Anti had his hood up messing with the pumpkin sculpture still in his pouch. He didn't know why. Maybe it was because the glaze had a nice texture?

Slowly, he made his way to the doctor's office. He wasn't sure what he was going to do but the plan was to watch. The big plan was to just watch everyone for now. He almost snapped at Jameson and killed him but usually he wouldn't care if his plans just . . . .changed. He never usually second-guessed himself and this was the second time he did so. He tried not thinking about Chase right now.

When he arrived at the clinic, he paused, unsure of howto enter. He couldn't just point-blank walk in like he could at Jameson's store. Henrik would alert the others as quick as a snap of his finger.

And although he had MANY new questions of how to handle this new human body of his. . . .he couldn't risk Henrik being a nark and/or try to kill him.

So instead, he glitched his way in through the power lines and into the computers. It wasn't difficult to find which one was Henrik's but it didn't appear he was at his desk at the moment so he flung himself to a security camera instead to survey the area.

He found Henrik coming back to his office after diagnosing a patient and oddly just looked around his office blankly. A few minutes ticked by until Henrik finally sighed and sat at his desk, running his hands down his face tiredly. Coffee pot stationed at his desk, he was ready for another cup already. At his desk was also a picture he kept staring at.

Anti had never seen or met Henrik's family like he had Chase's but he could see he had an ex-wife and two kids as well.

"Fooking Rick" Henrik growled out to himself softly.

Anti snickered to himself and glitched out of the camera behind Henrik a couple meters. He itched for his knife again, remembering what he did to Henrik a long time ago. He could still feel the cords in his hands and hear Henrik's choking pleas.

Suddenly Henrik banged his fists against the desk and flung all his papers and files off in a fit of anger.

Anti halted, watching as he roughly opened up a drawer and took out a bottle of Brandy.

'Seem's Brody isn't the only family drunk?' he peered closer and watched as Henrik tilted the bottle back to take a swig and hunched over his desk, taking the picture frame in his hands.

"Meine Kleinen. Fook. He better be treating you all alright. So sorry"

Anti was very uncomfortable suddenly being in this situation even if Henrik didn't see him.

That is, until he tilted the picture frame and saw Anti's reflection.

Before Henrik could turn, however, Anti glitched out quickly, making the doctor think it was just a hallucination. Watching from the security camera, he saw Henrik shed a few frightened tears and throw the bottle in the trash.

'Dammit' Anti glitched outside, stalking away from the clinic, 'Every time I try and hurt them . . . have I grown soft?' he shook his head, 'No of course not! I couldn't have!'

"Had emotions for just a few days and I'm already acting like those idiots." he snarled to himself, "I can't. Don't lose sight of the goal" he told himself, "You were made to be the complete opposite of all of them, dammit!"

A couple walking by him stared at him oddly and Anti blushed, stomping away quickly, 'Damn fucking emotions! I won't let them get the best of me! I won't be weak! I can't go soft!'

He broke into a brisk run, being careful the pumpkin didn't fall out. He paid good money for that piece of junk.

'There's one more Septic ego I KNOW I can hurt' 

He ran by a burger joint, however, and halted in his steps.

'Maybe some food first' he licked his lips hungrily.

Chase heaved into the toilet again for a third time, sobbing and shuddering like mad. Marvin sat on the edge of the tub, rubbing his back for him.

"I was going to have another baby!" he clutched the seat tightly, "And he just. . ."

"I know, Chase" Marvin held back his own tears, "I know. I told you it would be this way"

"You erased Stacey's memory of it, too?" he still sobbed.

"Yes. I did. Of course I did. She was worse off than you were. I erased everyone's memories effected by Anti's actions."

Chase shuddered, "I. . . .  I pulled the trigger, Marvin. You should have let me die. You know it"

" . . ..  Don't talk like that. Anti possessed you."

"He left my body and I shot them. I shot at them . . . . and laughed." Chase looked like he's throw up again but Marvin leaned down and made him look at him, a hand on either side of his face.

"You didn't do that. It wasn't your fault. Anti planted those seeds in your head and don't you forget that. It wasn't you"

But Chase knew the truth, "Anti seemed pretty surprised himself, actually. . . .  like he didn't expect it"

Marvin gave him a hard look, "Don't do that, Chase"

"Do what?" he finally unraveled some toilet paper and wiped his face off.

