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Here For You (Sick!Child!AntiXReader)

Prompt 45b-i: Sick!(child!)anti x reader. 

This story is completely platonic. Anti is like, four; don't even go there with me fam.

You'd moved in with Jack a couple of months ago to help him take care of the egos so he could focus on taking care of himself and the channel. You'd become like a mom to most of the egos. Anti did not like you... but he tolerated you for the simple reason that you kept his brothers fed and healthy, and he cared about them in his own way; even if he would never tell you that himself. On that first day you moved in, all the egos took a box from your small amount of belongings to help you move in and make you feel wanted and appreciated; all but Anti. Anti laughed in your face and glitched upstairs to his room. You didn't see him for almost four days. The others told you it was pretty normal for Anti to just go AWOL for a while before coming back and annoying the shit out of everyone. When you saw him after that you made sure to be especially nice to him; always saying hi, always trying to ask how his day was, or if he wanted company with whatever he might be doing. He refused all your attempts, but occasionally he would simply grunt when you said hello. You figured that it was a start.

Anti was being well... Anti. He was starting shit for the sake of an argument, breaking things for fun, threatening to murder everyone in the household, drinking all of Jack's good booze and replacing the empty bottles back in the cabinet, and just being a general pest. Even you, with your endless reserves of patience and soft spot for the glitch, was starting to feel the urge to just smack him upside the head. Marvin's outraged shout in front of you drew your attention back to the front of the room, but you quickly tuned him out again. The magician had called you all in here to witness his newest tricks, most of which were pretty damn cool if he could pull them off. You had started to zone out when you saw Anti start to fuck with Marvin's tricks, intentionally causing them to fail.

A glitched out laugh finally drew your attention back to the arguing duo in front of you. Marvin was red in the face under his mask, while Anti was dancing on the balls of his feet, looking more than pleased with himself.

"Don't you understand how dangerous this is Anti? Someone could get hurt because you decided to fuck around with me!" Anti shrugged, his grin cruel and a touch insane.

"If it's so easy for me to fuck with ya, maybe you shouldn't be doing this. Did ya ever think about that Marvy?" Anti glitched a few feet forward and plucked Marvin's wand out of his hands, twirling the delicate instrument between his fingers. Bright green and gold sparks shot out of the end, causing you, Jack, and all the other egos to dive behind the couches. Jack was screaming about not burning holes in his furniture, Scheep was screaming about not burning holes in his skin, Chase, Jackieboy man, and you were just screaming. Jameson would be screaming if he could. You all peered back over the couch like meerkats to see Marvin snatch the wand back from Anti. Marvin looked about to explode while Anti just cackled and turned cartwheels, sticking his tongue out.

"That does it!" Marvin thundered, his magically magnified voice shaking the room. "If you're going to act like a child, then you might as well be one!" Anti paused, righting himself. Marvin flicked his wand and a shower of green sparks shot out from the wand and blasted Anti in the face. He cried out as he was sent tumbling backward over the couch to land right in front of you and Chase. As the mass of black clothing hit the ground you felt like your eyes were going wonky. The clothes were empty, but from the painful thump and panicked writhing, it was clear that Anti was still there. A green haired head finally popped out from the shirt neck. A collective gasp rang around the group. The person in front of you was clearly still Anti, but they looked to be about four years old. The child-sized Anti struggled with the clothes drowning him, thankfully the black shirt coming down to his knees to cover everything.