For those of you who don't know, I'll be making a discord server in the near future for you guys for my Wattpad stories. I know there's a lot of conversations and comments. Tons of discussions that could be had about the 'Bean Patrol' and Anti and all my different stories. I think it will be kind of fun!

When I get it all set up and done, I'll let you all know :) If any of you have any suggestions about how to set up the server, please feel free to let me know!

Sean and Evelien were up late that night doing their own streams and videos.

Sean was just ending a video when he started to feel hungry, 'Wonder if we have any leftover pizza left?'

He wandered into the kitchen with BB at his heels, 'Evelien must've let him out of her streaming room' he thought to himself and made little noises to attract BB's attention.

"Hey there, little sir! You hungry, too?"

"MRAOW!"

"Geez, okay, okay" Sean chuckled and opened the fridge, taking out the pizza carton along with BB's wet food.

BB jumped up on the counter in wait as Sean got his food dish first all set and ready.

"Oh hey babe!" Evelien walked in, "You feeding Beebs? How did the video go? Did you play that one new game you said you were gonna try?"

Sean nodded, "Yeah, it was pretty good. Maybe I can get the boys to play the multiplayer version of it with me later this week"

He gave BB his food and turned to start reheating his pizza in the microwave, "Tried texting Anti earlier. Didn't get a response. You think he's doing okay?"

"Babe, I'm sure he's doing good. There haven't been any issues all week"

Sean snorted, "That we know of"

"You think Anti would lie to you?" she seemed genuinely confused, petting BB as he ate.

Sean sighed, "I THINK .. . . that Anti might want to lie in order to try and fit in. Just because he has no bruises or cuts doesn't mean he's not being bullied. But . . . he's been alone for a while. I wouldn't blame him for trying to do something like that even if it's fake"

Evelien hummed softly, "I think Anti's too stubborn do to something like that. But I could be wrong. Wanna try calling him? You can"

Sean shrugged, "I don't know. They might actually be hanging out for once. I wouldn't want to disrupt that. Maybe tomorrow morning I'll-"

'Ring ring! Buzz! Ring ring!'

Sean took out his phone from his pocket, "The hell?"

"Who is it?"

"It's . . . It's Marvin. . . . . He never calls me on the phone"

Anti felt he must have passed out at some point.

Some point after . . . .

After Henrik told him . . .. his lower half was paralyzed?

No, that can't be right. . .

But sure enough the next time he woke up, he ignored the others and tried to wiggle his toes.

Nothing happened.

He didn't know how to feel.

What happened!? Why!? What did this!?

He didn't know what to do. Should he cry? Shout? Yell out in anger? Should he call someone? Sean? Evelien? Dark?

Anti was so . . . . confused.

His heart ached.

He didn't listen to anything the other egos had to say. He was deaf to their words. Numb to their touch. Blind to their 'sad' faces.

And Henrik . . . why did he look so sad? He hated him, right?

Why did he look so . . . .

Then it hit him.

His earlier visit at the clinic with him.

The needle Henrik had jabbed into his hip . . .

If Anti felt anything in that moment . . . it was definitely rage.

Marvin suddenly popped back in the room after teleporting somewhere. Anti didn't care, though.

He had his eyes set on Henrik, who was admittedly looking ashamed. He had tears down his face as he tried to adjust the blankets covering Anti's lifeless legs.

"Anti?" he heard someone say his name but he didn't care. He glowered daggers at the doctor until he himself noticed.

Henrik just stared back at him, not knowing what to do or say. He already looked so guilty.

But Anti didn't care.

"You can't be this stupid. . . . . You know the truth, Anti"

That same voice in his head.

Anti's eyes glowed bright green and he started to glitch, causing the medical equipment to overheat and bust and the lights flickered above and around them.

Henrik couldn't do or say anything, staring back into Anti's pain-filled eyes.

He did feel arms around him, though. He knew this embrace all too well and his body unwillingly . . . relaxed. His eyes were still burning like fire, though. Leaking the lava that was his tears, it hurt so much.

Anti grit his teeth, snarling at Henrik.

"Anti, it's gonna be okay!" Sean hugged him, "Please, just calm down. What happened!?"

". . . . .. what . . . happened?" Anti seethed and suddenly ripped off his blankets, showing his legs, "THIS SON OF A BITCH PARALYZED ME! HE TOOK AWAY MY FUCKING LEGS! THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED! THAT'S WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED!"

Anti gave out a silent cry, gently shoving away a shocked Sean.

Henrik tried to look away finally but Anti leaned over and gripped Henrik's face, forcing him to look him in the eyes.

"ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉˀ ᶠᵒʳ ʷʰᵃᵗˀ . . . . ᴵ ᵈᶦᵈ ᴺᴼᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ . . . . ʷʰʸˀ"

The small of his voice was so haunting.

Henrik gripped Anti's wrist and sobbed, ". . . . I don't know. Anti . . Anti, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Anti"

Unfortunately . . .. he believed him. He didn't want to but . . .

Sean seemed to finally burst out of his shock and ran over to punch Henrik across the face.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? GODDAMMIT, HENRIK, WHY!? WHY!?"

Before he could beat Henrik, Jackie reluctantly walked over to lift him off of him.

Anti didn't even realize Evelien was in the room, too, until she was holding his hand.

He looked up to her. He didn't even realize he was crying, himself, until she wiped his tears away and hugged him tight.

