Demons can't be all soft, warm and cuddly right...? Wrong! You see, crazy psychopaths are what they're portrayed to be, it's like a label. Yeah sure they do really enjoy acting crazy and stabbing people with their knives and slicing people's throats open, *cough cough*, but what happens when something... just one hug brings out their soft side? Well, that's exactly what Marvin wanted to find out. 

Marvin was backed into a corner. His cat mask tilted slightly and his wand broken in half on the floor behind the tall man towering over him. He had just accepted that he was gonna die and prepared for the knife to pierce through his skin, when suddenly, he got an idea. 

He held one hand over his head and slowly rose to his feet, Anti not moving from his position. Once he was face to face with Anti, he started reaching his hand out, causing Anti to take a step back and slice the palm of his hand in the process. Marvin hissed at the pain and held his hand in his fist for a moment, watching the blood drip down and leak through his fingers. 

"Anti." He said softly. "I... I love you. All of Jack's alter egos do, including Jack himself." He bit his lip, it felt like they were having an eternal staring contest. But Marvin felt he could see a hint of life in Anti's eyes. 

"Your words don't affect me, Marvin." Anti replied in a stone cold voice. "None of those bitches deserves to live anyway. I AM IN CONTROL HERE." 

Marvin laughed and shook his head as he took a step closer to Anti. "You see, that's where you're wrong, glitchy boy." He shakily grabbed the hand that was holding the knife. "We're all the same, just with different abilities. None of us are superior over another, you're just another one of us." 

He felt Anti grip the knife tighter. "Let go of me." Is all he said. 

Marvin took one deep breath before unclasping his hand from Anti's, only to wrap both of them around Anti's neck. Anti stared at him in confusion. Then Marvin leaned in and rested his head on Anti's shoulder, squeezing him in a tight but safe hug. 

"What are you doing?!" Anti asked, raising his voice. Marvin shook his head and stayed in that position. 

Anti didn't know what it was, but he felt a new emotion wash over him. He let the bloody knife slip out of his hand and wrapped his own arms around Marvin's back. Marvin chuckled and squeezed him tighter. 

"I knew you weren't just some crazy psychotic killer out to kill Jack and all his other alter egos." 

Anti suddenly couldn't speak, it was like he was lost for words, or even choking. This new emotion felt so weird to him, it was like his heart and soul (if he had any) were crushing themselves. 

"I love you Anti." 

"I... I love you too... Marvin."