"Defend him. That bastard doesn't deserve it"

"That bastard has done a few things recently that you approve of, Marvin" Chase shot back at him.

"He hasn't changed, Chase. He's still the monster. He. . . . he threw Stacey down those stairs and made her lose the baby."

Chase clenched his eyes tightly shut and looked away, picking himself up off the floor with a stumble, "I don't think I can go to work tomorrow."

"I don't blame you. Want me to put a spell on them? I can do that"

Chase snorted a little, "I know you can, dude." he sniffled.

"I'm not leaving you alone, Chase"

". . . . .  I know you won't." he gave a small smile but left the bathroom to go flop on his bed.

Marvin watched as his brother curled up in the fetal position, "Want me to-"

"Nah. . . .  I'll be fine. Thanks, bro"

Marvin nodded and flopped on the other side of the bed next to him, listening as Chase's breathing slowly deepened to fall asleep under his mental exhaustion.

Marvin couldn't shake away Chase's words and everything that had happened over the last couple weeks. Anti really had supposedly been acting differently and he really could have killed Chase the other day. But he didn't. Why not? They both knew Anti killed those men in the alley but why? What was the motivation? Clearly he hadn't lost his murderous ways so then. . . why spare Chase? He had never spared him from suffering before.

Had Anti perhaps gone soft?

Anti stood in line waiting his turn to order his food. He had watched Chase do it plenty of times to know how and he licked his lips as he smelt all the wonderful lard-filled artery killers in the building. He didn't care though. He was addicted.

Once it was his turn, he was about to order when the cashier frowned at him.

"Chase? What are you doing here, dude? I thought you called in sick?"

This wasn't good. But he had a plan.

"Hm? Oh no. You must have me confused with someone else. I'm not Brody. I'm one of his brothers.  . . . Andrew." he gave a chilling smile.

The man looked at him closer and swallowed, "Oh. My apologies sir. I see. Yeah, Chase has blue eyes and shorter hair. You ain't him. Sorry for the inconvenience. What can I get for you today?"

Anti's unsettling smile must have frightened the poor soul. He was just a kid, after all. Couldn't be older than fifteen.

"It's fine, brat. I want three double cheeseburgers, two large fries, a large serving of cheese curds, two chocolate shakes and . . .  a caramel frappe. Whatever that is"

"It's basically frozen coffee with tons of sugar"

"Oh. . ..  I'll take two of those then"

"Dude, you're eating all that by yourself?" the kid nodded with respect, "Your metabolism must be on fleek, old man"

Anti's eye twitched, "Don't talk like that. It's annoying. Get me my food."

'I'm not old' he grumbled to himself in his head.

After a little while of waiting impatiently, he got his food and went to sit over at a table by a window so he could watch people like a creeper. He moaned as he ate the food, gobbling it up like the piece of trash he was.

He was sucking down his frappe when he nearly choked on it, seeing Jackie walking up to enter the building with someone else. Perhaps a coworker.

"Fuck"

Throwing everything that was left he could the bag, he practically ran out of the restaurant. 

Jittery from his coffee, he glitched a bit as he ran but found he didn't care when he safely hid away to finish his meal, 'The food's more important. I'll stalk him later. Couldn't risk the bastard catching me in a public place. Then they'd all be on my ass'

When he was finished with all the food, he wanted to get back up and go after Jackie but found all of a sudden he didn't want to. He felt like complete shit.

That, and he didn't realize what time it was, evidently. It had gotten pretty late.

He groaned in pain on the ground, sprawling out on the cool grass in the shade. He only just realized how close he was to the park. And just realized he didn't have anywhere to take shelter. It was getting dark out, now, after all.

He had seen a few homeless people here and there lay on the benches in the park. Perhaps he could get away with doing that, too? Whining, he picked himself up and stumbled to a nearby bench, curling up in the hoodie for warmth.

'Couldn't be the food that's hurting, right? Food is supposed to sustain the human body. But it only started hurting when I got half way through. Is this why Brody never orders that much?'

He felt sick but after a while, he fell asleep under the night sky.

