Thoughts raced through Jacks head. He was home now, laying on his bed. He just made two videos- one was a vlog on how his treatment had went. He ranted about his trip and about how he was feeling better, even though he wasn't. He talked about his schizophrenia for the first time in front of the camera. He mentioned Anti and how he got anxiety sometimes. He even mentioned how he was feeling depressed. He had never even though about it before. It just... slipped out.

The other video was a colab with Mark and Felix playing prop hunt, which Felix had never done before. He was so ridiculously bad they had to stop after a couple rounds of just endless laughter. It lifted his spirits from being in that dreary prison of a hospital for 6 weeks. But something was missing.

All of his fans were tweeting at him like crazy, everyone was liking and commenting on his videos, and all of his Youtube friends were welcoming him back with open arms. Almost everyone was happy. Everything seemed fine and back to normal. But something was missing.

It was her. He missed the girl behind the vent. He missed her voice that always soothed him. He missed the way she laughed. He missed the way she loved all of him. She even loved Anti and his craziness.

Jack took a deep, shaky breath. He had to get her out of there, even if it meant going back. The Athlone Home for the Mentally Unstable. Jack would go tomorrow before he met Signe. Jacks head winced at the the thought. Spots started to freckle his vision.

He realized he couldn't love them both, he had to choose. He got a headache just thinking about it. Could he love them both? Was it even possible? Jack grabbed his pillow and put it over his ears. The bee's started to buzz and skin was covering the walls. Anti was coming back.

His vision turned black and he was suddenly sitting up in bed. His hands were shaking and glitching everywhere. He tried to steady his breathing, but he couldn't. Anti stood up and started to walk towards the office. Jack's mind went blank as Anti took complete control. He was now standing over Jacks desk, staring at a jar of pens.

"That damn wall!" Anti screamed, backhanding the pens onto the floor. He screamed again, this time pulling at his hair. His scalp was turning red and his face was burning hot with emotion. He released his grip on his hair and slammed his fists on the table. He slumped to the floor, helpless.

His chest started to heave and Anti started to cry. It was soft cries at first until it turned into heaving sobs. Tears flowed down his cheeks, staining his face and clothes. He covered his face with his hands, gasping for air. He screamed one more time, letting out every last ounce of strength into that defiant noise.

Jack and Anti fell asleep on the office floor, thoughts running wild.

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