It was after dinner and Chase looked into the kitchen to see Dark plate some food and walk on him way upstairs.

He was a little miffed at that. Of course the glitch would get special treatment. What was he so afraid of? It's not like they'd tackle him across the dining table or something.

Sean seemed a little depressed during dinner. A mood Chase recognized quite well. 

'Can't say I really blame either of them though. Sean never even called him to ask permission?'

He didn't agree with that part but he wasn't going to just turn around and be happy that he has to stay in the same building as that psychopath again.

'The sooner filming is done, the better' he thought to himself.

Pretty soon, Mark, Amy and Sean left and everyone drifted off to their rooms, catching up with their friends and whatnot. Bing gently shoved him, "Come on, Bro! Got a sweet new set up in my room you saw earlier! We can play some killer shit on it tonight if ya want!"

Chase smiled, "That actually sounds dope, dude. Let's do it!" but then as they started up to his room, Chase suddenly realized something, "Hey what happened to your censor by the way? I don't think I've ever actually heard ya cuss"

"Oh!" Bing chuckled and pointed down the hall, "Anti fixed that for me! The other day, actually. Dude's a total wizard with tech! Not even Google could fix it but HE did"

"Hm"

Bing caught on and his grin fell a bit, "What, you still pissed at him or something? He's a nice dude, Chase."

"I don't want to talk about him." They came into Bing's room, "Show me the new setup, dude"

"Yeah, yeah"

Later that night, Chase woke up in one of the bean bag chairs Bing had. They had apparently fallen asleep while playing. . . or at least Chase had and Bing manually went into sleep mode.

He almost felt himself drifting back to sleep but he found that his mouth felt dry.

Getting up and being sure not to alert Bing, he walked out of the room and down the stairs.

He needed some water or something to help him so he could go back to sleep again.

Before he entered the kitchen, however, he heard some noise. Someone else was awake, too.

Chase wasn't bothered by it, though, and walked in. At first he thought it was Henrik or Jackie but then he realized it was most definitely not one of them. He didn't seem to notice Chase walk in but he was up on the tips of his toes trying to get into the freezer. He was like some sort of kid sneaking some treat in the middle of the night, being extra quiet so he wouldn't get caught.

If Chase was honest, it was actually kind of cute. . . .until he remembered who this person was.

Anti finally managed to pull out the popsicles, "Yes!" he pulled one out and Chase realized it was a coffee flavored one.

'Dammit. I kind of want one, too' but he kept his mouth shut. Rolling his eyes, he stepped into the kitchen towards the sink and Anti finally sensed him.

"Jaysus!" he glitched, holding his chest, nearly dropping the treats onto the floor, "Fooking hell! Make some noise, why don't ya?!"

"Hm" Chase just took a glass out of the cupboard.

Anti huffed, "Oh, it's just you." He went to stuff the box of treats back in the freezer but he stopped himself, watching as Chase poured himself a glass of water, "Couldn't sleep? Insomnia still kicking your ass?"

Chase didn't reply. He didn't want to talk to him. Didn't know why Anti even bothered trying, really but he didn't want to waste time thinking about it. He went to leave with his glass of water but could hear Anti rummaging through the box again.

"Want one? I know you've always loved coffee."

Chase stopped but didn't turn around.

Anti swallowed. He didn't know why he offered. Maybe he was just sick of running. Wanted to . . . fix things? He knew Chase hated him but he could at least give it a shot. He had learned a lot with his time living with the Ipliers. He couldn't deny, though, that he still wanted the Septics to feel like family.

When Chase still didn't respond, Anti went further, "I know you hate me but-"

"You're right about that" Chase interrupted him, "I've never stopped hating you for what you did."

He turned to face Anti, eyes as cold and hard as steel, "You can fool as many people as you want but we both know what you are. What you've done"

Anti swallowed, his chest suddenly on fire at his words, "I. . ."

"You've done a lot of fucked up shit to us, Anti. Can't win me over with a fooking popsicle!"

"Alright!" Anti glitched and ripped the wrapped off his treat, biting it angrily, "Damn, fook it. That's what I get for being nice, I guess. Just fook off then, asshole!"

