Anti sat in a chair at the dining room table. Chase was finishing up their breakfast and everyone was just awkwardly standing around waiting for something to happen.

Except for Jackie. Jackie was pouting upstairs in his room staying away from Anti like Chase told him to.

Evidently the silence was agonizing so Henrik finally sat next to Anti, "Let me see your burns. Might be time after breakfast to change the bandages"

Anti gave him his arms without a fight, letting the doc do as he pleased. Jameson watched with a small smile, 'Always have to be working'

Henrik waved him off, seeing his hand moments from the corner of his eyes. Anti couldn't tell what he signed but he knew it was something playful judging by the response.

"When will police or whatever find out what caused the fire you think?" Chase took out some plates and served up some pancakes for them.

Anti was curious but even more so about the food in front of him and he licked his lips. But Henrik was still messing with his arms, slowly putting the bandages back on.

"I do not know" was the doctor's response, "That's Jackie's area of expertise. Might take a few days though. Maybe a little over a week?" he shrugged.

Anti bit his lip, "Wonder if I hurt someone . . . . "

Chase placed the syrup in front of him, "Probably. But don't worry about it right now."

Henrik finished putting the gauze back on but Anti still waited, "How can't I? You all have told me I've tried to kill you all and hurt you. . . . that's bad enough and then this happens. Who wanted me dead so bad they tried to set me on fire?"

"You probably won't like the answer" Marvin snorted to himself.

"Not helping, Marv" Chase chastised him and turned back to Anti, "Eat up. Doubt you've been eating anything good anyway. You need it. Fooking skin and bones"

Anti wrinkled his nose at the remark but started to eat anyways. He grew full fast but Henrik and Chase kept pestering him to eat more.

When finished, Chase took his plate and Henrik asked for him to follow him. Trotting close behind the doctor, he followed him to a room across the hall from the living room that appeared to look like a mini doctor's office with all sorts of tools and supplies necessary.

"Sometimes I like to take my work home with me" Henrik justified, seeing Anti's strange look, "Come here. I'll put more cream on your vounds and put new bandages on."

"Why couldn't you have just done it before breakfast?"

"Food was more important for you at that moment"

"Do they hate me, too, you think? Like Jackie does?"

Henrik hummed and thought carefully, chuckling lightly to try and play it off, "Don't be silly. Chase made you pancakes, yes?"

"He already was."

"They do not hate you, Anti. Stop worrying"

"Don't lie. Do you hate me?"

Henrik grunted nervously, "You have to understand zhat this is very hard for everyone involved. It's not so easy at the moment going through zhis and not just for you"

"Hm" Anti sighed, "I'll take that as a yes"

The doctor blinked but couldn't really find anything to say to that. Anti was his patient right now, yes. . . . but he was also the enemy.. . . That didn't even remember what he did to them.

"Let's check your head, shall we? Chase was pretty rough with zhe gun"

Chase rolled up a pancake and munched on it like a burrito, syrup threatening to spill out the side, "This whole thing is so fooking messed up. You guys agree, right? I'm not the only one?"

Marvin nodded, "Uh. . .yeah man. But we can't just chuck him out in the streets"

"What if he tries to kill us the moment he remembers?"

'Then we'll stop him' Jameson signed.

"Yeah like it was so fucking easy the first ten times"

"You're the one who told off Jackie for being an asshole." Marvin reminded him, "I thought you were on Henrik's side?"

"Well he's hurt right now! I can't just be mean outright to the bastard!" Chase waved his hands up dramatically, "And you heard what he said after Jackie left. My god! Fooking crushing!"

Chase leaned up against the counter, staring up at the ceiling, "Ugh, what are we gonna do?" he suddenly realized something, "Where's he gonna sleep?"

"Well we do have that store room upstairs. It has a bed in it, still, right? Better than the basement where Jackie was most likely planning"

"Oh yeah. I guess that could work.. . . . . . he's gonna need some blankets in there and a good pillow for his head" Chase finished his pancake burrito and ran up the stairs.

"Geez" Marvin chuckled, "Chase's mood swings are really hitting him, I see. One moment Anti's a killer, the next he's a poor orphan boy picked off from the streets"

'It sure seems he's having a rough time of it' Jameson pat his face lightly with a napkin, finishing his breakfast as well, 'Are you going to talk to a pouting Jackie or should I?'

