Anti stared down at Vince and slowly smirked his signature insane grin, ripping the knife from his shoulder along with taking off the handkerchief to reveal his sickly wound.

"What the hell!? Wh-what the fuck are you!?" Vince shouted at him, trying desperately to pull away his hand from Anti's hard grip.

Vince's goons didn't know what to do, they were too stunned to do anything.

Chase, Henrik and Jameson snuck down the basement stairs the rest of the way, seemingly just glad they looked like they had the upper hand now. Marvin slowly stood out of the chair and took a few steps back as to not be caught in the upcoming crossfire.

Anti's body was still snapping with electricity, rage emitting from him like a hurricane ready to take down the entire building. And even if he was smiling . . . . that didn't mean he was happy.

"LET ME GO! YOU FUCKING FREAK! LET ME GO! BRUCE! DEVON! GAVIN, RICK! FUCKING ANYONE! SHOOT THE FUCKER!"

Broken out of their trance, some of the men opened fire on Anti.

But it didn't seem to do anything, the bullets ricocheting off from his lightning, vaporizing them.

All the while, Anti stared into Vince's eyes, the threat of death all too promising, a dark bruise already forming on the wrist he was ready to break.

"Wh . . . . what are you?"

Anti grinned even wider if possible, "To you, Vince . . . . .. I̷ ̷a̸m̴ ̵d̸e̷a̶t̷h̶"̷

But instead of killing him straight away, Anti glanced over to the Septics, still fully aware of their presence.

They were a tad confused as to why he didn't attack them all right off the bat but it soon became clear.

Anti eyed Jackie, still being held by two of the brutes. There was something in his eyes. Questioning. Was he asking something?

Jackie understood then.

He nodded, "Do it"

Anti nodded back and broke Vince's wrist suddenly, kneeing him in the stomach to take him down.

"AAAAAAHHHh!" the gang leader fell to the ground, cradling his hand in the fetal position.

TRIGGER WARNING: HEAVY GORE AHEAD

Suddenly, Anti glitched and teleported to Bruce and Devon who were still holding Jackie. They didn't have time to run as Anti grabbed both their heads and smashed them together. They shouted in pain and stumbled away from the hero but Anti wasn't finished with them.

He twirled around his knife and slit their throats, letting them fall to the ground and bleed out.

Gavin and Rick started to open fire on Anti but it did nothing. The glitch appeared in front of them and grabbed the heavy duty guns in their hands, ripping them away and slamming the handles into their stomachs. The two men grunted and puked and heaved on the floor but Anti just laughed at them.

"What's wrong? Got a stomach ache, boys!? L̶E̸T̷ ̵M̴E̶ ̶S̵E̷E̸!̷"̵

He quickly ran his knife across each of their stomachs, causing their entrails to fall out. They both screamed and tried to put their intestines back in but it was no use.

Phil and Jimmy stared in horror at what just happened. They were dumb but not THAT dumb. They turned to run away up the stairs but before they could, Marvin spelled them, causing them to freeze in place, unable to move.

"AaaahHAAAA! WAIT! PLEASE! WE'RE SORRY! S-SORRY!" Phil pleaded.

Anti appeared in front of them, running his knife along their shirts to clean off their friend's blood.

He glanced to Marvin and pointed at the men, "Them?"

Marvin just had to nod and Anti laughed, cutting off Phil's hand cleanly with the knife.

"AHHH!!! PLEASE! STOP! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!"

Jimmy cried but couldn't speak, too afraid, "Aaaaahhh! AHHHH! HUUUH!"

Anti gripped Phil's throat and stabbed him repeatedly in the stomach, making sure he felt every single thrust of his knife until his cries were weak.

Marvin let the spell go and immediately Jimmy went to run but Jackie caught him. The hero was still wounded but he could hold onto this bastard.

"Please! No! Please let me go! I'm sorry! I won't ever affiliate myself with gangs again! I swear it! Please! Jackie! Please!"