She didn't say anything but she didn't have to.

Anti just held onto her and cried in her shoulder, leaning into Sean as well as he crawled into the bed with him to hold him.

The other egos couldn't say or do anything. They didn't want to stay and yet no one wanted to leave, either. Henrik was more or less extremely conflicted but still stayed. No matter what, he had to try and help. It was the least he could do.

The next day, Anti was in a wheel chair at the kitchen table. He still couldn't feel his legs but Marvin told him it was temporary. It would require some black magic and a lot of therapy but it wasn't impossible. Within a few months, he'll be walking with crutches!

But Anti wasn't too enthused at the news.

He wasn't too happy with anything at the moment, really. He just felt so . . .numb.

He tried desperately to move his feet and toes but there was just . . . it was like nothing was there at all! All of Marvin's words felt so meaningless. Like lies.

After a light interrogation, Henrik told Sean and the others what the drug was.

Apparently it was drug specifically FOR Anti . .. just in case Sean had ever been lying to them or was being puppetted. The drug was meant to take Anti down in the worst way possible. Make him suffer. Of course, he didn't know any of this would happen. The drug wasn't tested for one and two . . . . he didn't think Anti could EVER be . . . .

It was all just so confusing.

There was so much pain over this. He should have never made that drug.

And sadly, Anti wasn't out of the woods yet with this drug. The one seizure was just the beginning. The drug would cause multiple seizures over the course of his recovery and he'd suffer from headaches and dizziness. Anti also discovered that every time he glitched, he'd feel an intense pain crawl up his spine.

Needless to say. . . .

Sean didn't want Anti to stay with the other Septic egos anymore.

Right now at the kitchen table, he was trying to talk with him into either staying with him or going to Dark's with Dr. Iplier to help look after him until he recovered and Marvin could teleport back and forth to help heal his legs.

Anti hated this.

He felt so . . . . useless.

Just like in his nightmare.

The images stayed burned in his memory. It was strange to him because usually he'd forget the nightmares and move on with his day. Why remember this one?

He didn't REALLY hurt them, did he? Was Sean the liar?

He didn't know what to think or believe.

But even if he hated Henrik at the moment, he didn't want to be separated from the others. Not after they had all made such good progress together.

They all had talked more and spent so much time together, getting to know each other. He couldn't throw all that away now.

"Maybe. . . . " Anti breathed out, "Maybe Iplier could come here once in a while?"

Sean stared at him as if he were crazy, "Anti . . . I don't think-"

"I'm not gonna die, Sean. But I don't . . . I can't just go live with Dark and the Ipliers. . . . I don't . . .I don't think Henrik will kill me now"

"NOW!?" Sean shouted at him, "Anti . . . you can't seriously fucking trust him!?"

"Nope. Not at all. Not one bit"

"Then . . why? Why stay here around him?"

Anti's eyes turned stone-cold, "I can tell he feels bad. . . he went against an oath . . . he's suffering. . . just as I have. . . . AM."

Sean tilted his head at Anti's words, "It won't make you feel better, Anti"

"I don't care. I want him to live with his regret. I want him . . . to see me every day and be reminded of what he did to me"

Chase was also in the kitchen sipping on some coffee and doing the dishes when he heard Anti say this and he nearly choked on his beverage, 'Damn, he's cold. Although honestly, I'd probably do the same'

Sean thought about it for a few minutes until he finally sighed, "You really think that's what you want? To stay here? Have Marvin bring Iplier down twice a week to check on you?"

Anti nodded, "Yeah."

". . . . . okay. I'll trust you, Anti" Sean stared down at Anti's limp legs and bit his lip, "I hate your decision . . . but I'll go along with whatever you want to do. You deserve that"

Anti swallowed hard. He knew this was going to be a tough road ahead . . .

He only wished now he hadn't followed Marvin's advice in going to Henrik's clinic yesterday.

Earlier in the night when Anti had fallen asleep and Marvin had brought Basil down to cuddle with him and Evelien, Sean could barely contain himself as he spoke to his other egos.

"And you're sure nothing can be done NOW to help him?"

Marvin shook his head, "No. . . . I'm sure I can think of something, though. I got a few spells that could help with time"

"Time . . Jameson, are you sure you can't just-"

Jameson shook his head and signed to him, 'I'm afraid not. I can't go back so far before Henrik gave him that shot. It's too late'

Sean glared at Henrik, "I hope you're happy with yourself, Henrik. I hope it was worth it"

"It wasn't" Henrik spoke truthfully, "Really, I didn't even realize I did it until it had already happened. I just hoped that . . . I had hoped I was wrong. You can't imagine how sorry I am. None of you realize how much I regret it. It won't happen again. I can swear it"

"It better not, Hen" Sean refrained himself from hitting him. He really had to force himself not ot jump him and beat him to a pulp, "Because if you do . . . . I'll kill you myself"

"How interesting" the man smiled as he watched everything unfold, "I never thought things would turn out this way. Perhaps I'm losing my touch"

The man sighed heavily, "Oh how tedious this is, indeed! Not what I expected. I expected FAR more blood!"

He sat down in his chair and leaned his head in the palm of his hand, "Everything I try, nothing seems to work. It doesn't get. . . dramatic enough. I need something more. Something . . . . ."

He suddenly thought of an idea. Something sinister and chilling.

"Something more personal. . . . Memorable"

He slowly smiled to himself at the dastardly plan.

"Very memorable indeed"