Marvin groaned, "He's always such a prick when he's like this. But yeah, I'll do it. You try talking to Chase and get him to calm down, yeah?"

The two went their separate ways to talk to their stubborn brothers.

Jackie was up in his room, replaying Anti's whispered words in his head. Damn, it was eating him up. It shouldn't but it was.

He never wanted to hurt or scare anyone. It was always Anti that did that.

But now. . . . he didn't know what to think anymore.

'Maybe I should apologize to him' the thought crossed his mind several times.

A memory crossed his mind, though.

"What's the matter little hero?! All your friends incapacitated!?" the man giggled furiously, glitching like a computer virus, "Won't be long and they'll all be DEAD"

A beaten and bruised Jackie barely stood, still ready to fight. He just had to last as long as it took for Henrik and Sean to heal the others.

As long as it took.

"We'll see who the dead one will be after this" Jackie had snapped back, "I won't ever rest until you're taken out"

"Come at me then, hero" Anti taunted, "Give me your best"

Jackie growled, clenching his fist and punched the bed he was laying on, 'Fooking bastard. Who the hell did he piss off. The list is probably long but. . . . perhaps I should visit the apartment'

He tried talking himself out of it at first but it was so tempting, 'I know I'm not a detective but. . . what if it was one of the Iplier egos? I could surely figure it out then! There are plenty of them that hate Anti, too!'

There was a sudden knock at his door and Jackie shot up, "Uh, come in!"

"Hey man, it's just me" Marvin popped his head in, "You know you're not actually quarantined in here, right? Chase isn't our father"

Jackie snorted at him, "Sure acts like it. I know. It's just that I know he's right. I just needed some time to cool off is all."

"You heard what he said?" Marvin was always a good guesser.

"Yeah. . . . I didn't think I'd ever see the day when Anti was scared of ME. It's been a weird couple days, man"

"I hear ya. So Chase is fixing up the storage room for Anti to sleep in. You got a pillow or blanket he can borrow? Or are you gonna be a stingy asshole?"

"Fuck off. You guys aren't actually going to let me stay in a room by himself, are you?"

"Jackie-" Marvin warned.

"Damn it all." he scoffed, "I'll let him fooking stay here but not alone! At least cuff him before bed or something!"

Marvin rolled his eyes, "That's for you and Doc to discuss. And Chase. Have fun with that. I'm gonna practice some card tricks. You wanna help me?"

Jackie really didn't WANT to but it was in his nature to help so he sighed and rolled off the bed, "Alright, alright. Just don't give me a paper-cut this time."

Anti was pretty silent the rest of the day, doing as Henrik asked politely either it be waiting in a room relaxing or eating meals. He'd be fine with it if the others would stop giving him 'looks' here and there.

Chase was cleaning a room up for him to keep himself busy and Anti tried asking if he could help only to receive a gruff 'no'. The tone of voice Chase had used hurt but Anti followed Henrik out anyway.

Jameson was an odd one but would either be helping Chase or standing around Anti politely.

Anti was in the living room in a couch watching TV when Marvin and Jackie finally came back downstairs. Jackie couldn't help himself from glaring at him but didn't speak, going straight for the kitchen while Marvin chose to stay in the living room with him and Henrik. The doctor was reading a book, just keeping an eye on matters. Really, there wasn't anything else to do. Anti just had to relax and sit tight, sleep and eat and eventually he'll be better.

"What we watching?" Marvin sat in a chair next to Anti but he didn't respond, curling up his legs to his chest protectively.

He was VERY clear he didn't trust anyone there except for Henrik. . . .maybe Jameson.

But Marvin was the most patient one of all of them besides Jameson, "Another doctor drama? My lord, Hen, don't you get tired of those?"

"Feel free to change the channel. With zhe remote this time!" he had to clarify. Marvin grumbled.

"I set the TV on fire one time"

"And zhat is why"

Anti was curious but didn't say anything as Marvin used the remote to change the channel. It was a game show.

"Might do you some good anyways to use your head. Wheel of Fortune. What you think the answer is?"

Anti ignored the question, preferring to stay silent.

Marvin was okay with it, though.

Soon, Chase came down, a little sweat on his brow, "There. Got it done." he grabbed himself some water from the kitchen, ignoring Jackie's presence and came back in the living room with everyone else to flop on the couch.

"Wheel of Fortune? You serious, grandma? What the fuck, dude?"

