clanwarrior-tumbly:

So I had the idea that Chase and the Reader are dating and they lowkey treat Soft!Anti as their son. Just being protective and comforting.

So here’s an angsty/fluffy story I came up with based off that 🙂

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“This is what you wanted, right?”

Anti stiffened up, turning to see Chase standing at the end of the hall. When he tried to glitch over, he realized he couldn’t.

Not only that..but he couldn’t move his legs either. He was completely rooted in the spot, as though he was glued to the floor.

“Why can’t you ever let me be happy, Anti? What did I do to deserve any of this?? Why are you so fucking determined make my life even more of a shithole?!!!” Chase berated the confused demon, who flinched at every question.

“Chase..I-”

“Zip it, demon. All of you are liars. You just wanna see me suffer. But I get it…you’ve made it pretty damn clear when you killed everyone I ever loved.”

There was a brief flash of light, and when Anti looked down, he screamed as he saw the bodies of not only Chase’s kids…but also yours down by his feet, surrounded by pools of blood. And in a nearby mirror he saw himself holding a bloody knife, his hair messy, and glitches dancing around his form.

“N-No…no, no, no…”

That wasn’t him. This couldn’t be real…right?

No. He was just having a bad dream.

Just a dream..just a-.

“You should’ve let me stay dead….then I wouldn’t be suffering through all of this. But it’s cool bro. I know you love your sick little games..”

Anti looked back, eyes wide in horror when Chase was suddenly standing in front of him. Before he could even react, the fatherly ego grabbed the hand that held the knife, bringing the tip close to his chest.

“Chase..wh-what’re you doing?” Anti tried to yank his hand away, but it was no use.

Then Chase jabbed the weapon into his chest with a grunt, blood immediately dripping down his grey shirt.

“CHASE HOLY SHIT DON’T DO THAT!! STOP!!! STOP!!!” The demon wailed, sobbing in terror as Chase only dug the blade deeper. What was even worse was that..he found himself unable to let go of it. No matter how much he tried, his fingers wouldn’t uncurl from the hilt.

“C’mon Anti..drop the act and finish me off like you wanted to do so long ago..” Chase taunted, blood dribbling from his lips, getting right in the other ego’s face. “Show me and everyone the mo͜ns͟ţer tha̕t y̕ou͞’̛ll ͏always̢ ̴be͏-”

………

“…and so Sam is determined to get Anti every holiday-themed bandaid she can find.”

“Awww that’s sweet. But that’s a lot of holidays she’ll have to look for, don’t you think?”

“Eh, for now she’s just looking for ones from his favorite holidays. Like, y’know, Halloween, Christmas, St. Patrick’s Day-”

A hum of static and a series of glitched hiccups and sniffles cut your conversation with Chase short. From the bed where you were both laying down, you sat up and saw Anti standing there in the doorway, tears streaking his face.

His eyes were frantically scanning the room, although he calmed down a little when he realized that you two were okay. There was no blood anywhere in sight, much to his relief.

“Anti? What’s wrong?” You asked softly, now wide awake and worried just as much as your boyfriend was.

“Yeah, what’s up?” 

“…i-it’s nothin’..” Anti mumbled, shaking his head before he backed away. “I’ll leave ya alone-”

“No c’mon over here.” You coaxed. “You can sit between us and we’ll talk, okay?”

At first he didn’t move, but when you and Chase shifted to either side of the bed, he eventually walked over and climbed onto it, sitting in the middle. You smiled, grabbing the bedsheet and putting it over his legs so he was more comfortable. “There. Now..what happened?”

From there, Anti started talking to you both about the nightmare he had about killing you and Chase forcing him to kill him, saying he was only pretending to be soft and kind to get an advantage.

Once he was done, you two just surrounded him with hugs as he broke down, mumbling “sorry” like a broken record and sobbing into your arms, his face buried in your shirts.

“Shhh, it’s okay, man..” Chase rubbed his back comfortingly. “I would never in my life accuse you of pretending to be kind. And neither would..any of us.”

“He’s right.” You smiled as you kissed the demon’s temple, like a parent would do for their child. “Whatever awful things people say to you in your nightmares are far from true. We all love you, Anti. We know you’re trying to become a better person and we’re proud of you for that.”

Anti sniffled softly, his sobs dying down as he looked up at you, smiling. “Th-Thanks..” He blushed a bit, slowly wriggling out of your arms. “That really..m-means a lot to me…”

Tears filled his eyes once more as you let go of him. You noticed and chuckled, wrapping him up in your embrace. “You still want hugs, huh?”

He shyly nodded, snuggling closer to you, while Chase affectionately ruffled his brother’s hair.