Has Anti just straight up murdered a human after bringing them home?

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that’s why he can’t find a date my dude.

he’ll take them out (nervous and awkwardly) to their favorite restaurant, then a walk through the park at dusk, the park lights illuminating their face. the human smiling and resting their head against anti’s shoulder.

“ya know what? i’m having an amazing time with you,” they smile, “you’re not as scary as my friends said you were.”

anti chuckles and blushes and he wraps an arm around the human’s waist. he’s never felt warmth like this, his cold skin contrasting with their warm touch. the two of them passing by a late night ice cream shop.

“erm…” anti blushes again. he’s not good with, well, attractive people. acting more like a teenage boy on prom night then on an actual date, “do you want a scoop?”

“of course!! oh gosh, i hope they have strawberry!! whats your favorite–”

“STRAWBERRY.” he blurts out, wanting to relate to his date. yeah, strawberry, all humans like sweet stuff. “b-because,” he stutters, seeing how shocked the human is at his reaction, “i-it’s as…sweet as you…?”

there’s silence.

and silence.

and more silence.

before the human nuzzles into anti’s coat, giggling, “you’re so adorable.” they coo

***

“wow, very…uh, gothic!” the human says as they walk around anti’s apartment. ice cream in hand. the dark walls and blood red carpeting reminding them more of a hot topic store than an actual home.

“home sweet home.” anti says. the urge coming on as he grabs his good old Babe – the name of his trusty knife. the human’s back still towards him as they look at the pictures anti has taken with the egos – framed to the wall.

“uh…” they ask, “do you have twin brothers? these….well, you all look identical.”

“well, you could say that.”

“i’m glad i got the best one then–”

“…what?” anti stops, lowering Babe. expression softening.

“i have a hunch youre the best one,” hey smile, “youre so different. mysterious. thoughtful. playful. and so smart,” they turn around. anti hiding the knife and standing still.

he freezes up as he notices the human leaning in to kiss him. pouting as the scarf he’s wearing stops them.

“i’m just, um…”

anti doesn’t say anything as they pull back the scarf. letting it drop to the floor as they kiss him gently on the lips. the two of them fitting like puzzle pieces, a shiver running up anti’s spine. toes curling in his shoes.

no…maybe they can work. maybe they can be the lucky one. maybe he doesnt have to kill them like all the others before them–

“OH MY GOD–” the human cowers back, “W-WHA….WHAT IS THAT?! WHEN DID?!” they point to his neck. the black, almost ink like, blood seeping out.

“JESUS CHRIST ITS – WE NEED TO CALL FOR HELP–”

yeah, no. they weren’t the one if they freaked out this badly over blood and gore.

he simply raises his knife and murders them quickly. the most noise the human makes is a gurgling on as they slum forward. dead and cold. their warmth already fading. their red blood seeping into his scarf on the floor.

***

“again?!” dr. schneeplestein groans as anti brings him a large trash bag with blood leaking out of it.

“eh, they were okay.”

“anti–” the doctor sighs and face palms, “you CANT keep killing dates and expect me to take care of it. cant you give one a chance?! im tired of faking death certificates and identies!”

anti shrugs as he kicks the bag, “this one got as far as doing that human thing where they connect lips. still screamed when the scarf came off.”

“wait…this one,” the doctor cringes as he takes a look inside the bag, “actually kissed you? and you still killed them?”

anti nods, and leaves the office. a frustrated schneeplestein groaning as he gets to work. anti going out of the building that held all of his other fellow egos’ offices. looking up at the midnight sky.

maybe one day he wont murder someone in cold blood after bringing them home. maybe there is someone out there for him.

but who cares when its so fun to kill?!