep yelling, but they're distant, and their words are drowned out by the rest of my body's screaming. What's happening? Why do I feel like this? I feel vomit climb up my insides towards my mouth. I have to get to the bathroom... problem is that my body won't move... shit! I begin to helplessly tremble as I feel myself get closer to puking on my bedroom carpet. Why must I be so useless? I'm so fucking weak! I can't look after myself. I'm more like a worthless child than a full-grown demon! The vomit grows higher and higher towards my mouth. My vision growing worse as a massive pool of blood soaks the carpet underneath me. I can't do it. My mouth quickly opens, and I gag. I feel the vomit scorch my mouth as I begin to helplessly gag out buckets of vomit onto the floor, mixed with blood. I feel the mixing liquids bite and sting my mouth and throat as my eyes let out a waterfall of tears flow onto the floor. I can't take it! The migraine makes my ears ring, and my heartbeat is chaotic. My body can't handle this! Why is this happening? Why me? Am I really that awful? What am I saying, of cause I am! I am a terrible creature! I'm a fucking monster! My body can't take the pain anymore, and my sight leaves as I pass out in the pool of vomit, blood, and tears on my bedroom floor.

A/N: Well wasn't this a thrilling chapter! I wonder what happened to Anti...🤔