All the egos seem to despise Anti, no matter how sorry he is. But the good doctor Henrik Von Schneeplestein seems to hate him more than everyone.
What will happen when Anti has had enough of the pain?
Will everyone still hate him?
Will Henrik still...
I push off the blue bedsheets and slide onto the soft white mat. I shuffle off the mat and onto the light wooded floor, making my way to the bathroom. I step in and do what I need to do before getting dressed in my scrubs. I grab my bag and walk out of the comfort of my room. "Have a good day, Anti," I whisper as I look at his closed-door before turning and walking down the stairs, saying goodbye to Jack, Marvin, Jackie, and Jameson.
Walking down the street, I take some time to process the talk I had with Chase last night. I can't believe it. There is no way I could have a proper crush on Anti. It could just be small feelings, but I can't be sure it's a crush until 4 months. "There's no way I can wait that long, though." I think out loud. I never truly believed in love at first sight, but there is a possibility this could be some form of that. Eventually, I arrive at the hospital, and the receptionist greets me with a joyful hello.
I walk into my office, thankful that Dr. Iplier hasn't arrived yet since he'd probably ask a heap of questions. Sitting at my desk, I get my paperwork out of my briefcase, which is more like a backpack. And I sit around, waiting for my first task of the day.
Anti's pov.
I pulled up my ripped jeans and slid on a tank top. I put on my vaporwave hoddie and neon green, punk styled ankle boots. I should probably take something with me, it's pretty far away from what I remember. I throw my laptop, USB, pencil case, and sketchbook in my army backpack, and I grab my checkered sunflower lunch box, creeping downstairs to pinch a couple of cookies, squeeze yogurts, and water. "Morning, Anti! What you up to this morning?" Jack cheers out of nowhere, making me flinch in surprise. I look behind me. "I just thought I'd get out the house for a while, you know?" That doesn't sound suspicious at all. Idiot. "You plan to stay out for long?"
"Is a day or two alright with you?" I ask quietly, hoping no one else is listening in. "That's fine," He says with a weary tone, "Just take something healthy."
"I have water!"
"I mean like some fruit or something. Schneeps would kill me if I let you live off cookies and yogurt."
"Fine. Can I take some teabags too?"
"Sure, why not."
"Thanks, Jack," I say, turning and grabbing some tea and an apple. I jog back to my room and put the lunchbox in my bag. I turn to my bed and pull out a clear tub, where I keep my weapon collection. I take off the lid, placing it beside me before observing my options. "I shouldn't take my regular knife. If one of the others sees it, they'll have my head. I need something smaller... Aha!" I say, taking my multicolored butterfly knife from the container and weighing it in my palm.
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"This should do it," I speak to myself, giving the knife a few experimental flips. I push the tub under the bed and close the blade up and tuck it in my pant pocket, grabbing my phone and earphones. I throw the backpack over my shoulders, but just as I'm about to walk out, I remember something. "Fuck, my gauges!" I run to the bathroom, almost running into the door. Ripping open all the draws, I find my earring box and place it next to the sink, opening it.
