It’s come to our attention that some of you wish for a little bit of romance between two people in this house. Perhaps you wish for this a little too much.
So here! Have a look into a possible future! If you all want him to love so badly watch closely at what it will end up doing to him. But it isn’t him you should be worried for. It’s him you should worry about.
For someone who is incapable of love to do so, is dangerous. What do you think happens to people who have no idea what the emotion is, to suddenly be so overcome by it? Especially when they are an alternate such as him?
So ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls…
Gather round, gather round!
Sit back relax and please, stay in your seats.
Kick your feet up and grab some popcorn.
Ohoho, lest we not forget!
Anti walked into the house and immediately knew something was wrong. He shouldn’t have left the house for as long as he did. He thought it was a situation that could be kept under control, but apparently not. He walked farther into the house. A certain smell met him when he got closer to the stairs.
He sighed and followed the smell to the upstairs bathroom. The door wasn’t closed so he clearly saw wine coloured hair at the window and puffing out a grey puff of smoke. He watched as she put the lighter down and coughed a bit. She saw him after a while.
“Anti!” the girl smiled. The girl got up and went to hug Anti. The action was strange, she wasn’t of a hugger. She didn’t even allow people to touch her all that much. Clearly, she had been drinking on top of smoking whatever it was. Anti glitched a bit at the contact too. He also wasn’t much of a hugger… obviously.
“How messed up are you?” he asked. The girl just looked up and smiled. Her left hand went up to touch Anti’s poofed up hair. Apparently a lot. If Dark saw her now, he’d never hear the end of that annoying brat’s complaining over how it was his responsibility blah, blah, blah…
Anti had led her away from the bathroom.
But currently he was leading people into a hospital basement. Specifically, near the morgue. He was aware of the irony in that. Leading people to target was the easy part. Almost too easy. It was as if humans didn’t learn from horror movies and curiosity took over them to make stupid decisions.
These three had made the stupid decision to follow Anti just by him flashing the knife in their face. Despite the fact the hospital was full of people, they still felt afraid and compelled to do what he said, as if following the obvious bad guy would save their life. He didn’t even have to voice a threat, the knife was enough for them. These three were definitely cowards. Anti would admit that right now he didn’t mind breaking away from his standards his victims usually had to have, but he was definitely okay with killing weaklings.
One by one, Anti whistled down the halls and down stairs towards the spot where he would have his fun. One by one Anti led them into the large room filled with black pipes that lined the walls and ceiling. One by one they huddled themselves to the wall farthest from Anti, clutching onto the pipes. It amused him, how people thought that holding things would make them safe, how staying as far as possible from him would make them invisible to Anti. It was also amusing how they huddled into a group like penguins trying to keep warm. There was no strength in numbers, not with Anti.
One by one, Anti giggled and the voices sang a song as he closed the door, one step closer to the main event.
It had been a difficult week for the girl for multiple reasons. This was the calmest she had been in a while, even it was caused just by a couple glasses of alcohol and some pot. Either way, it was a start.
Dark was gone, Anti remembered. Dark was gone and made Anti promise to watch the girl so she wouldn’t do anything stupid. But he failed in that area. So when Anti smelled the stench of weed, he knew he had to stop her. He had gone to get her from the bathroom and led her to the couch, where they had been for almost an hour flipping through channels. The girl couldn’t really pay attention to it.
“You shouldn’t smoke and drink,” Anti said. “Look at you.” He eyed the girl who almost looked happy. She was smiling faintly and had sat extremely close to Anti. He wasn’t glitching at the moment so it worked for her.
“I’m cold,” she said simply and almost slowly. “Took me a while to say that.” Anti almost wanted to laugh. She was a different person right now. Really calm and didn’t talk much. It was interesting to Anti, who was used to the snappy comebacks and yelling back and forth. Although, it wasn’t a change that he liked all that much.
He put an arm around the girl and she moved so close that she was all but sitting on Anti’s lap. It was a strange thing for him, to be this close to a person. To be this… was intimate the right word? with another person. Was this how people did it? Was this how Dark did it to get people to need him?
Needless to say, Anti was confused. He remembered wanting to rub the girl’s arm to make her a bit warm. Instead he just kept still. Watching a stupid game show. Jeopardy! he thought it was. The question was why would Anti feel the need to rub her arm to keep her warm?
Answer: he didn’t know. And not knowing himself was making him a tad bit frustrated.
He watched with little to no attention to anything, until the girl in a sleepy state, started singing.
The room wasn’t all that dark inside, there were a couple of lights hanging from the ceiling. This room was clearly only used to check the water pressures going to different levels of the hospital. No one would be here for a couple of hours. That was the perfect amount of time that he needed for this play time. The shadows from the pipes made the room look much darker than it actually was. The one woman that Anti had brought could be heard whimpering and crying. One of the men was trying to console her, tell her that everything would be alright. Anti laughed when he heard that as he paced, surveying them all.