But Jackie didn't let him go. He knew what all of these men would have done to all of THEM.

Anti snarled, coming up to them and Vince watched on the ground in horror as the glitch shoved his knife down his throat but not hard enough to puncture his brain stem to kill him. Fucked up his throat a bit, though. The man cried helplessly, every whimper hurting him even more.

As Jackie held him from behind, Anti used one of his hands to gauge out one of the man's eyes slowly until there was blood flowing down his face. He then used his electricity to electrocute him and finally took the handle of his knife again and ripped it sideways through and out the side of his jaw and throat. Jackie let go, knowing the man was as good as dead.

Anti cleaned his knife off on his own shirt, took one look at Jackie and turned to walk towards Vince.

He wasn't finished with him.

All the while, Chase turned Jameson's head away from all of it, barely able to keep his own lunch down at Anti's gruesome killings. Henrik, however, looked on nearly unfazed. He had seen worse.

Vince shuddered and cried. He didn't understand what was happening but he knew he was in danger. Did the kid really just turn into a full grown fucking adult!? Was he crazy or did that actually happen? Who was this psycho-path?

'Am I gonna die? No! I can't! This is all just a dream! It has to be'

But suddenly Anti was hanging over him grinning, showing his teeth to the canines. His blood from his neck was dripping slowly and a little pattered onto Vince's cheek.

The pain from his broken wrist was still evident but he didn't feel it as much now, his fear taking over him.

"What the matter Vince? Is the big bad s̵n̷a̶k̶e̶ flopping on his back?"

Anti gripped his hair, nearly pulling the roots out and made the man look up at him, "You don't know who you messed with . . .. B̸O̶Y̴"̶

Vince's eyes widened as Anti's eyes glowed that sickly green and he grinned more terrifyingly than he ever could.

"N-no . . please. I-"

But Anti's wasn't in a listening mood.

Anti suddenly twirled his knife and scalped a piece of his skin off his head along with the hair.

"Ahhhh!" the bastard fell to the ground again.

Anti slammed his foot down on his hand, crushing his fingers. He kicked him onto his back and broke both his arms, making sure that the cracking of the bones were loud and clear.

He relished Vince's screams. He didn't even notice the Septics in the room anymore.

He stabbed the man repeatedly in the shoulders and legs, making nonlethal punctures into him.

"̶A̸H̸A̶H̵A̴H̵A̴H̸A̸A̸H̴!̵!̶!̷!̷"̸ He couldn't stop laughing at first as he took vengeance for himself but the best part was yet to come.

Vince whimpered and croaked weakly on the floor but Anti couldn't care less.

He spit on him and kicked his side, "Awww . . . poor little guy" he used the man's own sick words against him, "You thought you were so tough? L̴i̴t̶t̵l̷e̸ ̴m̸a̴n̶?"

But Vince had just a little fight left in him and he coughed up blood, "Fuck you! Fucking freak!"

Anti slapped him across the face, effectively shutting him up, "Oh sweetheart . . . . . you fucked with the wrong family.. . . . . . the name's Antisepticeye. I WAS gonna kill you right away but why not S̴P̵I̷C̶E̶ ̶T̸H̷I̵N̸G̶S̴ ̴U̸P̶ ̵A̸ ̸B̵I̸T̶?̷!̵"̶

EXTRA TRIGGER WARNING! CASTRATION AHEAD!

Anti suddenly ripped the man's pants and underwear off, ignoring the struggling, "T̵H̷I̵S̷ is for threatening to rape Marvin!" he took his knife and sliced off Vince's balls.

The man screamed loud. The shrill of it made the Septics actually turn away. They didn't really want to see what was coming next but they weren't about to stop Anti, either.

