Powerless

62. Friends

There were bodies everywhere. It was bound to happen. Anti had been through too much not to see a bit of bloodshed but this was important. Anti looked around at the mess he made and frowned. There was so much blood coating the ground but not enough space. The glitch never did like touching the bodies after they already died. It was almost like asking for trouble at that point. He sighed walking over to the window and drew the curtain sending light from the street lamps to shine in revealing a darkened figure standing in the shadows. Anti jumped throwing his knife out fully thinking it was a cop or a hero only for the knife to get whipped out of the air.

"The host hopes that Anti did not call him here just for that." Anti smiled as they stepped further into the room to reveal a man in bloody bandages and a dirty trench coat. Cloth wrapped around the man's hands covering them entirely as reached up to brush his hair back, an emotionless expression on his face. "The host was looking forward to having some fun. He has never been called on by Dark and Anti before and it intrigued him."

"Intrigue? I came for the show!" A voice came from above causing both men to look up. A man with blue paint streaks falling down his cheeks from blacked-out eyes. "What's fun without a performance." Ecstatic giggles erupted through man as he dropped with a satisfying splash in the blood puddle.  He kicked his leg out slightly strumming the air like an electric guitar only for a sick chord to actually ring through the air. "I'm sure it'll be killer. Get it?" 

"The host does not understand Natemares insistence on dark humor."

"Well, no one actually asked you, literary jackass."

"Did someone say ass?" All three men backed up as the puddle of blood shifted and rose, shaping itself until melting away to reveal a very odd-looking man. His black formal outfit with a silky transparent green sash that contrasted against to dark colors of the room seemed almost fitting for him. He sported a bright beaming grin that almost perfectly masked the pure demented thoughts that filled his mind. "Because... yes, please. I am all for a nice butt."

"The host cringed intensely at The Duke's comment and askes that he does not make another."

"No can do, narrator. I say what's on my mind and I do what I want." The man in green laugh loudly before becoming deathly serious. One would assume he had dire questions. Something so important, it could almost be life and death... they would be wrong. "Right, does anyone actually know the purpose of those tide pods? I mean they're just sitting there begging to be eaten."

"The host is thoroughly disappointed." The man in the bandages said even though his emotionless expression never changed once. Anti was just standing back watching everyone talk and bicker. It was nice seeing some chaos even if they were supposed to be focusing here. Anti never really was one for organizing things. That was more Darks part, but that man wouldn't be able to take a leading role in this. It actually made the glitch a bit happy. He liked being in control sometimes. Even though he LOVED being dominated by his partner. "The host wishes to not have such elicit images in his mind of what Anti and Dark get up to in the bedroom."

"Hey, that's private!" Everyone started to laugh other than the host and Anti. The host simply sighed as he stuffed his hands into his pocket. "B̴̘̐i̴̼̿t̵̮́c̸͖̐h̸̳͂.̵̹̐.̶͙̔.̶͓̓"

"The host feels he must remind Anti that he cannot control what he sees but he understands that that would be a moot point. Instead, he wishes to change the subject back to why Anti has called him here in the first place."

"Yeah..." Natemare smiled as he jumped up and hovered in the air slowly spinning around until he was looking at the glitch upside down. "Not that I mind. I've been aching for good performance but why are we all here?"

"And why are you all bandaged?" Remus shot the glitch a sad sympathetic look as he pouted. "Did you have a fight with a trash rat over dinner too?" Everyone groaned. Remus just shrugged smiling again as if everything all right and dandy. "Those stinky little beauties are quite powerful when they want your half-eaten burger."

"Duke... you literally come from money. Why are you living at the dump?"  Remus laughed as he pulled out this unidentifiable cylindrical thing, and before anyone could ask about it, he took a big ol'bite. 

"I do what I want besides, Bro's got an 'issue' with me."

"I've got no idea why." Nate pushed out the sarcasm thick but Remus just laughed.

"I know right? What is his problem?" Nate rolled his eyes as Anti facepalmed. The host did nothing but that's just the host. 

"Anyway..." Anti started cutting Remus off before he could speak again. "I have a job for you all..."

"Ooh, does this involve..."

"Sausages." Remus called out cutting Nate of and Anti sighed shaking his head.

"No, Duke... No, it does not."

"Darn it. What about..."

"N̷͇͙̐̓̕͜O̵͉͙̹͂͗̍̈́͜!̵͔̰͉̭́̋͝" Anti glitch out suddenly pushing the man against the wall with a look of fire in his now mismatched and septic eyes. "Let me talk before I snap... you fucking rat." The glitch pulled away with a smile before turning away from the stunned man. "As I said I have a job for you. There's a man I want to hurt."

"Then why don't you just..." 

"I can't touch him." Anti said cutting Nate off with a nearly demonic glare. "I made a promise to Dark. Instead of where going to hurt him a different way." Anti laughed as he handed Nate a picture with written information on the back. Dark had been kind enough to give Anti as much help as he could without his soft side becoming a problem.

"Looks like a damn child..." A sick and twisted grin formed on the mans face turning his expression as he hovered a bit higher. "This'll be fun. Gonna give him a show he'll remember till death." Anti wasted no time walking over to the host who simply narrowed frowned.

"The host is perplexed as to how he is to get his information. Seeing as how he cannot see and Anti does not know..."

"His name is Virgil. Virgil Waterson. Dark said he was a bit of a loner with a dark buzz around him. 'Very much an emo'..." The host's frown grew in thought as he tried to work through the voices in his head.

"The host is concerned as to why his cousin isn't participating in this but the host knows better than to ask. Instead, he will do what he is told and look for this Virgil Waterson." Anti smiled as Host waved to him before starting out. "The host wishes Anti luck on the apprehension of his own target."

"Not that you'll need it but good luck to you to Arther." Out of the two ipliers Arther had always been Anti's favorite. The glitch finally turned over to Remus to see the man already shaking his head. "I haven't even told you what it was yet."

"Sorry, Glitch, but I'm not in the mood to go a chase. I have more important things to do like figure out why they make tide pods so damn tasty looking." Anti wanted to scream. Remus was always like this. He took demented and crazed to a whole new level. Like eating deodorant. It's lucky that man can heal because with the stuff he puts in his body it's a wonder he's even still alive. "I really don't care what it's about or who the target..."

"Roman Price." Remus clammed up instantly. He shot the glitch a sideways looked before sighing and turning back to look at him with a grin.

"Sure thing then bucko. Give me the 411 on the princely pauper and I'll make him rat food in no time flat." Anti casually handed over the picture with the info and frowned in confusion.

"I thought you would take more convincing." Remus just shrugged again Anti shook his head in annoyance. "That that I'm complaining but why change your mind so suddenly?"

"Simple my bitchy amigo." Remus laughed as he held the picture close. "Have you ever thought of killing your brother?"