Anti doesn't know what to do with his life, really. He doesn't know what he is anymore. He's always been the villain but he feels as if he could be more. If only there was someone he could talk to. To relate with. He needed someone to understand him. Jackie's grown depressed doing the same thing every day and night. Being the hero. He doesn't feel as if he understands what he's supposed to do anymore when crime never goes away. He feels as if what he's doing will never amount to making a difference and his brothers don't seem to understand what he's going through. Please do NOT plagiarize, steal or repost my stories OR my art. Enjoy the story! :)

Antisepticeye is the enemy. Isn't he? Please don't repost, steal or plagiarize Enjoy the story!

Jackie's always been the hero. Anti's always been the villain. And that's how it's always going to be. Right? Is there anything that would ever change that?

Anti's still dealing with the pain of his fellow Septic egos forcing him away from them. Did he deserve it? Maybe. Had he changed? Probably not. Did he regret it?. . . . . . .Every damn day. His friends help get him through it all, taking his mind off of it. But what happens when he's forced to face them again against his will? Please do NOT plagiarize, repost or steal