#dad!dark

Summary: Anthony Hermann Scott, more commonly known by his online pin name, Anti, is just a normal guy, or so he thinks. As it turns out, the other children from the family that abandoned him as a baby are all somewhat evil, and are part of a gang type of thing, and they want him to join them.

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Anthony walked quickly along the sidewalk, trying to get home before the sun finished setting. He knew he wasn’t going to make it within that time, even as he kept a steady pace, but he might as well try.

About thirty minutes passed, and the sun was down, and he was walking down an empty road, lined on either side by trees. His vision was already mostly adjusted to the dark, the only thing preventing it from fully adjusting being the ambient light from street lights. He looked up, to see where exactly he was, and froze when he saw a shaded figure standing completely still, just outside of the fourth light down from him. It looked to be a shorter man wearing a bowler hat, from what he could tell, but he wasn’t too sure. He debated going to the other side of the road, but he decided not to, since that would just be ru-

Out of nowhere, a cloth covered his mouth, and another held him back, as he tried to fight off whoever it was. He realized the figure was gone, as his brain was beginning to shut down. He stopped fighting at some point, and felt himself being lowered to the ground, just before he passed out.

...

“Oh, good, he’s coming to.” A voice rang through the quiet, as his vision slowly cleared, and his senses returned. To his horror, realized he was tied up, and they- whoever he was with- were in a van of some kind. It started moving just as he figured it out, almost making him fall backwards.

He looked at the person who must have spoken, and was slightly taken aback when he saw it was a guy that looked a lot like him, in a crop top, 4-inch heels, and... booty shorts?

He blinked for a moment, very confused, for several reasons.

“What, too taken aback by my sheer fabulousness, sweetheart?” The man smirked, his voice light and playful, but with a slight little lilt to it that he couldn’t quite place, despite it giving him chills.

“... N...No..?”

“Aw, don’t be shy, pumpkin. We’re not here to hurt you! We just want our brother to join us in the family business!”

“W-Wait, what?! Brother?! I-I’m an only child!” He would’ve scrambled back, but his arms were tied to his side and his legs were tied together.

The smile he gave Anti radiated malice and amusement, “Oh, honeybun, don’t be so silly. You’re adopted, you know that.”

“... S-So what? ... St-...Still counts..”

“No, sugarplum, it doesn’t. You were born into our family, along with your twin, but mother had to give you up, because she couldn’t handle two babies at once, not again, at least.”

“... why couldn’t you just ask me to come..?”

His “brother” perked up, “Because, darlin’, this was more fun!”

“Jack wouldn’t let us come peacefully. Said you’d just leave us behind.” Someone in the front cabin spoke, and he looked past the cloaked man to see the man with the bowler hat, and a man in a ball cap, who was driving.

“Who are you all, anyways..?”

“I’m Chase. The suited dude next to me is Jameson, and that flirty jackass is Marvin.”

“I love you too, twig.” Marvin purred sarcastically, looking into the driver’s cabin with a grin on his face. Chase tsked.

“Eat a dick, beanpole.” He retorted, not taking his eyes off the road, even for a second.

“...” Either these guys had issues, or they were quite an odd set of brothers.

The rest of the car ride was spent mostly with his three kidnappers exchanging witty, sassy banter, and the occasional silence, too. He couldn’t see out the windows from where he was, and there was very little light inside the van, so if there was anything close enough to grab that he could use to escape or something, he didn’t know about it.

After what seemed like forever, the van stopped, and the two up front got out, as Marvin cut the rope tying his feet together, presumably so he could walk with them. The door opened, and before he could react, he was yanked up roughly, and found himself being practically dragged behind Marvin. They were inside a facility of some kind, now, and he could see every door in the sort of underground parking garage area they were in was being guarded on either side by a henchman.

Marvin let go as they entered one of the doors on the far side of the large, empty concrete room, and, to Anti’s surprise, the rest of the place actually looked fairly modern and high-tech. The ceiling lights were a bright, nearly perfect white as they lit the rooms up in an almost blinding way. It was almost unbelievable that they could afford this.

They arrived at a door, and stopped for a moment, before Marvin knocked on it, and spoke, his voice melodious and flowing beautifully, in a sort of unnerving way. “Oh, cutie pie~! Open the door; we have a gift for you~!”

“... You know I never lock my doors when I’m expecting you, doll~” A voice hesitated from the other side. Marvin laughed, and opened the door, waltzing in like he owned the place, and sat down in a chair on the left side of the room. The room in question was an office, and, in the middle of the far wall, was a desk, where the presumable owner of the voice sat, facing away from them. The man turned around slowly, giving them a cold, dead look for a moment.

“Ah, I see, you’ve found our lost brother, Marvin. Very good.” He smiled at him, though, Anthony didn’t like the weird vibe all of this was giving him.

“Indeed, we have~! He wasn’t even that hard to convince!”

“Well, considering that-“ He was cut off when Marvin shot him a cocky glare, still grinning a bit.

“Good, good. I didn’t think he’d be strong enough to fight even little Jameson off. I’m glad my assumptions proved right.”

