A Fuck Up I Need

Chapter 4

Chases POV:

I walk into the kitchen and see the good doctor and glitch sitting at the table talking. I smile at the sight.

"Top of the morning to ya," I say, taking a seat beside Herkin.

He laughs a little at my attempt to impersonate our creator. His laugh is cute. Everyone thinks since we look and sound the same, that everything about us is the same. That couldn't be further from the truth. Each ego has their own personality, even the markiplier egos. Also, our laughs are different.

Mine is loud, with a little bit of snorting, mostly because I'm a huge dork and don't care who knows it.

Herkins is softer, more quiet and sweet, almost like he's too shy to laugh louder.

"Good morning to you as vell Chase, I made breakfast," he says, glancing at me and my attire.

Oh no. Please don't think anything is off.

"Thanks Herkin, you're the best," I say, forcing a nervous smile and starting to eat the omelet the doctor has made for me.

I can feel both his and Anti's eyes on me. Did I do something wrong?

"Since when did you call Schneeplestein, Herkin? That's not like you at all," Anti says, a look of concern spreading on his face.

It's fine Chase, an easy fix

"Oh sorry, I'm still a little tired you know?" I lie, honestly I'm not feeling like myself. I haven't even said 'bro' at all since I've been here.

My lie must've worked because both men nod their head and continue eating.

After about ten minutes, Shcneep stood up and placed his plate in the sink.

"I'm off to vork, Chase, the Iplier's invited us over, Anti is going, I'll be there but a little late, the other septiceye vill be there as vell, you, dear friend?" Shcneep asked, eyeing me slightly.

I nod, a smile slowly crossing my face.

"Awesome! I haven't seen much of the Iplier's in a while!" I say, hoping Bing doesn't hate me.

Herkins nodded and smiled at me.

Woah.

It's almost so easy to forget the trouble this man went through in his life.

Maybe he can help me?

CHASE! NO! HE DOESNT CARE. HE WILL NEVER CARE, NO ONE WILL.

Nevermind then.

"Okay Chase, I vill see you both later, bye," the German doctor said as he grabbed his work bag and left.

I stared at the door for a few moments after he left.

"Chase, are you okay?" Anti asked, his eyes focusing on my wrists. I glanced down, I've been scratching my wrists by instinct.

Did he see the cuts?

"Yeah, I'm fine Anti, why wouldn't I be?" I lie, hoping to change the subject.

Anti stood up to put his plate in the sink.

"Because you're wife was cheating on you, then left you, and took your kids away," he starts.

Well damn Anti, stab my heart why don't ya?

"You have every right to not be okay Chase," he continued, he walked back to me and put his hands on my shoulders, which made me tense a little.

"Chase if you need a way to cope, drinking isn't the best answer," he says, as he grabs my arms quickly and pulls down my sleeves, revealing my bandage wrists.

"But it's much better than this," he finishes with tears in his eyes.

How did he know? Was it the way I was acting? Was it obvious to Herkin this?

I stare at Anti, dumbfounded. I don't know how to respond.

"You thought I wouldn't notice? Ive known you for too long, Chase, I can read you like a book. You never wear long sleeves in the summer, why start now? Why start covering your wrists when a depressing event comes along?" He rants, his tears falling down his cheek.

I've never seen him cry. He may not be evil, but he does have a reputation of being the 'strong' friend.

He really does care about me. I haven't even been here for twenty four hours yet, and I'm already putting him through shit.

"Anti, I'm sorry, please, please don't tell anyone, I'll stop, I promise," I plead, if the others find out, it'll be hell.

Anti stared at me. I feel a tear roll down my cheek. Then another one.

Jesus Christ Chase you're pathetic

"Fine Chase, I won't tell, but if you don't stop, we're telling Herkin, and I say we're because you will be there with me, got it?" He says, his voice stern.

I nod.