A Fuck Up I Need

Chapter 3

I was awaken by a cup of water being thrown on my face.

"Aaah! Who did that?" I shout, sitting up. In response I hear a Glitchy laugh.

"Sorry, Chase, I couldn't help myself," Anti says, handing me a towel.

I take the towel than quickly look at my surroudings. Oh, yeah I forgot.

I wipe my face and put on my best fake smile.

"Yeah, yeah, nice to see you too, Anti," I say, getting out of bed.

"Schneep told me what happened, I'm sorry that bitch did that to you," he says, shifting awkwardly.

I feel my jaw tighten. Anti usually calls Stacy a bitch, he thinks I could do better, but now, I have the odd feeling to knock him out. I mean I won't, PMA and shit, but damn, I would kinda like to right now.

"Its fine Anti, but could you not-" I started, trying to choose my words wisely. He's not evil, but he's not the nicest either.

"Call Stacy a bitch? Yeah I got you, now Shcneep told me to wake you, he made breakfast," he says shrugging his shoulders.

I smile slightly at him. Anti always understands, I can't understand why anyone could think he's evil. Well, anyone that's knows the man.

"Thanks Anti, could you tell Shcneep I'll be down in a minute? I need to change first," I say, walking to my bag that is on the floor.

"What am I around here? Y'alls two personal messenger?" He says with another Glitchy laugh.

I smile wider at him as he leaves, closing the door on his way out.

I sigh as the door closes and I'm alone again. I quickly change so that I can get out of this room and see the good doctor before he leaves for work.

Schneeplestein's POV:

I was setting up the table with breakfast for Anti, Chase, and I. It's been awhile since I sent Anti upstairs to wake up Chase. I wanted to make sure he was fine before I left for work. I turn my attention to the doorway when I hear footsteps approach.

With his usual  glitchy laugh, Anti walks into the kitchen, his cup of water now empty.

"Vhat did you do to that poor man?" I joke, knowing Anti and his prankster ways.

He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips.

"He'll be down in a minute,  I still can believe that hag cheated on him," he rants as he takes a seat. He cares a lot about Chase, he's like a brother to him.

"And she's taking his kids avay! The nerve that vomen has!" I say, my blood boiling. I always thought Stacy was a good women, she made Chase a better man, and I'm grateful for that. But now, I think someone must've dropped her on her head. Chase is so sweet, and understanding, he deserves so much better.

"I know right? Ugh anyways, have you talked to Jamie or any of the other egos about it? He needs support," Anti says, not bothering to mention Marvin and Jackieboys name.

It's terrible what they did to him. It's not entirely Marvins fault though, even Anti knows that. Jackie always had the mindset that Anti was the bad guy and that he would never be good. Marvin trusts Jackies judgement, and it hurt him, but he cut all ties off with Anti. It's all an act, Anti and Jack are cool with each other, after all, Jack planned all the Anti videos.

But honestly, it hurt Anti so so so much to lose Marvin. Not only was he his best friend, but he had feelings for Marvin that were a little more than just friendly. Who am I kidding? The man was basically in love with the magician.

He never told anyone other than me, he didn't know how the others would react. I knew the others wouldn't mind Anti being gay, but it's his decision if he wants to keep it to himself. He only told me because he knew about my partnership with Dr.Iplier.

The other doctor was a sweet man, but we both knew our relationship wasn't going anywhere, so we ended things on a good note. We still hang out and even do surgeries and other projects together.

"I have told the others that Chase is in desperate need of our help, I haven't told them vhy though, it's not my place," I say as I sit across from Anti and start eating my own breakfast.

I wonder what is taking Chase so long?

[TRIGGER WARNING, CUTTING, DEPRESSING THOUGHTS]

Chase's POV:

Come on Chase. You can do it.

I hold the razor to my wrist. The voices in my head telling me this will make me feel better. I know I shouldn't listen, but I need something to make me feel better.

I glide the blade over my wrist and watch the blood pour.

I cut another line underneath that one.

Then another.

I look at my other wrist, untouched and unscarred.

Yes Chase, don't you feel better? Just a few more...

I put the razor onto my other wrist. I cut three similar lines into my skin.

Watching my blood spill out my wrist did help me. At least I can be a fuck up and feel fine.

Then I realize the cuts will be hard to explain.

I quickly clean up the blood and place a few bandages on the cuts. I then throw on a longsleeved black shirt. I grabbed the hat my boys gave me them rush downstairs to see Anti and Shcneep, hoping they won't think anything is off.

That's it Chase. You're fine, see?

I'm fine. The voice is right. I'm fine.