No Other Choice

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Anti let Chase bandage his leg where he had shot him.

He still felt horrible but what was more, was he didn't understand WHY he felt so horrible.

He killed all those people . . . but he had killed before so why was now any different?

Anti didn't feel anything for his victims before being so close to Chase. Before becoming human.

"You're quiet" Chase mumbled.

Anti glanced at him, "Thinking"

"Yeah?" he wrapped his leg in gauze, "What about?"

Anti winced, " . . . . All this pain  . . I didn't realize it would feel like this. . . . .to be human. So . . . so much pain"

Chase didn't look surprised, "Yeah, being human sucks. Luckily you're in control of yourself now again, though, right?"

Anti didn't answer him, " . . . . .All those people I killed-"

"Don't think about it"

Anti met his eyes, confused, "But-"

Chase shook his head, "If you start thinking about it too much, you'll spiral down and I don't even want to know what that would look like for you, man. Just. . . . maybe try and distract yourself? How about we watch some TV? I'll try ordering a pizza for us again. You're probably hungry, huh, dude?"

As if on que on the mention of food, Anti's stomach started to growl and his belly hurt, ". . . . yeah?"

Chase smirked, "Alright. You pick something on the TV and I'll order us that pizza" he pat Anti's leg.

Anti flinched, "Ow!"

"Oops, sorry" Chase forgot already and sheepishly darted into the kitchen and try and call in his order again.


When he was off the phone, he went back into the living room to see Anti laying on the couch.

He was watching a comedy.

"Hey! I know this one!" Chase laughed excitedly, "It's pretty funny. Here, let me get in on the couch here, man"

He gently lifted up Anti's legs and sat on the couch with him, allowing Anti's legs to rest on his lap.

In truth, Chase really missed this. Socializing with someone else. Taking care of someone. It was like Anti was filling in a gap in him somewhere.

"I don't get it"

Chase snorted, "Get what?"

"Their words don't make all that much sense. It's confusing"

Chase never thought he'd ever have to explain a joke to this creature, "Anti . . . It's just a joke. It's supposed to be a serious moment but they're manipulating it to be funny"

"I don't understand how it's funny, though. Her brother was killed and the policeman was making the other men in line sing a song the killer was humming. It was very unprofessional"

Chase rolled his eyes, "That's pretty much the show, Anti. They're supposed to be unprofessional. You wanna watch something else?"

He went to pick up the remote but Anti grabbed it before he could.

".  . . . . no"

Chase smirked and leaned back, enjoying the show until their pizza would arrive.

A good half hour drawled on by until there was a knock on the door.

Chase licked his lips, "Ah hell yeah. Dinner's here. Here, let me up"

He gently moved Anti's leg and went to the door.

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