We'll Get There {AntiAverage} (ABANDONED)

10: C B

1499 words
TW: Kind of graphic mention of past suicide attempt (only in one paragraph towards the end, easily skippable)

I sat in my office, editing the footage I'd filmed for Bro Average while Jack had been over. He'd been surprisingly great with Anti, always quiet and patient as the eldest septic adjusted to his presence. It had been nice, having a break every now-and-then.

It wasn't that I didn't love spending time with Anti- I did, and I was willing to spend every waking moment with him if that's what he needed, but it was exhausting at times.

Apparently none of the others could even make pancakes without almost killing each other over it, as both Marvin and Jackieboy clearly displayed earlier in the week, so now there had to be a 'one person cooking at a time' rule. On a higher note, Anti could almost carry a simple conversation in ASL now, with Jameson only correcting him on a few words.

I was almost finished, adding a, might I say epic, explosion to emphasize my awesomeness, when I heard a knock at the door.

I poked my head out of the room, "Hey Anti? That should be Jack, are you okay with getting the door? I'm almost done with this." We'd started to lock the doors after Anti nearly had a nervous breakdown over it.

Said ego hesitantly got up from the couch, nodding. "Thanks, bro.", I pulled myself back to my computer with my foot.

That was, until I heard someone yelling. A female yelling. I froze for a moment, eyes wide. How could I have forgotten it was my week with the kids? I scrambled out of my chair, practically teleporting next to a trembling Anti's side. Stacy was absolutely loosing her shit, and Greyson and Trey watched her, a pale and red face respectively.

"Stacy, Stac- Stop yelling!", I said as calmly as I could, voice tight.

"Why the hell is he here?!", she screeched anyways, waving a hand in the air.

"The feck is going on here?", I heard Marvin's voice behind me.

I looked at him, relieved. "Can you take Anti upstairs, please?", I asked, discreetly squeezing the glitchy ego's hand in an attempt to comfort him. Marvin, probably realizing the situation, shot Stacy a death glare that was only partially visible, and stepped up to us. His expression shifted to an almost motherly one as he offered Anti a hand, and he gently lead him upstairs.

I sighed as they disappeared, stepping outside with my ex-wife and shutting the door. "What the hell, Chase?! That thing tried to kill me, what is he doing in your house!", she yelled. My ears were ringing already. Trey looked like he was suspicious, but not for the reason his mother was on about.

I could see the puzzle pieces clicking in his head, and the gears churning as he tried to find the last ones.

"Look, Stace, it's not as simple as that. He's different now. And you screaming at him freaked him the f...", I glanced at Greyson, "...lip out- Hey, boys? Why don't you go sit inside while your mom and I talk, okay?"

Trey nodded, clearly lost in his own head, "Sure."

Greyson looked scared, "But- But the glitchy man is in there!"

Trey put his hand on his brother's shoulder and opened the door, "He's not gonna hurt you, Grey. Come on, we can watch TV." They disappeared inside, much to my relief. I'd have to remember to thank Trey for the save.

"I am not letting my children sit in a house with a murderer, Chase.", Stacy raised her hand for emphasis, and I instinctively flinched.

Ignoring the reaction, I resisted the urge to grit my teeth, "Look, I get where you're coming from, but Anti is not dangerous anymore. I can promise you that, 100%."