Working in his room on some papers at three in the morning, Henrik's phone buzzed indicating that he had a text. Surprisingly, it came from someone he thought didn't have his phone number. Anti. All it said was "Help me. My bedroom." Henrik wasn't quite sure what that meant. Could be a trap. Henrik sighed and decided to see what Anti wanted. He probably just wanted to scare Henrik.
Henrik slowly walked into Anti's room in his pjs and was met with a horrific site. There was blood everywhere. Well not everywhere, but it covered the bed and the floor. In the middle of the blood pool on the floor was Anti on his back. Henrik backup for a bit then walked back in and stood there on the edge of the ever increasing blood pool just looking down at Anti who had both hands tightly around his neck in a vain effort to stop the blood flow from his neck. Henrik looked at Anti with a mixture of disgust and satisfaction a sick twisted smile slowly crept across his face as Anti struggled to breath.
After a few minutes, Anti became too weak to hold his hands to his neck and let them fall to the floor. He tried to reached out for Henrik, but his hand fell back onto the floor. Henrik finally snapped out of his trance as Anti made something somewhere between a sob and a wheeze as blood tears fell from his eyes. Henrik tentatively knelt down in the pool and touched Anti glitching shoulder. He sighed again. Those blood stains were going to be hard to get out of the carpet.
Once Henrik has concluded that Anti wasn't going to stab him, he picked Anti up and carried the limp red and green noodle of a brother into Anti's bathroom, put him in the bathtub, and got to work. First, turning on the bedroom light then rifling through Anti's broken dresser. Once Henrik got another set of cloths for Anti, black as usual, he scanned Anti's bedroom. Henrik was shocked at the amount of old blood stains that littered the carpet and bed of Anti's bedroom. This wasn't the first time Anti had bled like this. Everything looked somewhat broken or worn out in some way. Henrik also noted how freezing it was in Anti's room. Did the heat even work in here? Henrik guessed not. Henrik snapped out of his stupor and got Anti's phone out of the blood pool and laid it on a cleaner spot on the carpet. He then went back into the bathroom and pulled out a blood stained washcloth and got it wet with cold water from the sink. Turning back to Anti whose closed eyes and pale green skin made him looked like a murder victim himself. Anti looked dead. Henrik felt a pang guilt well up in his chest. Henrik slowly knelt down beside the bathtub and gently pressed the cold washcloth onto Anti's neck. Anti's eyes shot open. Good he was alive, but instead of looking at Henrik he looked up at the ceiling. Henrik held the washcloth on Anti's neck until it stopped bleeding.
"There you go Anti. Now that that's stopped bleeding, let's clean the rest of you." Henrik said slipping Anti out of his blood soaked cloths and slowly began hosing him down with warm water. Anti seemed to only softly whimper. Once Henrik cleaned off all the blood, he dried Anti off for the most part and bandaged his neck up. " Ok Anti. You're all bandaged up." Henrik said handing Anti his cloths. Anti nodded and weakly got out of the tub and weakly dressed himself.
"T.̵.̵́͜.҉T̛h͢͠͞a̶n̡k͡s ͜͜H͏ęn̡͝r͡i̴͡k̴͠.̀͠"Anti said.
"You're welcome." Henrik said. Anti was about to speak. To ask him why he just stood there, but shut his mouth. "You have something on your mind?" Henrik asked. Anti teared up. "What's wrong?" Henrik asked. Anti swayed on his feet. Henrik let him fall against him and wrapped his arms around him. Anti wrapped his arms around Henrik as they slowly sat on the floor. Anti slowly started whimpering as silent tears soaked into Henrik's night shirt. Henrik slowly put one hand on Anti's back the other he started combing through Anti's messy hair. Anti's grip tightened.
"I̡ ͞t̸h̛͜ò͢ưgh̵́t ͝y̧̢ơ̶̧u͜ ̨w͡͏͠er̴̨e̵͟ ̕͟g͞ò̷͝i̧̧̛ng̵ ̸͟҉t͟o̧̨̕ ̶̵j̶̨͞us̸͟t͡ ͘͠s̕t̴̕a͢ǹ͡d͏̶ ͏҉t͢h̕͟eŗ͝e͡.͏ ͘͘" Anti cried out.
"I...I don't know what got into me." Henrik said.