A small voice in Chase's head whispered to him, 'You should kill him. Who cares what the others think? He deserves it. You're right next to the knife drawer'

"Gladly" Chase took  off again with his water, ignoring that voice. 

Just before he went back up the stairs, though, he briefly wondered if he had been too hard on him.

Had he? 

Should he go back and apologize? Anti DID seem genuine.

Chase shook his head and ran up with his water.

Meanwhile Anti furiously cringed as the bite he took slowly melted in his mouth. He shouldn't have taken such a big bite!

'Fooking asshole' he thought to himself, 'I mean I know I deserve it but still . . . .'

Shaking his head, Anti glitched up to his room, avoiding taking the stairs in case he awkwardly ran into Chase again.

The next morning, Anti woke up feeling like shit.

'That's what I get though for eating sugar in the middle of the night'

He groggily picked himself up and trudged on to the shower to wash up. Stretching as the water hit his skin, washed his hair and body, vaguely thinking to himself he should do something with his hair. It was getting pretty long. He had seen Sean's videos where he had pulled his hair back in a small bun but he didn't think that would be welcome right now with him and the other Septics around.

After getting dressed, he finally pepped himself up enough to go downstairs. He knew it was early enough that the other Ipliers would still be in bed except for those who had a job like Dr. Iplier, the show boys and Dark.

Cracking his back and neck, he made his way down the stairs, "Ugh, this is gonna suuuuuck"

When he got downstairs, he noticed the Jims in the living room working on their equipment, "Hey guys"

"Anti!" One of them shouted, "Come here! Jim has a question!"

Anti blinked but came up to them, "Sup?"

"Jim thought since you were so good with tech that maybe you could help! The camera keeps glitching and we don't know why"

Anti narrowed his eyes at them, "Were you by chance filming ME when it happens?"

The other Jim swallowed, " . . . . .Perhaps"

Anti nodded, "Then that's your problem. Cameras tend to do that around me" he shrugged, "Anything else?"

The other Jim shook his head, "Nope! Jim's sorry about that! We'll see you later! Thank you!"

"You're welcome, guys" Anti snickered and moved on to the dining room.

Google was the person he saw charging himself at the dining room table, "Hello, Anti. I t-tried to tell the Jims the problem. But they would not listen, I'm afraid. They are persistent with filming those who do not want to be filmed"

Anti shrugged, "Eh, it's not a big deal. Makes me wonder what they were filming though. They better not have been doing it while I was asleep again"

"Again?"

Anti flinched and looked over by him to see Henrik sipping on some coffee, Dr. Iplier next to him.

"Geez, why's everyone so fooking quiet all of a sudden!? Sneaking up and shit"

Henrik snorted, "Do ve need bells? I am sure Marvin might have some lying around"

"You mean cat toys?" Dr. Iplier could be so blunt and oblivious sometimes.

Henrik sighed, "Yes, Iplier. Yes." he sipped his coffee.

Anti cleared his throat at the awkward exchange, "Anyway . . . you were stuttering before, Google. New update I need to look at?"

Google shrugged rigidly, "N-not sure yet. I will let you know"

"Alright" he scratched the back of his head and walked into the kitchen. 

Dark was standing at the stove making himself some breakfast. When he saw Anti, he chuckled at him, "You look like shit. Get into the freezer again last night, did you?"

Anti glared at him, "How'd you . . . how'd ya know?!"

Dark shrugged with a smirk, "Maybe I know you too well."

Anti gave him a look and Dark shrugged again, "Ooooor . . .maybe I found what the Jims were recording last night. Saw their little steak-out tape. You alright?"

Anti suddenly realized what he was talking about and he cursed under his breathe, "They're getting better at that, aren't they? I'm fooking fine. Don't worry about it"

"If anyone bothers you-"

"Dark" he stopped him, "Stop being so damn protective! I'm fine, dammit"

Dark just rolled his eyes, "Fine, fine. Want some breakfast?"

Anti cringed at the eggs he was making. Broken yolks and burnt sausage in the pan.

"No thanks, I'm good"

"I don't blame you. I don't know why I bothered trying to make my own food. Damien and Celine never cooked for themselves a day in their life. Wilford was always so much better at it"

"Where's he at by the way?"

"At the office already with Bim."

"Ah. Are you really going to eat that shit?"