Marvin tilted his head to Anti, "Thought it'd be good for him to watch"

"Nah maybe Sesame Street or something." he joked, "I don't know. What you want to watch, brat?"

Anti just stayed silent, hugging himself. If they all hated him so much then fine. He just wouldn't talk. Yes, he was being dramatic but he didn't care. He didn't feel good. He just wanted to be left alone. But they didn't trust him enough to do that.

"HEY!" Anti flinched, seeing Jackie walk in, "He asked you a question. Don't ignore us"

"I. . . . .I uhm . . ." there was just something about Jackie that scared him. The way he presented himself was just too much, "I don't know"

"Give him a break, Jackie. What did I say earlier?" Chase scolded him again, "You eat lunch?"

"Tch" Jackie huffed at Chase's parental voice, "Marvin said you were cleaning up a space for him upstairs in that store room. Who's staying in there with him?"

"Vhat the hell are you on about, Jackie?" Henrik finally put down his book and glared at him, taking off his glasses.

"You heard me" Jackie looked down on Anti in the chair curled up like a child, "I agreed to him staying here but he's not walking around unguarded. Sure as hell not going to be left alone at night. I at least want to cuff him"

"To the bed?" Marvin asked, "Dude . . . . a little weird, don't you think?"

"FUCK OFF, Marvin! This is fucking serious!" Anti flinched again at Jackie's yelling and the hero caught it.

"And STOP YOUR DAMN FLINCHING! YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ME, YA FUCKING BITCH!!" He shoved the chair a little and Anti's anxiety went through the roof.

Anti shouted and shut closed his eyes but felt suddenly weird. He peeked open his eyes to see that he was standing on the other side of the room. Anti shivered. What the hell?

"Wh-what?" he started to shake again and the others just stared somewhat as if they just all had a collective PTSD moment.

Anti stared at his hands, watching as they 'glitched' somewhat, his body sparking and stuttering harshly, "What is th-this? What . . .."

Jackie was the first to recover, "Fucking see!?" he snapped at the others, "Great. Now handcuffs won't even work!"

"Will you shut zhe fook up!? Anti just calm down-" Henrik stumbled up from his chair and carefully tried coming over to Anti.

But the way he looked at him . . . . It freaked Anti out even more, "What am I?! What's happening!?"

Henrik tried to calm him down but Anti SAW the fear in his eyes. He was so afraid of him. Anti couldn't control it and glitched again, this time in the kitchen. He stumbled on the floor, holding onto the counter and whined frustratedly, scared of what was happening.

"Anti!" Marvin ran in but Anti glitched again, landing behind a chair in the living room. He curled in on himself and held his hands over his head, shuddering in his panic.

"He's over there" Chase must have heard him, "Don't do that!" he scolded someone who was just going to move the chair out of the way, "You're fooking scaring him worse, dammit"

Anti cried, "Leave me alone!" he started to hiccup and rock himself, "Leave me alone. I just want to be alone." he nearly sobbed quietly to himself.

Jackie felt that pain again in his heart and sighed. He knew it was his fault and he wanted to take full responsibility for it, "Anti, come out of there"

But he just kept mumbling to himself and crying, "No. You all hate me. I just want to be alone"

"We should leave him be" Chase suggested. The others stared at him strangely but he explained.

"He wants to be alone right now. We're not helping. He's throwing a fit like a child and rightly so. Just do as he asks and when he's ready, he'll come out on his own. You hear that, Anti? We're gonna leave the room . . . . . and when you're ready, we can all just have a talk, okay? A real talk, this time."

Anti was silent besides his soft crying but Chase walked away, "Come on guys. Trust me."

Henrik was very reluctant but sighed, following Chase. Being a father as well, he knew he was right. This was the right call to make. Marvin and Jameson looked unsure but followed, too.

Jackie was struggling with what to do but groaned, giving in, "Look, I'm sorry, okay, Anti? I didn't mean to scare you. I'm just frustrated about this whole thing. It won't happen again. I promise. We'll be in the other room. Sorry" he didn't sound too sorry but he was trying his best.

Anti barely heard his words but he still heard them. He wanted to forgive him and really he forgave all of them but that wasn't the problem. HE was the problem. He didn't know right now who or what he was. Evidently he had always been along and made a lot of enemies. Why should he have the right to feel so scared and hurt when he's done worse to others?

He just felt terrible. Why was he like this?

A part of him wanted to remember. But then again. . . . did he really want to?