My friends and the real worlders landed in two heaps in the hole. The ropes holding them in place loosened, and they freed themselves. They all stood, and Margie glanced at her shoes. More precisely, the floor.

"Uh, guys? Why is there water above our knees? And why is it rising?!"

Desiring to see what she was talking about, I got on my knees and gripped the edge of the hole to keep myself from falling too. I peered down and became terrified at what I saw.

As much as I wanted her to be wrong, Margie was correct. Water was in the hole and rising. Rising until it swallowed the real worlders and my friends up.

I felt a panic attack coming on, but this was not the right time to experience one, for the people whom I cared about were going to drown. I prayed a quick prayer to God to calm my nerves and help me, and while doing that, I could hear my anti chuckling in the background.

"What is the matter, Caleb? Too much of a chicken to save the main characters and the real worlders, so you are asking your God who is fake to assist you?" Anti-Caleb mocked me. "You delusional fool."

I finished the prayer, climbed to my feet, and spun my body around. Anti-Caleb was standing in front of the computer so that I could not get to it.

"Stop the water now," I commanded.

He seemed a bit surprised. "That is it? I bullied you, and you are not going to at least make the attempt of defending your God and your actions?"

"I will not waste my breath arguing with you. Arguments and forcefulness are not how to spread God's Word. Now stop the water."

He shrugged and let his arms dangle to his sides. "Sorry, Caleb. Once the water starts, it cannot stop until it fills that hole. By then, your friends and the real worlders will be dead."

I looked back down at the hole. The water was now at their waists. I swallowed a lump in my throat and turned my attention back to my evil anti. He realized how scared I was.

"Weak Caleb. He has no problem in believing in a God that does not exist, but cannot rescue his friends already."

"I cannot swim, Anti-Caleb. Not even in shallow water. I..." Tears formed in my eyes. "...I cannot swim."

Meanwhile, the real worlders and my friends - mainly the real worlders - were wondering what was taking me so long.

"Is that Christian guy going to save our bottoms or what?" the atheist asked the other real worlders.

"He was lying when he claimed that he loved the gays and feminists and anti-vaxxers and strict Christians and transgenders and flat earthers and people who believe in other religions," the feminist believed. "He just said all that to get us to obey him."

I overheard the feminist as plain as day and defended my so-called "procrastination."

"Sorry that I am trying to take the easy way out," I said sarcastically. "In case that you do not know, I cannot swim!"

"Hey, I am not a good swimmer either," the gay commented. "The feeling is mutual."

"You are an embarrassment to society, Caleb Night," Anti-Caleb bullied me once more. "You know why your own mother and father abandoned you? 'Cause you are worth nothing. You know why your girlfriend's parents despise your guts? 'Cause you are nothing like them. He walked up to me and whispered in my ear. "Do not even get me started on your girlfriend Cindy. On the outside, it may seem like that she cares about you, but on the inside, her heart is breaking."

He paused, allowing his words to sink into my brain, and continued.

"Cindy used to do whatever she wanted and had so much free time...until you came into her life. Instead of caring for her like a man is supposed to do for a lady, she has to take care of you. She practically is your slave."

I placed a palm on his chest and shoved him away. "You are lying! Your words are nothing but lies!"

"Cindy has been the one who took you to therapy, and she and you would spend about two hours - three hours if your panic attacks and anxiety attacks took a while to contain - throwing your lives away when you two could be doing something fun that normal couples do. But no, you force your girlfriend to be locked in therapy with you. How is that being a gentleman?"

I was crushed. Tears rolled down my cheeks. "Stop it," I whimpered.

"You are a burden to Cindy. Heck, you have been a burden to everyone in Forlot."

"You are such a liar!" Hansel shouted. "We love Caleb! We do not care if his skin is white or that he is a male."

"He is more of a Christian than most Christians!" Gretel yelled.

Anti-Caleb rolled his eyes and grinned at me. He whispered, "The only reason that they are lifting you up is because they do not want to hurt your feelings. They do not love you. Nobody loves you."

I stared at his sickening face for a moment or two - and punched him.

He was not counting on that.

Never in my life have I ever punched an individual, not even the people who treated me like a person without feelings. The truth is that I do have feelings. Just because I have anxiety problems does not mean that I am a moron.

My anti staggered back and rubbed his bottom jaw. I wiped my tears and adjusted my glasses.

"You are wrong about me," I said. "Someone out in the universe does love me. His name is God. Anybody can reach Him by praying and repenting. As for Cindy, she has been more free with me than with her own parents."
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Anti-Caleb had enough of my so-called "silly games." I knew that because that is exactly what he told me. He walked backwards to the computer - and punched a large hole through it. Anti-Margie and Anti-Jorgie were taken aback that he did such a thing. I, however, was not caught off guard, for I knew that his heart was full of hate.