He decided it was best to stay quiet. “...”

“... So, brother dear, are we to continue the plan as usual..?” Marvin’s flirty tone dropped, becoming much lower and huskier than before, as if he was somewhat trying to hide what he was saying.

“Ah, good point. Yes, I suppose we should... Marvin, would you do the honors, and deliver him to the Doctor for his checkup?”

“With pleasure, teddy bear~!” Marvin exclaimed, jumping up. Anti didn’t even get a chance to question or fight it before he was being forcefully dragged out by his arm, unable to fight back due to the restraints.

He walked along with Marvin, heart racing in both terror and confusion, as the corridors seemed to get darker and darker, until finally, they reached the end of the hall, which held a singular door, with a neon sign above it that read “LAB1”.

“Henny, darling, guess who we found~!” Marvin purred, and a few footsteps were heard, followed by the door opening. In the doorway stood a near perfect replica of himself, wearing glasses, and staring up at the magician with wide eyes. His gaze flicked to Anthony, and immediately, he nearly fell back, dropping his clipboard. Good, he wasn’t crazy, this guy recognized him, too.

Marvin went inside, after untying him, and Anthony followed reluctantly, stopping to help this “Henny” guy, by picking the clipboard up for him.

“Here, you dropped this.” He smiled. The slightly taller male nodded, a glum look on his face.

“... Th... Thank you, brother...” Oh, he was one of them?

“Come on, pumpkin! Dilly-dally any longer, and I may just have to not be so nice~!” Marvin called from where he was, and Anti sighed, walking over to him. He almost froze when he saw that the magician was leaning up against a chair, which had wrist and ankle cuffs attached to the armrests and front legs. Oh, god...

“W-What are you planning to do?”

“Oh, nothing much... This is just a little, uh, orientation kind of thing... Come on, sit down, it’ll make this a whole lot easier~.”

“... Uh, n-no...thank..you..?” He said warily, and soon realized that that had been a terrible choice of words. Marvin’s smile suddenly looked almost forced, and his eyes darkened to a certain kind of tone that he couldn’t really make out.

“Tch, suit yourself...” Marvin snapped his fingers, and the next thing Anti knew, he was unable to move on his own anymore, and Marvin was bringing him to the chair, slung over his shoulder. He found himself strapped in, and his movements restored, as he started thrashing around, trying to get free.

“L...Let me go! Y-Y-You-! Wh-What are you even trying to do to me?!” He cried out, as he fought against the new restraints. Marvin simply smirked, and raised a hand.

“Henrik, darling... Prepare the you-know-what, alright, gorgeous? I’m gonna leave the rest of this up to you, since, well... You should know what happens to traitors in this little gang of ours, by now.” Henrik nodded, and went over to his desk, putting on gloves and doing other such procedures for whatever they were about to do to him.

Marvin left a few moments later, leaving Anti alone with his probable twin. He had a chance to reason with the doctor, now!

“H-...Hen, Henrik, bro, please... Y-You don’t... Y-You don’t have to do this to me, a-alright? P-Please... Just... let me go...”

Henrik stayed silent, his composure falling, as his pain began to show visually. Good! Great! Awesome; Henrik didn’t want to do this!

“Please... I-I-I can just... pretend that you did whatever you’re gonna do, right..? Y-You... W-W-We can pull this off...” Henrik raised a syringe with some kind of glowing, green liquid in it towards the light, his glasses reflecting enough of it to make his eyes impossible to see. “(oh god...) He-Henrik, please! Y-You don’t have to...! Y-You can-! Please! D-Don’t do this, for the love of god! He-Hen, stop-!” He pleaded and begged desperately for the doctor to listen as he slowly approached, needle in hand and ready to be used. It didn’t work, and his cries of desperation were cut off when Henrik injected him with whatever it was, via a vein or artery in his shoulder. His heart was racing, and for a moment, he thought nothing was going to happen.

Then, a tingling, staticy feeling erupted from his shoulder, swiftly enveloping every single nerve in his body, as he started screaming in pain and terror. The static started taking over his brain, too, and he could feel his body twitching madly, as his hearing was taken over by a combination of what sounded like tv static, and a loud, ear-splitting ringing noise.

All of his senses were quickly overpowered, and he couldn’t even tell if he was still screaming anymore. He didn’t care though, because he was sure he was screaming “Let me go”, “Get it out”, and “Why are you doing this?!” over and over again. Tears began spilling from his eyes, and he couldn’t tell if they were actual tears, or if he was bleeding. His nose and mouth both had blood falling out as well, and he could swear his body was glitching violently.

Eventually, it became too much for him to handle, and, he passed out, all of his senses dying out with him.

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He woke up slowly, his vision slowly returning to him, as the back of his mind played a very low-pitch version of the ringing he’d heard however long ago he’d passed out. He looked around, sensing someone laying with their head and arms gently rested on him. It... was that Henrik..?

