Misjudged: One-shots (sequel)

A Sweet Bribery- Septic & Anti

"Septic, what have I told you?"

"What?! I didn't mean to!" his counterpart refused to look him in the eye.

"You didn't mean to!?" Chase then shouted, "Dude, you told my kid to fuck off after she just asked if you could color with her!"

Septic went quiet.

Anti sighed deeply, "Septic, I know socializing is hard for you but this is part of it and you can't curse at kids. Especially not Chase or Henrik's kids"

Septic rolled his eyes, "Whatever. Are you done lecturing me?"

Anti pinched the bridge of his nose, "Just watch your language next time, man, alright?"

"Can't make any promises" with that, Septic trotted off to god knows where.

Chase groaned softly, "Now you know how I felt dealing with you"

"What!?" Anti looked offended, "Excuse you? I was NEVER like that!"

Chase snorted, "Okay, dude, sure."

"Look, at least he didn't hurt them"

Chase gave him a deadpan look, "At least? Anti, this is not the first incident of Septic's"

"Okay, okay" Anti sighed, "I'll talk to him more about it later."

"And make sure to tell him to stop stealing my sweets from the cupboards. If he wants sweets, he can get his own"

"Yeah, yeah"

"And you don't see how you two are alike?" Chase teased his brother as he walked off to his room.

When he entered, he found Septic in there on his own bed tossing a knife up in the air and catching it.

"Don't you think that's a bit dangerous?"

Septic hummed, "Don't treat me like a fucking child. Just because I'm newer to your little 'family' here doesn't mean shit, b̴i̴t̵c̸h̵"

Anti tossed himself next to him and caught the knife before Septic could. He tossed it up in the air and they took turns flinging it upwards and catching. It was nice for a while in the silence until Septic decided to open his mouth again.

"Dark call you up lately? How come you never let me see him?"

Anti snorted, "Because the last time I let you come with me, you practically molested the poor guy."

"So I slapped his ass! Big deal!"

Anti chuckled lightly until he caught the knife but didn't throw it up again. He just spun it in his hand, "So Septic. . . how are you feeling lately? I mean. . .how are you doing lately WITH feelings?"

Septic shrugged, "I guess alright. Having a body is still new I guess so these 'human emotions'" he made a disgusted face, "will still be a thing to get used to. I guess I have less of a desire to kill you."

"Good."

"I sort of don't want to kill Chase or his kids.. . . "

"Good. That's good, too"

"I still want to maim Jackie, though"

"We'll work on it."

Septic stole back the knife in Anti's hands and messed with it in his own, looking at himself through the shiny reflection. He grimaced a little at his glowing green eyes.

"So is Chase's kid fine?"

"Oh, you actually care?"

"Shut up. No, it was just a question. Don't be ridiculous"