“How precious!” he cackled. “You think you can make it out… alive… that’s way too optimistic. Even for you.” The humans said nothing to him. They stayed silent except for the crying and shallow breathing that came from the buckets of fear each of them were letting out.
Anti loved having their complete attention. They focused on his every move, followed his every glitch, even tried recoiling when he took a step forward. Anti laughed, his neck craning at odd angles, the voices singing still – slowly, childlike, sweetly.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you, so please don’t take my sunshine away.” Anti froze even more when he heard it. It baffled him. Confusion grew and grew in his chest. And what made him so confused baffled him even more. Anti held his breath when the girl wrapped her arm around him. He could tell her eyes were shut. She was falling asleep.
And still singing the song.
“The other night, dear as I lay sleeping. I dreamed I held you in my arms. But when I woke, dear, I was mistaken, so I hung my head and cried.”
Slowly with each passing second, she fell into a deeper sleep. The turned to humming and the humming got softer and breathier until there was nothing but silence and steady breaths.
She had been having a difficult week.
Anti was trying his best not glitch to the point the girl would wake up. But he was having issues keeping it together. He felt weak. And he was anything but weak. He’d rather be stupid and unlucky than be weak. He’d rather cease to exist than be weak.
But the girl hugging him and sleeping peacefully with her legs across his lap made him crane his neck. His arm, the one not wrapped around the girl, glitched violently. His knife, he itched for his knife. That could fix everything. Just one clean cut right along that neck… wouldn’t even feel a thing. Wouldn’t know what hit her.
Blood. It covered Anti’s hands and shirt. It covered the floor. The stench of fear and pain clouded his mind. He had something to prove and the latest victim was helping him prove it.
One of the few lights hanging from the ceiling shined on Anti and his victim who was traumatized beyond belief. After all, she had just seen two people brutally tortured and killed in the most gruesome way that she wouldn’t even have been able to imagine. One was cut with a red hot knife, stapled hundreds of times with a staple gun and then having the staples pulled out – sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly.
The second was overweight. So Anti took the red hot knife once again, and carved the fatty flesh right off. The jaw was drilled into, tongue cut out, the blood had pooled in the mouth, choking them to death. Anti knew that wouldn’t be enough. So he had brought himself a third victim. Who oddly had a similar figure and face structure as someone he was trying so hard to forget.
“You look like her,” Anti said putting a bloody hand on the third’s face. “Except…” Anti turned the head to face him, forcing them to look at him. “The eyes. Yours are plain, old, brown.” An image of her confusing green or brown eyes flooded his mind. He couldn’t see them when she closed her eyes, singing…
Anti glitched violently the voices screaming in agony. He grit his teeth and dug his thumbs into the eye sockets, pulling out the useless things. The scream was enough to drive him mad. Anti squeezed the eyes till they burst and then tossed them aside. His eyes were black and processed everything in flashes.
“And you’re hair isn’t curly.” Anti took a look at the flat straight hair of the toy he had on the table. He took a handful of hair and yanked it off the head, bits of scalp left with it. The scream still had not ceased. But they wouldn’t shut up.
Anti went to grab a knife. The walk there seen in bits as his black eyes clouded him from being able to see as cinematically as normally. When he was back at the table he saw he had grabbed a jagged knife. He looked at the right leg.
He was grateful for the screaming. It muddled his memory of the girl’s voice singing. But when they had to come up for breathe, he heard her plain as day. He pushed the knife into the leg and sawed off until he got to a major nerve. Every touch to the nerve made the screams louder, the sobs more painful, the “no’s” more horrified than pleading. The song rang louder. He cut the nerve.
Carve words into the skin.
Cut into the back of the neck.
Anti’s eyes flashed back to normal, he took deep breaths, almost gasping for air, almost exhausted. His hands aimed behind him at his sides. He looked up at the light hanging from the ceiling.
No, he wasn’t weak. He… was not… weak.
He walked away from the room leaving the three bodies alone, draining, rotting. He wouldn’t be back for them. Instead he’d leave them for the humans to find. Leave them to decipher the words carved into skin. Words Anti never read because of his black eyes and the lack of vision that came with it.
Anti was the strongest one of all.
Please don’t take my sunshine away
Anti screamed in frustration, slamming fists into the metal door. He had to forget the song. Had to forget her. Why couldn’t he forget?
I hope you're all happy at what you’ve done.
You’ve broken the balance.
I hope you all realize that no, this didn’t happen.
I’m just giving you a taste at what it would be.
I hope you realize what that would do to him. To love.
This doesn’t even touch on what it would do to her, but after all, he is the one you all romanticize. The one you all wish to make the reformed bad boy cliché come to life.
We can’t tell the future, no.
But we know that this is only the surface of what would happen.
This doesn’t even explain why the rest of us can’t love.
Yeah, you all want us to be these broken demons who have lost loves and vow to never love again. Ha!
You couldn’t be any more wrong.
It is very much your fault.