"And THIS . . . THIS one . . . . . s̸w̴e̷e̸t̸h̸e̶a̷r̶t̷ . . " Anti giggled as he threw his balls across the room and readied his knife at his dick, "This is for DARING to try and rape M̵E̴" he took his time with this one and made sawing motions as he cut off Vince's dick.

The screams were even louder but when Anti was finished, he threw the dick aside as well, "NOT SO FUCKING TOUGH NOW, HUH YA LITTLE BITCH!? YA FUCKING CUNT!"

END OF CASTRATION

Anti starting beating the man, hitting his chest and stomach, cracking his ribs. He stopped laughing now, though and his face was screwed with rage and hysteria.

"̴A̴A̴A̵A̶A̴A̷A̴A̵A̷A̷A̶A̸H̴A̵H̸H̴H̵A̷H̷H̵H̴H̷H̶H̵H̶!̶!̷!̸!̴!̸!̵
"̸̛̼̥̗̮̩̙̘̭̠̙̣̜͔̰͌̒̅̃ͅ

A̵̧̯͚͈͈̝̥̻͎̼̦̼̤͔͊̃͂̇̉́͂̒͂̍̐̄̽ͅA̵̡̩̳̻̖͔̤͇̻̭̹̺̩̤͎͚͍̟̺̹̟͐͐̈́̄́̒̑̋̃̾̄̅̈́̈́͘̕͜͠͝͠Ą̸̯͎̟̘̯͔̭̗̫̺̳̹̙͚̙̊̒̈̃͆͗̓̀͑͗̈́̋̈́̃͛̿͋͛̿̉͂́̚̕͝͠Ą̷̧̧̱͉̣̯̙͎̗͈̘̺̩̹͖̜͚͇̫̜͌͛̆͆̌͊͌̆̃̓̐̔̇̓̔̀̅̈́̂̋͋͘͠A̶̡̡̛͔̫͉̙̩͚̩̲̭̟̱̻̖̦̳͍̺̖͉̣̦̬̅́͑͜͝ͅA̸̧̨̨̨̹̣̹̭̫͇̪͖̜͉͔͔̜̗͍̣͕͓̅̃̂̕Ã̵̛̫̥̯̹̦̰̤̱̿̒̀͋͒̓̄͂̓͑̽̋̈́͒̅̈̿A̷̛̬̹͚̘͂̒̃̊̈́́̌͘͠A̴̛̙͎̱͇̝̟͈͖̪̬͍̠͍͙̫̰̮̥̻̓̏͆͛̃̐̏̈͜ͅÄ̶̡̗̰͎̦͍̝͔̦͙̼̞̦͔́͗̔̈̂̓̇̄̿̒̀̿̐͐̊̒̄̅̌́̈́̉̾͘͜͝͝ͅÀ̴̖̝̪̬̩͔̻̬͎̬͚̮̺̰͎̼̩̗̱̈́̅͂̔̊̆̈́̉̈́̀̐̓͊̋́͂͗̚A̵͎̖̟͉͍͚̎̂̉̈́̐͌