All I Have

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“Please,” Anti whispered, tears dripping down his face.

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“Please,” Anti whispered, his shoulders shaking from holding it in.

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“Please,” Anti whispered.

“I-I didn’t mean to Anti,” Dark said, his colors going out for the first time in months. In his hands he held a burned, tattered stuffed toy, something that had once had been cherished. “I’m sor-”

“Sorry?!” Anti shouted, glitches starting to appear as his fingers began to twitch and his eyes began to glow. “You promised you wouldn’t touch it! You fucking promised!”

“I didn’t fucking know it was there!” Dark shouted back, anger slipping through a little before he stopped himself. “I was just trying to wash one of your jackets and you left it in your pocket.”

“So it’s my fault?” Anti whispered, his body stilling for a second.

“No- No it’s my fault,” Dark said, looking at Anti with soft brown eyes. “I’m s-”

Anti punched him. He hit the ground, trying to blink tears back from his now-broken nose as his vision filled with glitches, with static.

“Goddammit!” Anti screamed, his voice jumping and layering itself as he spoke. “Goddammit!”

“St-” Dark tried to tell him.

Anti kicked him and he felt something crack in his chest. His back hit the floor.

“Anti-”

“Goddammit!” Anti screamed one last time before he really began to hit him. His fists sent blow after blow into Dark’s face, sending a wave of impact through him with every hit, and after a while Dark just stopped fighting back.

“How could you?!” Anti howled at the now still body that lay on the ground. “How could you?!”

Then he started to kick him.

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Finally the door opened and Jack was there. He looked at Anti with a horrified look, blood draining from his face.

“P-Please,” Anti whispered, holding the body of his only friend in his arms. “I-I broke him.”

“I-Is that Mark?” Jack whispered, swaying on his feet as he looked at Dark.

“I-I can’t fix him,” Anti said, finally letting himself sob as he crumpled to the ground, his body curling around the only person he had ever cared about. He started to wail. Wail from sorrow, from regret, from grief.

After a moment of hesitation Jack stepped towards him and touched his shoulder, as if he could offer him support. Anti’s head shot up, black eyes filled with tears and desperation looking up at Jack.

“P-Please,” he sobbed. “Can you fix him?”

“I ca-,” Jack tried to say, but Anti grabbed him in a grip that almost broke his wrist. Tears streamed from his eyes as he looked at Jack.

“Please,” he begged, his voice almost a whimper. “He’s all I have.”

I DID A THING FOR THIS WRITING CAUSE
THIS MADE ME SO SAD 
POOR BABY I CAN'T 
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUBMISSION I’M GONNA GO CRY NOW.