This was just weird.

Anti watched this . . . copy of himself wander his apartment like it was really his own. Maybe in his mind, it was, but he was making far too many hostile movements for Anti's liking.

After telling him he had a plan, the copy just straight up walked out of Anti's room and into the living room, wandering the place both as if he's been there before and NEVER have at the same time. But he was also making certain jerky movements and sounds that'd startle Anti. Like he's done before to be scary towards the other Septics.

He was TRYING to be threatening.

But Anti wouldn't be fooled. He knew just how to react. Calmly.

"So then . . . since we've both got plans, why don't you start first?"

The Copy smirked, running his finger down his TV remote, "Why don't you? You're the . . . . original, after all," he looked up at Anti with contempt, "Why would you want to hear my idea anyway? Who knows? It might just be the same as yours"

"Just fucking tell me, asshole" Anti had no patience for games.

But it seemed this copy was in a different kind of mood.

He chuckled, sticking out his tongue in a crazed way, "You just might be feistier than me and that's hard to do, you know. Even if we are the same person" he suddenly frowned and stood up.

Anti could feel an abrupt disruption in the aura around them. Dark and thick.

The copy cracked his neck loudly with a light groan, "Your neck always bothering you, too? . . . . Like something wanting to . . . . ooze out? We're such fucking creeps . . messed the fuck up" he chuckled again.

Anti chuckled with him but something told him already this may have been a mistake.

The copy growled under his breathe with a snarl and Sam wiggled into Anti's neck, afraid.

'That's odd . . . . Sam never acts this way when I'm pissed off' For now, he let it be, though.

"My plan . . ." the copy seethed, "Is to kill every last one of the Septics . . . . INCLUDING their spouses . . . or . . . . EX-spouses . . ." a creepy smirk formed on his face.

Anti rolled his eyes, "Oh really? Fucking hell, is that ALL? You fucking idiot! Marvin placed protection spells on them a long time ago! We can't fooking TOUCH them!"

"Hmmmm" the copy hummed. He was staring at Anti peculiarly. Him and Sam.

But before anything could be said about it, he looked away, "Fine, then. . . . We start with the weakest ego, then. . . . . Henrik. He has no powers"

"He has fucking scalpels and saws and knives, you idiot!"

"So? We've slit our own throats before with a kitchen knife. It's no big deal. Suck it up"

Anti huffed and crossed his arms, "Seriously? Don't you think I've TRIED going after the Septics one by one?! YOU KNOW I HAVE! GOD DAMMIT! STOP SPUTING NONSENSE ALREADY AND HELP FIGURE OUT SOMETHING WE CAN ACTUALLY GO OFF OF!!!"

"That's new? . . . . Different? . . . . Better?" the copy snorted but then started to chuckle with a deep sigh behind it, "You're the idiot here. . . . you've been ATTACKING them straight off the bat ONE by ONE. . . ."

"yEAH? And?" Anti wasn't getting it. What was the point?

"My idea . . . ." the copy took one step after another closer and closer to Anti, "Is to . . ."

Anti was frozen. He'd blow it off later as a power play but honestly in this moment . . . there was something about this copy of himself that . . . terrified him.

The copy was just about nose to nose, looking Anti down straight in the eye as if he were trying to dig for something deep in his head, " . . . . . make them . . let their guard down . . . . we . .. or one of us . . . play the good guy . . . an act in deception if you will"

Anti didn't like that this copy was making himself taller before him. He felt . . . inferior. Little in comparison. But he only realized too late that this copy was making him unconsciously cower.

Anti straightened up, making his copy back off a step.

But he thought about what he said. Really thought about it.

He unconsciously pet Sam who was shaking on his neck and hissing softly. It was just a normal response but the copy suddenly glared daggers at him.

"Why do you keep that THING around you?"

Anti stopped thinking and looked back at the copy, "What? What do you mean? Sam's my pet"

"Pet . . . ." the copy snarled, "What use is it if it's even too scared to be around ME? . . Fucking useless"

The copy turned away, walking back to the chair he was sitting in before. He flopped down into it, picking the remote back up in his fingers, "Think about it. . . you've never done THIS before"

Anti was dumbfounded on what he meant at first but caught on before he had to ask. What was with this copy?

Something was wrong here. . . . .

And yet-

That idea WAS pretty good. Brilliant, even.

'I'll think more on it . . for now, though, I'm fucking hungry and I'd suppose Sam is, too' he pet the eyeball again.

" . . I'm gonna go out and get some food. You'll stay here?" Anti asked.

The copy turned back at him with a smirk, "Of course . . . you go think. I'll take care of your . . pet. . . . while you're gone."

Anti didn't like how he said that and walked on off to the door when the copy turned the TV on. He whispered to Sam, "You stay here but hide in your special place. I don't know if I quite trust him yet"

The eyeball hissed and wiggled off quickly somewhere even Anti didn't know of.

Anti didn't want to leave this copy by himself. He didn't trust him. It meant he didn't trust HIMSELF but that's just the kind of person he was.

And yet he closed the door behind him, leaving the apartment.

Jackie was standing on a roof top looking over a street that had particular bad crimes on it regularly.

But he wasn't really paying all that much attention. If anything seriously happened, he'd hear it, anyway.

He was busy thinking. It was about once a week when Anti tried something to kill them and yet it's nearly been two weeks since their last encounter.

'I wish he'd take a minute to talk sometimes . . . . maybe he just needs a friend. . . or meds like Henrik thinks . . . or hell maybe Chase is right and he just needs to get laid. I wouldn't know. He never TALKS to us'

Jackie shook his head, shaking away the thoughts, 'I don't want him to kill us . . . But I also want to see him try harder' he chuckled to himself, 'I don't think he really wants to, though. I think Sam's made him calmer.'

He sighed, cracking his neck, 'I miss Sam. Hope he's happy with him'

Just then, Jackie froze, sensing something nearby. His muscles tensed and he eyed the streets around him, picking anything up like a hawk that may or may not be dangerous.

And then he saw him.

And he calmed slightly.

'Hey . . . . well I'll be! . . . This is my chance!'

Without another thought, Jackie leapt off the building to go try and talk to him.

This was one of the only times he had ever seen him NOT causing trouble.

Anti had his hands stuffed in his pockets, kicking at a rock in front of him as he walked.

The last thing he expected was for another foot to stop his rock right in front of him.

Anti started to snarl and looked up at the man in his way.

'This fucking piece of shit . . . . . how dare he fucking stand in my way. I'll-' and then he stopped himself and he thought about what his copy had suggested.

Anti calmed himself a big, his shoulders dropping. He couldn't stop himself from glaring at Jackie, though.

The hero didn't seemed phased by his anger but looked more or less confused by how quickly Anti seemed to relax.

Anti was curious . . . . could this plan really work after all?