Words of hate swirled around in his head, becoming harsher and harsher by the second. His shoulders slumped, trying to drown them out as he gave a small wince. Freak. Monster. Thatās all he was, really. Isa had made sure he knew it well. And really, who could blame her for leaving him, a good for nothing demon?
He was pulled out of his thoughts by the pressure of a knife against his throat. He inhaled sharply, the cold metal making him realise just how real this was. He could remove it. Nothing was stopping him. He could just abandon his plan, go on living his usual life, forgetting that he had ever thought about this, ever acted out on it. But Anti didnāt. He let the blade stay, exhaling softly and closing his eyes as he bit down hard on his upper lip. Was he really going to go through with this? Didnāt he have anything else to live for? He delved into his thoughts again, racking his brain for any possible answer. There were his kids, of course. He loved them dearly... but did it even matter if he could never see them? They would surely start to forget about him at this rate, if his ex-wife always kept them away from him. Keeping him away from the monster. He pushed those thoughts away, racking his brain again, until he came to the egos. He cared for them as well. Marvin, Henrik and JJ. But surely itād be better for them if he was gone? Wouldnāt he be ridding them of a burden? Thatās what the glitch felt like, at least. He paused, blinking, before smiling, a smile devoid of happiness, as he pressed the knife deeper into his neck. It stung slightly, specks of blood starting to ooze out of the new wound. He should just do it, already. Get it over and done with.
He jumped slightly as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Right. He had forgotten [REDACTED] was there. Sighing softly, he opened his eyes, green eyes meeting dark blue ones. The sharp edged weapon was still pushed against his throat as he started to tremble, looking away from the other. He chewed on his lip, stuck in thought again, before he finally returned his gaze back to [REDACTED], eyebrows furrowed as his eyes shone with indecision and hurt. Slowly, softly, he started to speak. āShould... should I..?ā The shorter man didnāt reply for a moment, look traveling down to the knife in Antiās hand before he looked up again, sympathy in his gaze. He gave a short nod. āItās the right answer.ā
The demon kept his eyes locked with [REDACTED]ās for a moment, before looking away and turning to the wall. He exhaled, and closed his eyes. He was going to do it. He was going to finish it here and now. Just a little slice, a quick movement, and it was over. And yet, as he stood still, his trembling worsening, he didnāt do it. After a moment of pausing, he let out a small noise of desperation, letting the hand drop away from his throat while the other ran through his hair, opening his eyes again. āI.. I canāt. Iām too much of a coward.ā He stood in silence, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he looked down at the floor, wondering why he couldnāt just do it. It wasnāt that hard! Just a movement of his hand, and it was all over. As he was thinking, [REDACTED] had crossed over from the side he was on to the other, passing an arm over Antiās shoulder as he pulled him closer to him. The glitch tensed slightly, but didnāt protest.
[REDACTED]ās gaze travelled down to the hand holding the knife, and he reached down, passing his own hand over Antiās as he gently guided it back over to his throat. āIāll help you through this, alright?ā The demon hesitated, then gave a brief nod, exhaling softly as he closed his eyes again. It was all going to be over soon. [REDACTED] lead his hand over the edge of the neck, and a devious smile tugged at his lips as he paused, and then made the other slice the blade across his own throat in one swift movement.
The glitchās whole body tensed as his neck was torn open, and his mouth opened in a cry which was never heard, opting out for pained gurgles instead. Blood spurted from the wound, and Antiās eyes turned unfocused as his head fell and as his body slumped in [REDACTED]ās hold. The manās grin widened at the sight of crimson pooling down the demonās neck, and after a pause, he let the body drop. Ragged breathing was all to be heard from Anti, and it was quickly starting to fade all together as the villain stepped over him, cocking his head as he gazed down at the figure on the floor for a moment. He was quite proud of what he had done, really, he had managed to get the ego to end his own life, and in such an extreme fashion too. [REDACTED] let out a chuckle, blue eyes glistening with satisfaction. āIt was nice knowing you, kid.ā And with that, he turned, casting one last look at Anti, before he exited the room through the window he had come in from, leaving the other to die, bleeding out on the ground.
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