Oct 7, 2020
Hello I’m trash.
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Hello I’m trash.
41 with Anti and Chase
41. “Teach me how to play?”
Anti stood at the entryway of the Septiceye House living room, half hiding his body and peeking out to see Chase sitting on the couch in front of the TV. He had a game controller in his hands and the tip of his tongue was sticking out in concentration as he played. Anti could see what was happening on the screen but couldn’t connect how Chase was making it all happen, what button did what and how it all worked out.
He was still new to living in the House, he still didn’t feel like he fit in. After everything that’s happened, how could he? Anti had been lost and confused and went down a path that he thought made sense and worked but only caused pain to the ones who actually took him in when all was said and done. Anti could still hear Chase telling him that they would all work together and fix everything.
But Anti struggled to actually try beyond just staying out of the way.
“How long have you been there?” Chase’s voice snapped Anti out of his thoughts and he ducked away. “You can come in here.” Anti only poked his head out to look at Chase, his one eye glowing slightly in thought. Did Chase mean that?
“Really?” Anti asked in a quiet voice that glitched due to worry.
“Of course! You can play too!” Chase scootched over and patted the now empty spot on the couch. Anti blinked a few times before creeping into the room, giving Chase a moment to change his mind if he wanted to. “Give me a second to set this up and we can do two players, have you played this before?” Chase asked as he reached down in search of a second controller.
“I haven’t…and I don’t know how,” Anti admitted, now sitting and curling up to take as little room as possible.
“I got’cha!” Chase gave up on his search and pressed a few buttons, going to the menu and selecting a practice round. “Here.” Chase gave Anti the controller. “Follow the patterns on the screen and it’ll show you.”
“Uh…” Anti tried but kept looking from the screen to the controller since he didn’t know where the buttons were. “This isn’t working.” Anti gave in quickly.
“You got this.” Chase placed a hand on Anti’s shoulder, causing Anti to look at it and a weird warmth came to his cheeks.
“Could…” Anti swallowed thickly and Chase’s kind smile made him warmer. “Could you teach me how to play?”
“No problem!” Chase moved closer to Anti and pointed at the buttons. “Don’t think about the shapes, for now, think of where you touch to do things.”
“Okay…” Anti now struggled to even think since Chase was leaning against his arm, touching him with his chest, his…nice…chest.
“Anti, bro, you still here?” Chase asked with some concern.
“You have a nice chest.” Anti blurted out, blushing when Chase broke out into laughter. “I-I’m sorry!” Anti tensed up. “I just-I didn’t-I-I-”
“You’re a lot cuter than the others give you credit for.” Chase chuckled.
“Huh?” Anti wondered if he could catch on fire from how much hear was coming off of his face.
“Adorable yet deadly.” Chase moved so that his hands covered Anti. “But first, let’s get you playing, I need a healer.”
“O-Okay.” Anti squeaked out, letting Chase take over and show him how to play.
Drabble Prompts
How about Chase and Anti (shipped) with # 17 please?
“This movie sucks.”
“Shhh.”
“It’s terrible.”
“Anti, please.”
“I’m right!”
“I like this movie. Can I please just enjoy this movie?”
The two lapsed into silence for a moment, Anti huffing into Chase’s hair as his boyfriend snuggled deeper into his lap. Instead of watching the awful, terrible, really bad movie that Chase had picked out that involved horrible clay characters that stared right into his soul, Anti fussed with the blankets. Although he’d never admit it to Chase, he was sweltering under all of these layers combined with Chase’s body heat. Whatever made his boyfriend happy- but the movie was not nearly as tolerable. Anti was part demon. He could deal with heat. He could deal with his slit throat and his body glitching into a thousand different pixels. This movie, however, was torture he had never experienced before, and never wanted to experience again.
“Home Alone is better.”
“You just like Home Alone for the violence.”
“Well, yeah- that’s what makes it better.”
“We’re not watching Home Alone again.”
The characters on screen started singing some humiliating song about blues on Christmas that made Anti want to rip his ears out. Chase was humming along to it, which would have been sweet if Anti wasn’t currently dying.
“Die Hard is a Christmas movie.”
“It is not a Christmas movie, Anti.”
“But it’s better than this.”
“If you say one more thing about the movie I’m going to make you watch the next one.”
Anti’s eyes widened in horror.
“There’s another?!”
Aparently this is good so-