"Y͜͜ǫù́҉ ̧͠ḑ̀̕id̡͞͏n̢̕'̶̶t͠ ̶͡w͘an̕͢t̛͞ t̸o ҉҉t̷͜ǫ̛ų͟͞c̡h͢҉҉ ̛͢͜a͢ ̶̢m̴͘o҉̸͢n͟s̨ter̨.̛" Anti muttered.
"I... I guess I went back to the time you tried to strangle me." Henrik said.
"I̷̕ ̷di̡̡d̢̛n͏'̕t̡ ̴̢̛c̵͘h̀̀͠o҉s̸͡e͠ ҉͜t̵̀ǫ ̶̕bę ̴͠t̵h̢is̨͠ ͏͜way.̶̕ ͏̕I̛͟͞ w̕͢as ̧c҉̸r͠e̶ąt͏̛ed͘ ̷͜t̢͜o͏͠ ͏h͟͜ù͢r͡҉t̨͝͞ ͏̷y͜o̶͜u͜͟ ̛͟͢gư͟͠y̶̢s͜͢.́" Anti said.
"But you seem so into it. You seem like you're having fun." Henrik said.
"I͝ h̕͟a͠vé̶͠ ͞͞t̕ớ ̧o̧r̵ ̸̢̀t̡͘h̵e͞҉ ͡͏̧f͟a̴ns͟͞ ͝͏w̵ơ̸n̷̷'͘͢t̢͘ ̛li͜͞k͜͞͡e͢ ̸͢m̀͘e." Anti said.
"I see. You don't have to hurt people. You can be a villain and not harm people." Henrik said.
"R̡̀͏e͘҉a̢̨lļỳ̴͠?͢͡" Anti asked.
"Yeah Anti, but if you have to hurt us for channel content, I understand. I understand you a lot better now." Henrik said. Henrik then looked around Anti's cold blood soaked room. "Anti. How often do you bleed out like this?" Henrik asked.
"Ơ̸n̵̷c̨e̛͡ ҉̢o͡r͟ ͢͞t͘͠w̕ic̴̀͡e a̶ ̵w͜͝e͢͜͏ek̶̨.́͜ ͟͝Ţ͝͞hr̶͟e̡é ҉̷t͠h̵̡͜i̛s ̧w҉̵ee͠͝k̸ ̕͟͟t͜͠҉h̶o̧u̵g҉h͠.̷́" Anti said.
"Really? Why'd you text me this time?" Henrik asked.
"I ͝w̡͞a͏̸s̛͘͝ ͏̴̷s͡͠c̷͘͠are̢͘̕d.͏" Anti said.
"I can understand that." Henrik said. He then picked Anti up bridal style and started carrying him out of his bed room.
"W͞͡h̀͘͠e҉͡re̸͝ ̷̨y̴ó̶u͞ ҉̧t͞a͏k̴í̸ǹ͠g ̵̡m̀e͜?́" Anti asked.
"My room. I'm quite concerned for you. You never told me you have bleed outs like that." Henrik said.
"T̵͘h͘͞o͘ug̀h̴̡̨t̢ ̨y͟ơ͟u'͟͞d̨ ͝͞ć̕͠a͡re̛̕ ̛͜m͘͏o̴r͢e͠ ̵a̵̸b̀͢ó͟út̶͟ ́̕th͏҉̕ȩ́ ̛́͡c̵͠a̴͟҉rp̛e̡͡t̶̷͡ t͏́͞h́͝͠a̸̛̕n͏ m̕͜e͝.͟҉͏"Anti said.
"You may be an asshole, but you shouldn't suffer alone like that. Besides you're bed is covered in blood. You can't sleep there." Henrik said.
"O҉h. ͟͏Aĺ̷̕r̵i͘g̢ht̵͟.̷͟͠"Anti said snuggling into Henrik's chest.
"You know you're a real sweetheart when you're not hurting us." Henrik said and they both giggled. Henrik slowly laid Anti down in his bed and got back to work on the papers he was working on.
"L̕͟o͠v̵̡ę͟ ̛́͝y̴o̷̵͘u̡͏ Hen҉͡ri̛̕k.̕" Anti said.
"Love you too Anti." Henrik said. Anti fell asleep a little wile later. Henrik knew Anti would hurt them again sometime, but he knew now that Anti wasn't doing it cause he wanted to. He was doing it because he was created to. He couldn't be hateful of Anti if this was something he was created to do. He couldn't fault Anti for it. What could Anti be blamed for...Existing? Henrik understood Anti a bit better now and maybe someday he could help Anti not need to hurt him and the other Egos.