̾̉͘H̶̢̺̦͉͇͈͔̱̮͖͈͍̪̙̦́̽̂Ą̶̢̡̮̤̫͇̹̩͕̫͎͕̩̯̗̝̙͕͍͕̀́̊́̃̀̓̋̿͐̅͐́͛̏̍̊̄̈́́̕͜͜͜͜͠ͅH̶̩̥͉͍͒͆̐̾̅̓̉̔̔͂͒̐̈̐͑̔̽̒͒̚͝H̶̛͉̺̆͂̒̊́̈͊̀̇̑̑̔̏̃̍̀̕Ḣ̶̛̫̤̰̪͈̳̗͋̋͒̈́̀̍̒̒͌̀́͋̈́̐̃͗͑̓́̽̃̈͘͠Ä̶̢̡̢̘̩͓̫͚͉̱̳̰͍͎͍͓̘̖̫̟͇̳̩̲́̇̋̓̾̆͑̉͋̐̀̌͝ͅH̴̢̢̤̗̯̯̗̞͍̦̫̘̜̹̣͈̼̋̎̍̒̎̀̎̿̊̉͒̽͑̚͘͜͜Ḥ̴̨̧̨̻̖͖̮̟̾̀̅́̐́̾̾̀̈́͋̎̍̑̕͘͝ͅH̸̢̫̮͈̣͓̬̟͕̲̦̩̘͕̱͔̟̱̮̖̞̬͕͚̯͑̄͗͆̍͑͆͛̈̓̈́͗͌́̾̓͊̓͜͝Ḩ̵̛̖̹̭̩̯͓͕̬̝̟̱̩̬͈̠͓͉͉̬̘͕̔͐͒͛̌̀̅̓͆̂̔̀̃̓͛̕͜͝͝͝͝H̵̳̩̭̠̤̲̎̈̽̕͠͠Ȟ̵̲̻̟̫̳͙̹͔̟̱̳͙̰͎͎̲̟̝̻͐̈́͘Ḩ̸̤̗̰̺̱̲̹̻̗͉̗̣̮̪̰̉̈́̒̂̉̓͋́̓̓̉͌̒͆̾̿͂̿̀͌̑̾͘͜͜H̷͓̞̤̄͒̍͑̅̂̽̽̾ͅH̶̪̻̖̓͂͌̅̇̀̃͒͑̄̾̃̑̿̏͗͛̚Ḧ̷̡̨̛̘̬̫̲̘̦̹̬͚̓̍́̏͋̃̑̎̋͛̏͘̕͘͝Ȟ̷̨̢̯̼͔̟̬͇̬͎̥̣̘̬̲̺̞̘̘̍̓̋͗̂̀͆̀̉̀̓̽̉͊̂͊́͆̕̚͜Ĥ̷̡̨̡̬̜̥̮̻̲̥̗̻̝̠̹̯̻̙̲̫̑̎̈́̈́̇̾̆̾̂͌̽͒͂͊̌̿̆͑̑͌ͅḨ̸̧̡̟̞͍̭̞͇̺̗͎͓̝̈́̄͐̀͊̊͐̽̽̓́̌͆̎̓̈́́̄̄̚͠͝H̸̢̫̩̲̫͙̱̟̹̠͔͉̟͕͚̋͛̔̿̃̊͆̏͂̃͊͌͑̇̂͠͠!̵̧̡̛̳̬͙̤̼̻͕̮̝̳͉͓͎̖̦̐̽͌͛̍̈́͒̏̎́͌̐͛̽̊̎̿̅͂̉͋̚͠!̵̧̠̞̜̞̜̻̞̥̳͍̳̦̹̯̟̙͍͕͎̰͗͌͑͜ͅ!̷̢̡̧̱̱͔͍̼̟̻̙̟͔̜̲͈͇̖͔̼̂̋̿̋̀̒͐̾̌̓̋͘͜ͅ!̸̢̧̛̛̗̳̥̜̤̲̅̐̒́̈́̆̔͊̂̐̄͋͐̇̔̍̚̕̕͜͠͠͝!̷̧̢̛̤͉̣̰͕̣̣͓̗͖̤̲̺̺̺̰̝̦̞͎̗̮̽̍͑̐͐̏̅̃̃̊́̓͐̓̿̀̂̒͊̐̆͜͝!̵̛̹̍̂͆͛̊͐͛͆͗̾̏͠"̷̧̡̧͈̺̙͈̦͖̣̲͉̺̄̀͛͒̆̏̓̓̒͛̏́͌͆ ̶̢̦͈͖͈͎͓̼̻̳͚̺̻̦͂̓͗̾͗̇̍̉̀̒͗͆̋̐͛̕͝

Anti beat the man harder with every punch until he was barely breathing.

Only then did Anti stop and shudder, all of his emotions and adrenaline coming back to bite him.

