Uncle Anti

Runaway

'What do I do!? What do I do!? What do I do!? What do I do!? What do I do!?'

Anti was pacing around furiously. He knew was screwed if he didn't think of something quick. Luckily the kids were in the other room with the door locked so they didn't know what was going on.

But that didn't help much.

He could see Marvin's snarky cat-grin in the corner of his eye.

'Conceited prick' Anti's fists shook as he clenched them, 'Thinks this is over? Not just yet. Not on my watch'

Without a word, he suddenly calmed. It would be a matter of less than an hour by the time the cops were at his door. He knew one of his neighbors would call on him. It would be either him or Henrik first but he was more suspicious as the homebody who never spoke to anyone only to arrive home with a different car.

He suddenly had one idea in his head but he had to act fast.

Marvin didn't like that Anti had suddenly gotten calm, 'What is he thinking? Has he decided to just give the kids back? Jackie countered him check mate! There's nothing else he CAN do . . .'

He watched as Anti glanced at him and smoothly walked away to the bathroom.

His curiosity perked, Marvin stalked behind him, "Anti? What are you up to? I don't like that look in your eyes."

Anti just chuckled and kept walking until he was in front of the bathroom mirror, "You shouldn't . . . Sorry Marv. I know you'd rather just go back home and forget all of this but . . .. that's not happening"

"What do you mean? Jackie called you out. It's over. In a matter of minutes, the police will storm over here and-"

"And we'll be gone"

Marvin's ears flattened, "Wh-what?"

"Don't worry about it. Just relax, Marv" Anti opened the medicine cabinet, pulling out a strange bag filled with something . . . familiar.

As soon as Anti opened the bag, Marvin's eyes dilated and his tail puffed out but his conscious tried to stay afloat, "Anti . . anti, wait. Just-"

Anti flung the bag at him and suddenly Marvin could only inhale.

Everything else suddenly didn't matter. He found himself looking up at the ceiling watching it move . . . he couldn't remember the last time he felt so relaxed. So loopy and fucked up and it was amazing.

Anti looked on for a few minutes, making sure the catnip took effect. He almost felt bad drugging him but why should he? He kidnapped him and turned him into a fucking cat to keep for HIMSELF. Why NOW should he feel bad about drugging him?

Shaking off the feeling, he went to his room and took the cat crate out of his closet to get ready to stuff him inside.

'Wish I'll be able to see the looks on their faces when they realize'

He unlocked the door to the room he put the kids in and cracked it open, smirking as he saw they were asleep. It had been a long, rough and confusing day for them, after all.

'When they realize we're not going to be here'

Sean was panicking back in Brighton, having ran off to his bathroom to try and think more clearly. He remembered everything now but he couldn't believe his memory had been able to be tampered to begin with! Anti didn't have that ability so how?!

That part he couldn't remember but it didn't matter.

Anti had caused too much trouble and it was going to tear him down if he didn't fix it quick.