"What was that for, sir?" Anti-Jorgie questioned him as calmly as she could.

Anti-Caleb ignored her and stared intently at me. "Try to pray again to your fake God. I dare you. I can guarantee that He will not do anything and have a ball watching you and the others drown."

"What makes you think that I will drown?" I asked, trying to not show that I was both worried and afraid. "I am not in the water."

"I know you, Caleb, better than anyone. You will eventually jump into the water and make the attempt to save the real worlders and your friends. Sadly - for you and not for me - you will fail and meet your fate. So unless you receive some big help, you all will die, and it will all be your fault."

I became outraged. "My fault?! I am sick of people blaming me for things that I did not do! I do not support blacks being in slavery! I do not support gays being beaten to the pulp! And I most certainly do not make fun of people's weights! But they actually believe that it is my fault because of what I am. I am white, a male, straight, and a Christian."

I took a breath and continued with my reasonable rant.

"They clearly have forgotten that what I am should not make any difference in the world. Is being white a sin? No. Is being a male a sin? No. Is being straight a sin? No. Is being a Christian a sin? Only if you are not a true one."

"Caleb?" Cassandra called to me. "As much as we are in love with your speech, could you please help us out?"

"Yes, Caleb," Anti-Caleb agreed. "Why do you not save them?"

Before I was able to make a move, Anti-Caleb pushed me. I screamed like a little girl and made contact with the cold water.

Splash!

I brought my head to the surface and spit out water. My body shivered, and I hugged myself.

My anti ordered the other antis to follow him, and all of them exited the area. Almost all of them. What Anti-Caleb did not know was that Anti-Margie and Anti-Jorgie stayed. They stood at the edge of the hole and peered down at us helpless victims.

"What are you two looking at?" Tris said sternly.

My mind wandered away from Margie's and Jorgie's antis and focused on Jorgie. She had her thumbs and fingers wrapped around her neck. She was having trouble breathing!

"Great. My body...decides to be...allergic to water now," Jorgie managed to choke out.

"Hang on, Jorgie!" I exclaimed. I paddled my way over to her...and got nowhere. I splashed the water out of frustration. "I hate my inability to swim!"

"Luckily for you, Caleb, you have us," Anti-Jorgie announced.

"Huh?" I lifted up my head to view the two antis. "What do you mean?"

"We are going to assist you in getting you and your friends out of the water," Anti-Margie explained.

"Why would you do that?" the feminist demanded to know. "You are supposed to be the bad guys."

Anti-Jorgie's robot eye glowed. "You should be thanking Caleb. He is the only reason that we are doing this. I told Anti-Margie what he thought of me. That I am not a freak regardless of my robotic arms and legs. He cared about how I felt even after I kidnapped him from Forlot. So if rescuing his friends will please him..."

"It would very well please me. Thank you."

Jorgie's anti was about to leap in, but Anti-Margie grabbed her robotic wrist. "You cannot go in there, Jorgie. You are not exactly waterproof."

"May we be of assistance?" a female voice asked.

In walked Ada, and with her were Anti-Mary Sue, Anti-Cindy, Collin, Joan, and Cindy.

"Hey!" I proclaimed with happiness. "Boy, am I glad that you are here."

Ada winked at me and shouted some orders. "Cindy and Anti-Cindy, you help Caleb. Anti-Jorgie, use your robotic arm to grab and pull out Jorgie. The rest of you will attend to everyone else."

The team went to work. Jorgie was the first to be saved. Then me. Then my friends and the real worlders.

I put on a big smile and hugged both Anti-Cindy and my girlfriend Cindy. I was grateful for the rescue and even more grateful that Cindy was by my side and okay.

"Let me guess," I spoke to her. "Ava freed you."

"For the second time, yes. I am a little worried that she will want me to return the favor."

"She wants to be a purple statue like you were?"

"No. She will say that I owe her."

"Well, I have news for her. You do not owe her anything." I planted a kiss on her cheek, and she giggled.

"Alright. Everyone has been accounted for," Ada notified us. "Our next and final mission is to take Caleb's anti down."

Anti-Jorgie raised her hand.

"Yes, Jorgie?"

"Should we save the others?"

"There are more people that Anti-Caleb is holding captive?" Cindy guessed correctly.

"Unfortunately, yes," Anti-Cindy confirmed. "The five of them are in the jail cell below this building. One is a real worlder who is a vegetarian, and the other four are my parents and Anti-Caleb's mom and dad."

My girlfriend put her hands on her waist. "Please tell me that the parents have souls."

"They do. And they are scared."