House of Mayhem {Septic Egos}

"From one broken soul to another"

Anti came back into the house chuckling like a madman...which he was. The lights in the house were off meaning most of the egos were either asleep, or the power was still out. Though when he walked by a vent he could hear the hum of the AC going. Anti was headed to the kitchen to put his knife in the sink for someone to clean later when he heard the T.V going. "Why'd she have to die!" He heard Jackaboy sniffle. Anti stiffened peeking his head into the living room. "I have never had an anime make me cry." Marvin said while wiping his eyes. Anti felt his own start to water before he decided to just lodge the knife in the wall and glumly walk to his room. His sweatshirt, that Jack has made, was hanging off of his waist. Leaving him n just a black tank top and his ripped jeans.

(FWY, there may be confusing parts in this and let me just note: THESE ARE NOT CANON CHARACTERS. Their personalities and backstories are way different then what Jack has made them be. Their relationship with Jack is also different. Any questions you have will be answered in chapters later on. And if you desperately need to know, you can always message.)

"Alright guys, it's getting late. Ve should head to bed." Schneep said while rubbing his eyes. "I can't believe we watched that entire anime. We never even had dinner." Chase sleepily laughed. "What's wrong JJ?" Jackaboy asked seeing the mutes face scrunched up. 'Did Anti ever come home?' He signed. Chase hit his lips turning in the direction of their rooms. "I can go check." Chase said standing up. "I'll go with." Jackaboy added standing as well. 

"Is this his knife?" Jackaboy askedpoking at the knife in the wall. Antis ears perked up at voices so he threw his jacket back on. Chase sighed walking over to the light switch. "Anti? You here?" Anti three his head back against his door as he shut it. "Why am I such a f*cking crybaby..." He neutered as he slid down the door throwing his jacket off again and letting his powers go. The room filled with a soft buzz as his body stopped glitching. The glitching was caused by him holding back his powers. Letting his powers out also let all the markings on his body show themselves again. The scar on his neck glitched to no longer a scar but to a bleeding wound. 

"Anti." Jackaboy sang knocking on the door. "Piss off!" Anti sang back." Jackaboy laughed before looking to Chase. "See ya in the morning." He gave Chase a quick side hug before heading to his room. "Hey Anti I need to look at your head." Chase muttered. "You can piss of as well!" Chase sighed. "Anti please." The glitch wiped the tears from his eyes. "Beggin already?" He forced a laugh at the end. "It's sad that I have to beg to see if you're alright." Chase slightly smiled when he heard Anti go quiet. 

Anti sighed leaning back on the door. "How do you do it?" He asked in the quietest voice possible. "Do what?" Chase asked leaning close to the door. "You go through so much, you hate yourself and put yourself in even more pain." Chase arched an eyebrow wondering where this was going. "Yet you put a smile on your face and put he needs of others in front of you." Chase sighed finally sitting with his back against the door. "It's a lot. There's day where I don't want to move from my bed. Where I want to let the world swallow me up."

(Character backstory ahead: Chase Brody)

"Ever since Stacy left me I've been bummed out in everything I did. But the kids, they were always there. Until she took them away. I haven't seen them in so long. She said I'd get to see them on the weekends, I see them once every few months." Chase sighed. "Practically everyone knows about my past and here's some days where I feel like they all pity me. But I keep getting these notes, and I don't know which ego they're from. I don't wanna ask any of you guys because I feel t would ruin. But the notes say things like "keep marching on, we've all got battle scars." Or "the scars are prove that you were able to fight past the depression." They mean a lot. It lets me know that someone doesn't see my scars as a sign of weakness." Chase smiled looking down at his wrist.