Anti heaved and cried out but he wasn't done.

He gripped what was left of Vince's hair, "Sweety . . . . . I think we know each other well enough by now . . . . . . . . . You can die now. I hope you get a repeated loop of this in hell"

Vince was too weak to say anything but Anti no longer cared if he begged for his life or not.

Anti was done with him.

But for the last painful move, Anti opened the man's mouth and gripped both Vince's upper and lower jaw, forcing them apart.

All the Septics heard was a crack and squelching sound.

TRIGGER WARNING END (Basically Anti gets his revenge for Marvin AND himself)

When Jackie finally turned, he thought he'd be disgusted. But he didn't see the murderous Anti over a dead body.

He saw his brother crying over the remains of a dead body, his trauma and emotions overtaking him as he had finally killed his first true source of pain. The embodiment of his first real nightmares.

Anti sat with his knees up to his chin, his hands over his eyes. He couldn't stop crying and he didn't know why.

This was it, right? This was what he had wanted? Then why did it all feel so wrong? Why did he still HURT SO MUCH!?

He felt hands on him and Anti immediately flinched but saw it was Jackie. He let the hero touch him and move him slightly over away from the dead body.

'Why is he still here? Why are any of them still here? I'm grown again. I'm not a child anymore! I tortured and murdered every single of these bastards! Why haven't they run from me!?'

But Jackie just leaned down and hugged him.

Over a month ago, he could have shoved Jackie off and stabbed him. Over a month ago, he knew nothing. He was child in a man's body. A brat with no remorse or empathy.

And now . . . .

"It's okay now, Anti" Jackie whispered to him, "I'm here. We're here for you"

"Wh- . . . ..why?"

Jackie snorted softly, "Just because your older doesn't make you any less my little brother"

He couldn't stop himself anymore.

Anti hugged him back, crying in his arms.

He dry heaved and shuddered, glitching uncontrollably, clutching onto Jackie's uniform tight.

He felt the others come over, too but it was all so overwhelming. He felt all of them hold him, all of their support keeping him from completely breaking into pieces.

"Come on, kid" Marvin started to help him stand up, "Let's go home, huh?"

"I need a fucking whiskey" Chase ruffled Anti's hair.

'Me too' Jameson signed.

"Me . . . . .too?" Anti asked.

Henrik snorted, "You're fooking thirty years old now again. Of course you can drink"

"In moderation" Jackie added.

"I say let him get drunk. And let's get the fooking weed out! Fuck it!" Chase chuckled, "First though . . .let's get out of here?"

They all agreed to that.

As they left the building, Marvin spelled the basement so it set on fire.

Chase stared at him disapprovingly but Marvin defended himself, "What? That diner was garbage anyway"

"Leave it, Chase" Jackie still held Anti close to him as they walked, making sure he was still okay, "Marv? Care to take us home?"

Anti was still concerned, "H-home?"

"Did you get a concussion in zhere?" Henrik asked him with an attitude, "Of course ve are going home! Did you think we'd just leave you here on the streets?"

"I meant what I said before, Anti" Jackie pat his shoulder, "You're staying with us. We're family. Alright?"

Anti had been worried they'd kick him out as soon as he grew up again. The relief he felt washed over him like a bucket of water over his head.

He nodded, "Alright"

And as the diner burned, the firefighters came but were too late to save it. Marvin teleported them all home but Anti stared at him as if wanting to know something.

But Marvin understood, "I'm fine, Anti . . . . . thank you, by the way."

The glitch nodded, "I told you I'd kill the men that spoke to you that way"

"Yeah" the magician nodded, "You did, didn't you?"

With that, they all got the drinks out, ordered some dinner and set off to the living room with Henrik treating Jackie's wounds while they all watched a movie.

They were in need of a long break after a day like today.

Hope you all liked this chap. Don't worry, it's not over yet! I still got the Epilogue chap coming out soon :)