One shots of the ipliers and the septiceyes

Chase Brody (Why are you being so nice?)

A/N so basically what happened here is I kinda left it on a cliff hanger cause I was too lazy to write Chase yelling and shit so yeah, sorry. If you would actually like to see that, let me know!

"Hey Bing, bro, you wanna go throw tea-bags out the window and see who can hit a car first?" Chase asks his once close friend. He knew the answer that was coming, but it hurt nonetheless. "Chase, by now you must know that Google and I have dates on every day other than Sunday? Or are you too 'depressed' to remember?" Bing scoffs and looks disapprovingly at Chase, who has his head hanging low. "Yeah i r-remember but i thought one d-- How about this Sunday we can do something?" Chase asks hopefully, but deep down he knew the answer, it would be the same as every other time he tried. "No Chase, i think we just need some time apart. Maybe when you mature we can maybe do something." Chase sighs, it was pointless, Chase knew he would no mature, and even if he did, Bing  would just make another excuse. So does what he always does, h goes quite, he hangs his head and walks away.

Now the world Chase ives in is not a normal one, Chase's realty is a cruel one. In his world, there is one main difference to our world. In his world, each living being, be it animal, human or other has a death timer. Now a death timer is exactly as it sounds, it is a timer that constantly hangs above a person's head that shows the person's time left on this earth. Now clearly, the timer is bound to fluctuate. Some days can be very bad, causing the timer to decrease to a mere days, but what people have started to realise is that a simple act, a simple word can send the timer back up. It is a lesson about human compassion i guess, but yet some people choose to ignore others timers. They actively choose to ignore the pain and suffering. The timer is not able to be seen by the person the timer is for, this can create certain, issues in everyday life.

"H-hey Anti, you wouldn't happen to of seen my m—" Chase stops dead in his tracks, and stops speaking. There stood Anti, wielding one of the kitchen knives from the holder. He was directing it at Jack but as soon as Chase entered the room the knife flew through the air, planting into the wall right next to him. Chase stood still, shocked for a moment until Anti came barrelling over, yelling at Chase and saying how Chase "got in the way of his knife" or how he could of "moved so the knife didn't hit the wall and scratch itself!" Chase is still shocked but once Anti shoves him into the wall 'in order to get past' he plasters a smile on his face. He looks to Jack to see Jack looking worried. "Hey now bro! Don't look at me like that! I'm fine!" Chase says with fake excitement and joy.

And from there, Chase's day just gotten worse and worse. Today was supposed to be his day to see his kids. But his ex-wife Stacy, said that the ego manner was "an unsafe and dangerous place for children to play and be." I mean she was not completely wrong, but Chase would never let one of his children get hurt, he loved them more than life itself. He just wanted to see them, they were always so happy running around the manor playing nerf guns with him.

The icing on the cake was that today was the day Chase had been sober for exactly a year, that was a whole year with no alcohol, no drugs, nothing. And guess what? Chase luck strikes again and caused not a single person to congratulate Chase or even bother to remember. Chase saw the irony in the situation  and let out an amused laugh as he grabbed liquor bottle from his old hidden stash. Oh he was gonna have a headache in the morning.

Oh boy was I right. Chase had woken up feeling like death incarnate. Stumbling his way down the stairs with the grace of a bear, wearing a tutu, that just snorted 3 lines of cocaine and then continued to drink the strongest alcohol known to man. He is beauty, he is grace, he is going to fall straight on his face. Hey look at that, right again!

Somehow, he managed to reach the kitchen, this man should not be in a kitchen by himself. And before long, he wasn't. Bing had entered the kitchen, seen Chase's state and averted his eyes. But something caught his attention, surely that can't be right...right? He double checked, just to make sure, and for once he hated that he was right. "Hey buddy," Bing approached him slowly, cautiously "what ya up to?" Chase was beyond confused, he couldn't tell if it was his killer headache or if he was straight up hallucinating. The same robot who practically called him immature was acting as if nothing happened. Chase decided it best to ignore the android for now, at least until he knew what was happening.

Next to stumble their way down stairs was Anti, and to say Chase was displeased would be an understatement of cosmic measures. It had been nothing different than any other moning. Anti shoved past him violently, made his way towards he much over-used coffee machine and pressed the button. Like usual he lifted himself onto the countertop and sat upon it. He scanned the room as always, but once his eyes scanned over Chase, his expression softened the slightest bit. Of course Chase took no notice of this as he was currently facing away from the glitch demon.

The day had gone past surprisingly easily. No fights had broken out, no one had been injured and everyone actually spent time together. And best of all with some 'persuasion' from Anti, Stacy had even let Chase's two kids see him today. Although Chase had never once been happier in his life, everything felt too...perfect. It all seemed too fake. As he was running around, chasing his kids with nerf guns and playing dead after being betrayed by Bing (who had decided to join even though he would be missing his date), it all clicked in his head. Being careful to not give away any signs that he was onto them, Chase continued as if everything was normal. That is, until his kids left...