The next day, Chase woke up snuggled in his warm covers. He felt physically better but emotionally, he was garbage. He couldn't stop thinking about Anti, even after everything he remembered.

He couldn't forget the time they spent together with Anti stuck in his head. Although he was an asshole, he did help him a lot and wasn't too bad. He was just like a little kid. He didn't know what emotions were but since he didn't kill him the other day, Chase was pretty certain it was because of that. He couldn't kill him.

At least that's what Chase wanted to believe. 

He remembered all their conversations. All the bribery with food and the realization of 'Static Man'. He could have hurt his kids but he didn't.

But if he didn't hurt Sammy and Kallie. . . . why kill Chase and Stacey's unborn baby?

Chase wanted to believe that maybe Anti didn't even know? But of course he did. How couldn't he have known with Stacey obviously showing?

Chase wanted to hate Anti . . . but he couldn't. Is that just how Sean made him to be? Naive and stupid? Oblivious? Did he just care too much? What was wrong with  him?

Marvin may disagree but Chase KNEW. That night he pulled the trigger. Anti had nothing to do with that.

From the look of it, he never actually intended it, either.

Why wouldn't he, though? He was the one who drove there and pointed the gun. Why wouldn't he expect it to happen?

With a sigh, Chase got out of bed and took a shower, taking notice of Marvin's absence. 

'He must be downstairs. I smell food cooking. Better not burn down my house'

Marvin was known for potions but definitely not for his cooking.

As if he predicted it, the smoke alarm suddenly went off and he could hear Marvin's cussing, "Shit!  . . Uh, EVERYTHING'S OKAY! DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT!"

After helping air out the house from Marvin's bacon incident, Chase just stared at him expectantly.

"What?" Marvin asked innocently.

"My microwave WAS white" they both looked over to see the now smoke-stained black microwave above his oven.

Marvin merely waved his hand at it, turning it white again, "There. Happy?"

Chase just looked him dead in the eye intimidatingly with his arms crossed, "Cool trick, bro. Now can you clean my oven, too? Maybe get rid of all the smoke smell in here? Wash the dishes and get rid of the black bacon and grease all over my floors and. . . .  ceiling?"

Marvin refused to look him in the eyes but did as asked, "Man, your dad-mode is fucking terrifying. No wonder Anti ran"

"Shut it"

"Where do you think he ran off to? There weren't any new deaths yesterday or last night. That we know of"

Chase shrugged, "Maybe he really did change"

"Doubt it. Remember what we talked about yesterday? Stop defending him"

"I'm not. It's just . . . . you didn't have him in YOUR head, Marv. It's hard not to give him the benefit of the doubt."

"He-"

"I know what he did, Marvin!!" he stopped him, "Just. .  .  wait, alright? I don't think we should tell the others yet."

Marvin sighed, "Alright. But if one of them dies, it's on you-" he shut his mouth too late, "Sorry. I didn't mean that"

Chase shrugged and walked out of the room, "Clean up your mess"

Anti woke up to something poking his face. Something giggling in front of him.

Snapping his eyes open, he saw a small child in front of him that had been poking him, "Mis'er?"

Anti glared at it, "What?" 

The little girl pointed at the ground and Anti followed the finger to see the pumpkin sculpture he had bought from Jameson broken on the ground in pieces. 

A part of him actually broke and he felt that burning in his chest and throat. Was he actually sad?

"It fell"

Anti glared at the little girl, "No shit, pipsqueak. Where's your fooking mother?"

She shrugged, "I don't know."

He snarled at her, "Well get lost, brat. I'm not your damned babysitter."

He reached down to pick up the pieces of the pumpkin only to accidentally  cut himself. He hissed and recoiled back, putting his finger in his mouth on instinct.

"Oh!" the little girl dug in her pocket and reached out a pink band-aid "Here! Here!"

Anti glared at her dangerously with his finger still in his mouth and growled but she wasn't phased, reaching her hand out to him.

Giving in, he finally gave her his hand and she opened the band-aid and put it on him. She was actually quite good at it.

When finished, she bounced up and down happily, "All better! All better!"

Anti's glare softened but he quickly covered it with a hard glare again, "You shouldn't be out here by yourself"

She shrugged, "Momma was by swings and now she not. A man got 'er"

Anti's eyes widened at that, "Ah. Maybe you should get help"

"Help?" she took his hand again and just stared at him.