Dark looked contemplating at first but shook his head, "Nah. I choose not to die today"

"Good choice. Let's dump this shit. I'll make some pancakes. We still got that powered shit that just needs water?"

"Mm-hm"

Once finished, the two had a nice stack of pancakes lathered in syrup together and went to eat in the dining room where more people were. Jackie and Yandere came down to join them, the Jims came in from the living room and Illinois and Yancy were there, too.

Yandere groaned at seeing the pancakes, "Where's mine!?"

"Go make your own" Anti growled.

"Can I have some of yours?" they shifted closer next to Anti and at first Jackie thought blood was going to be spilled. So did Henrik, really. They were ready for it.

But Anti just sighed dramatically, "Fine, fine. But one bite only"

"Thanks, big bro! You're so great!" Yan then sliced a whole pancake in half and took off with it.

"Um- HEY! Hey what the fuck!? Yan!" Anti whined, "That's MY pancake, ya shit!"

"What? It's a bite!" they stuffed it in their mouth as much as they could.

Jackie snorted, "My god, if I even did that to Marvin, he'd curse me for life"

"So vould I" Henrik joked, "In a different manner, of course."

"Ah they's good friends those two" Yancy provided, "Anti wouldn't touch a hair on they's head"

"He's a sweetheart" Illinois sipped his coffee.

"NO, I'M NOT!" Anti had heard him, sparks scattering around him but not hurting anyone.

"Yes you are!" Illinois argued and winked at him, "As sweet as candy. Got any more lemon drops, little lemon drop?"

Anti rolled his eyes at the flirting, "You're so fooking shameless and weird"

Dark merely kept eating his own pancakes as the chaos started to ensue. He was used to it.

Jackie and Henrik had never seen Anti like this. He seemed to have calmed down from bickering with Yan and stuffed forkfuls of pancake angrily in his mouth. He was so . . . . . different. 

"Eh YO! That pancakes I see, bro!?" Bing ran in and practically launched himself towards Anti, "Make some for me??"

"For fucks sake, no!" Anti shoved him off, "I already let Yan and they stole half my breakfast! Fook off!"

Bing chuckled, "Just kidding, bro! Pancakes sound good though. Chase, ya want some, too, dude?!"

Chase had walked in behind him but avoided even looking at Anti, "I don't care. Sure."

Everyone felt the tension in the air but they weren't so sure why. Except for the Jims and Dark.

Dark looked like he wanted to say something to Chase but saw Anti's glare and kept quiet as they went into the kitchen. 

As everyone finally started arriving downstairs, the room got louder and more crowded, making Anti want to leave. Especially with Chase there now souring the mood.

But before he could, Dark stopped him, "The filming starts this afternoon but I'll let you know when your part will come. We'll only be doing a few egos at a time every day. Certain scenes. Alright?"

Anti nodded, "'Kay."

Dark came closer to whisper to him so the others wouldn't hear, "I'm going this afternoon with Marvin, Jameson, Wil, Dr. Iplier, the Jims and Google. So Brody will be here. That okay?"

Anti rolled his eyes, "I'll be fine, Dark. Stop worrying. My god, you're a mother hen"

But on the inside, Anti knew he was just trying to be tough. He didn't want Dark to worry about him. He had too much to worry about as it was, all the stress on his shoulders with everyone he looked after.

But Dark was right, not that Anti would admit it. He was a little worried about how things would go today. 

Especially after last night.

"And you're a brat" Dark ruffled his hair, ignoring Anti's growl and sparks.

Chase saw the interaction and had heard his name from Dark. He assumed he was talking about him which sort of hurt. It wasn't like he'd attack Anti unwarranted. His eyes softened at seeing the glitch pout like a child.

He clenched his fists under the table, all these emotions conflicting with each other inside of him.

'No, remember what he did. He hasn't changed. Things like him don't change. He's a-'

Yandere had said something to Dark that made Anti laugh.

'Sounds like a normal, genuine laugh . . . . I had only even heard his maniacal one before'

That little voice in his head came back.

'Don't trust. He's hiding something. He hasn't changed. He's just making you all let your guard down'

This time Chase agreed with the voice, his eyes hardening again, and he got up to leave the room.