... Oh, god, wait... What the hell?! Why was he... Why did he look like that?! Why was there a green tint to his body, and why did it look as though he were in a shitty old arcade game, but with realistic graphics?! He started hyperventilating, severely confused by whatever could have been wrong with him. It was at that point that Henrik awoke, and looked to him. The poor doctor looked so exhausted, now that he got a better look at him. It was almost like he’d been getting almost no sleep for the past week..!

“A-Anthony...? You... are awake?” His face was full of grief, regret, and a little bit of relief.

“Y-Y-Yeah... wh... why... did you do that..? Wh-what did you do..?”

“... Our brother gave me instructions to give you a serum he’d been working on in secret for the past few weeks... said to drop whatever plans Jackie made for you... because you wouldn’t need them... I-I... didn’t ask any questions... He’s... terrifying when he gets mad...”

“So... Marv did this?”

“I-In a way, I suppose......” Henrik paused, and his face filled with despair and distress, “O-Oh, god... A-A-Anthony, I-I’m so sorry..! I-I-I didn’t realize it would..! I-I didn’t know he wanted to..! Please, I-I’m so sorry! I... Please don’t hate me, brother..!”

He quickly hugged his double, feeling his heart sinking quickly, too, as he spoke. “Hey, hey! C-Calm down..! I-It’s alright, bro... I-I-I don’t hate you... I-I know you didn’t want to hurt me... I... I could see it in the way you were acting... It’s... okay... It’s okay...”

“...” Henrik sobbed into his chest, trembling violently. Anti hadn’t known him for more than a few hours, probably, but he already felt like he’d known him his entire life; as though something had been begging them to meet one another since the day he was born.

“It’s okay...”

~~

Anthony awoke to Henrik gently shaking him, and rubbed his eyes, “... Hen? What... time is it..?”

“Late. The others are asleep, don’t worry.”

“Wh..? Why? What are we..?”

“I’m getting you out of here. I can’t stand to see you so miserable and on edge on the time. It’s... too much like me. I don’t want you falling into the same traps as I.”

“... Hhh...? ... Okay..?” He was too tired and confused to ask anything else, as Henrik helped him up and ushered him into the Lab, and then, further to the halls. From there, they went around a few corners, up several flights of stairs, and down a few corridors, until they finally reached a room a long ways’ away from the bedrooms.

Henrik gestured for him to go in first, so, he did as told, and the doctor shut the door behind himself after following. A single window sat in the middle of the far wall, and Henrik swiftly, but silently, darted to it, opening it. He turned, and tilted his head to the open window. “Use this to escape. Please, it is the best way.”

He didn’t object, and, after he crawled out of it, and onto the neighboring ledge. When Henrik didn’t followed, he looked back in, “Bro..? You coming..?”

“N-No... I-I can’t. Little Cherubie, he... has a tracking spell on me, as he does the rest of us. If I left, he would know, and you would be in grave danger. I cannot risk that.”

“... Oh... Will... we ever see each other again, then..?”

“... I hope not, for your sake... Our eldest brothers do not like it when people disobey them... It gets... very brutal, when that happens.”

“... Farewell, then, Hen...” He said, his heart sinking dejectedly. He turned, and carefully walked down the ledge, until the sloped ground was near enough for him to jump it without harming himself, as Henrik shut the window, and presumably returned to the lab.

He leapt down, and started running. He had no idea how to get from here to his friend’s apartment, which was where he had decided to stay, just to avoid his brothers for a bit, but, hopefully he’d come across a taxi or something.

...

....

Knock knock knock.

“Hang on, I’m coming!” The familiar, muffled voice of Derek called out. A few moments passed, and the door opened, revealing the fluffy goofball, in his messiest appearance yet, “Oh! Holy shit, Anti! Oh my god, we- Are you okay?! Y-You went missing for like, a week!”

“... A week?! I-I was out for six days?!”

“Wh... What?”

“Nevermind! Just, let me inside, Dark! I-I need to stay here for a while.”

“... Oh, jeez, okay, must be really bad...”

The slightly smaller male let him in, and, honestly, he was shocked that Dark hadn’t commented on his new look.

“By the stars! Derek, dear brother, is that Anthony?!” The other familiar voice that lived here piped up. He turned his head to see none other than self-proclaimed “Colonel” William lazing about on the couch!

“Yep, it’s me, Wil. I’ve, uh... got quite a story to tell, though...”

“Ah! Well then, I suppose we ought to call into the police station and tell them you’re back!”

“Yeah... we probably should..” Dark shut the door.

The two went and joined William in the living area, as Celine and Damien, the two’s twin baby siblings, poked their heads out of their room.

“Andy!” They cheered in unison, running over and glomping the poor guy. William laughed affectionately, ruffling the twins’ hair, as they settled in on the couch... Er, rather, on Anti.

“So, my dear friend... You said you have a story to tell?”

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Oh, shit, i hit the 100 text blocks limit again... Oops! Sorry, guys. I ended up having to take some risks with the writing to fit everything in, so sorry if a few of the paragraphs seem like they should be split in two or three somewhere. Also, if you weren’t able to figure it out on the nickname he used for Marvin, the guy in the office was Jackie! :3 no he doesn’t know that Marvin changed what Henrik was supposed to do.