"Dammit. Uh . . . fine. I'll get you to someone who can help, alright?"

Anti took off his hoodie, revealing a black T-shirt, to safely put the broken pieces of the pumpkin in and tied it like a bag before finally dragging the girl off.

Glitching just outside of Jackie's work place, he hid her away in the alley, "Stay here and don't move, alright? A man who looks like me is gonna help you"

"Okay!" she didn't seem bothered but then again, she was also way to young to understand anything that was happening.

Anti glitched his way into the building and found Jackie's phone. He made his way into it but before he could do anything, he stopped himself.

'Wait. Why am I trying to help Jackie be the good guy?' Anti glitched onto the roof of the building and clenched his fists tightly, 'He doesn't need a bigger ego. I could do it'

Biting his lip, Anti resigned himself, 'Can't be that hard'

Glitching down to the alley again, he took the little girl's hand and glitched with her back at the park again and they made their way to the swings.

The little girl was getting antsy but he kept a firm grip on her, looking around for any clues. He walked around farther away to a nearby parking lot and found an suspicious van with tinted windows, 'I've seen too many shows on TV to know that isn't good'

"Stay here" he told the little girl, "Don't move for anyone. I'll be right back with your mother, alright?"

The little girl nodded, "I want my momma"

"I know, brat. Just stay here. Got it? Here. Hold this. Keep it safe for me, alright?" he gave her the hoodie with the pieces in it.

She gave a firm nod with a big smile and Anti couldn't help but to give a small grin himself before shaking it off.

He stomped towards the van but it seemed that whoever was driving, noticed him and started the vehicle up withe intent to speed off.

Anti gave a smirk, "Wrong move, bitches" 

The van only got backed out a few meters before Anti glitched inside in between the two men up front and pulled out his knife. Before the man in the passenger side could shoot him, Anti stabbed him in the eye, grinning as the eye came out with the knife and the man slumped back in the seat dead.

The man in the driver's seat took his hands off the wheel defensively, crying.

"Oh for fooks sake, stop yer crying, ya cunt" Anti wiped the eyeball off on the scared man's shirt, "Anyone in the back with the woman?"

He shook his head frantically, "NO. Please sir, please don't kill me. Please" he cried.

Anti just curled his lip in disgust, "You kidnapped a woman. Probably many women and you expect me to go easy on you? I admit I've done a lot of crazy shit myself but sex trafficking? Come on. You deserve a one-way ticket straight to hell for that"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" The man sobbed disgustingly before Anti quickly stabbed him in the neck, slicing an artery. Anti giggled as blood sprayed out onto the car windows and on him. 

He laughed in content until the light left the man's eyes and he was dead. Anti removed his knife and wiped the blood off on his shirt.

Glitching out, he went to the back and opened the back door to reveal a woman on the floor tied up with her mouth duct-taped. Alone. It had only been those two men, after all.

The woman was scared seeing the blood on him but relaxed a little as he jumped in and untied her, removing the tape, "Oh my god, thank you so much!" she cried.

"Shut up or I'll put the tape on again. Your annoying brat is waiting for you outside."

She suddenly hugged him and rushed out to find her daughter.

Anti stayed shocked for a moment before shaking it off and leaving the van, himself. He went over to the two and nodded to the child being bear-hugged by her mother, "Kept it safe?"

The little girl held up his hoodie, "Good. Bye, brat"

"Wait!" the mother tried to stop him, "Who are you?"

But Anti glitched away, leaving her stunned.

Anti glared at nothing as he paced on top of a roof. It was the same roof he had spent that night after his last killing. Something wasn't right.

Of course it felt great to kill those men just as it had the gang members the other night. But something STILL felt off. Did it have something to do with that woman hugging him? The little girl's happy face?

He growled angrily, "I HAVE gone soft" small bits of electricity sparked off of him.

He didn't like this at all. Not one bit, "I'll have to fix that."

'And since I can't do anything to the other egos . . . . . perhaps it's time I paid an old friend a visit. Someone who ALWAYS makes my blood boil.'

He grinned, "This time I'm sure to feel just like my old self."