Jackie had a plan.

A very stupid plan. 

He didn't think he could tell anyone else so he just decided to continue on his mission on his own. This was his problem, after all.

Anti was after him and he had to admit, he wasn't as worried as he should be.

After spending so much time with him already, he didn't seem as aggressive as he used to think. Sure, he murdered that entire gang but as Anti said, they deserved it. 

He almost couldn't believe he agreed with him.

But Anti was also sort of dumb. Here he was actually spending time around Jackie himself and didn't even realize it! And how could he just trust someone in a full on mask and suit with no indicator of what he really looked like? Perhaps Anti trusted him more because he didn't know what he looked like at all.

Anyway, the plan was both complicated and simple at the same time. He had seen it in movies a lot and he was pretty sure he'd be able to pull it off. 

He hoped so.

Jackie had to either give evidence that he found 'himself' or tell him where he found him. Then him and Anti would both confront the 'hero'. Now that part would be a problem.

'I'm so fucking screwed here.' he thought to himself, 'Am I too deep in this? Should I just bail?'

But then he remembered something big!

Jackie shouted to himself and pounced up off his seat, running off to Marvin's screen. He had forgotten all about the tracker!

He didn't have to confront him with 'Blood-streak' after all!

And it was just his luck Anti wasn't in his apartment right now.

'I really hope the glove is there. Unless he's hidden it elsewhere. Otherwise we're back to square one.'

Swallowing the build-up of saliva in his throat, he grit his teeth and finally made his decision.

But just in case, he put on his Blood-streak suit and mask.

Anti was outside of Henrik's office. He had come back to work after presumably going to go see his kids. 

'If I remember right, he had twins. Didn't think he actually still went around them all the working he does here'

But he  just figured that was what family did anyway, not that he really knew.

The doctor was on his computer looking at patient documents.

The closer he got, though, the sooner he realized whose documents they were.

And he was pissed.

Glitching furiously, Anti couldn't contain himself, 'That bastard! He. . . .' he was starting to see red and he clenched his fists, 'When I see that son of a bitch, I'll fooking kill him!'

Henrik went to take another sip of his coffee but something caught his eye.

He looked at the reflection on his computer to see strange lights and swallowed fearfully. He knew who it was.

But before he could twirl his chair around and confront him, Anti did it for him and leaned to hover over him.

Henrik lost his breathe, staring up into Anti's murderous glowing eyes.

To anyone else, it'd look like he was afraid of Anti.

That was not the case.

The doctor growled up at him, "You ignorant baboon! Get off of me!" he slapped Anti across the face, "You're glitching with infect my computers, du lusche!"

Anti was surprised. The last time he had confronted Henrik, he had tried choking him out of anger until Jackieboyman had come to his rescue. He flinched back and held his cheek with his hand, effectively subduing him.

"Bastard" Anti mumbled, "And where exactly have you been, doc?"

Henrik stood from his chair, not to be seen as submissive, "I do not know vhat you mean! Get out of my office, now!"

"No." Cheeky as always, Anti smirked at him but frowned once more seeing he computer screen, "Are those documents really true?"

Henrik glanced back to the computer but covered the screen with his body, "You saw them. You decide if you believe it. Zhat is your choice"

Anti snarled at him, "Is he or is he NOT healed!?"

Unconsciously, Henrik was more or less surprised at Anti's change in nature. Usually he'd just try and kill him or torture him. What was stopping him now from getting the information he wanted?

But the doctor didn't see what it could hurt, "Of course he's healed. Vhat vould you expect?"

Anti looked even more upset.

"Vhat? Did you really think you had killed him?" Henrik chuckled at his expression, "You'd have to do better than th-"

"He hasn't been around since that day of the earthquake. Or did you not know that, Doc?"

Henrik blinked, stunned into silence, "Vhat? You are lying. Jackie vould never neglect his duties! It means too much to him!"

"Does it really?" Anti smirked once more, "Because apparently you've been gone for longer than you thought. Red Riding Hood hasn't shown himself even when I caused trouble in the city. Guess he's been taking doctors orders a bit too far with the rest, huh?"

Henrik looked away, frantic all of a sudden. Had something happened to him possibly while he had been away?

"Why were you gone for so long anyway, doc?" Anti teased, "You don't usually spend so much time away from your office like you did this time"

Henrik twitched, "Zhat is none of your business. Now get out of my office!"

Anti huffed and rolled his eyes, "Surely your stupid kids don't miss you THAT much"

"I SAID GET OUT NOW!"

Anti wrinkled his nose in disgust, "Whatever. I'll be back for you later. Red is my primary objective right now. And as soon as he's dead, I'll come after you next, don't you worry"

Henrik just smiled sadly, putting Anti off a bit, "And I'd be all too happy to die"

Anti rolled his eyes, thinking the doctor was just being dramatic and glitched out of the office, leaving Henrik by himself once more.

The doctor wouldn't be for long, though. He had to call Jackie and see just what has been going on since he had been gone.

Jackie entered through the window. He didn't want anyone seeing him coming up through the front door just in case someone watched for Anti. 

Unlocking the window, he slipped inside where the tracker had led him to believe where he lived. And really, he couldn't believe it. He'd expect Anti to be living a bit more . . .better than this.

Sure, he had furniture and a few personal belongings and a TV but it appeared that perhaps he had taken most of those things from a junkyard or something.

The wood and fabric on the furniture had stains and rips and tears. Chips on the wood or burn marks. The apartment smelled of stale smoke from previous owners and residents in rooms around around him. He knew that Anti didn't smoke, at least.

Taking a small breathe through his mask, Jackie walked around carefully. He brought Marvin's tracking screen with him just in case Anti would be on his way home again but nothing was registering yet.

He quietly watched around the kitchen and living room, looking for anything suspicious. He looked under Anti's futon and in drawers and cabinets but couldn't find anything yet.

Then he propped open the bathroom to peek inside and looked through drawers and the medicine cabinet. The only thing that caught his attention, though, was the stash of medicines he had. Tylenol and Ibuprofen. Sleeping medication. Depression meds. 

'Didn't know he was on meds like that.' Jackie thought to himself, looking at the pill bottle in the cabinet, 'Same meds that Chase takes.'

He was careful not to touch anything, though just in case Anti would be looking for that. He didn't want any evidence of him being there.

'Unless he uses those kind of pills for drugs' Honestly, Jackie would believe that, too.

But legitimately, it was more plausible for Anti to be taking them in the correct manner. It wasn't uncommon for any of the Septic egos to be taking depression medication, after all, and most of them did have insomnia.

But there was still no sign of the glove.

Jackie finally arrived to Anti's bedroom. Once again he was surprised at how little he owned but chose not to dwell on that. Perhaps he was just a minimalist.

Jackie picked up Anti's mattress and looked under his blankets and pillows. He only found knives and other sharp objects which he wasn't surprised by. 

Then he spotted his closet.

Jackie opened it up and peered inside. There were only a few pairs of clothing but there was a box sitting on the floor.

He leaned down and opened it to find a laptop, photo albums, a small journal, some old Jacksepticeye merch and an old Septiceye Sam plush.

Narrowing his eyes, he opened one of the albums first. Inside were frightening pictures of all the egos except for Marvin. Chase and his kids, Henrik, Jameson and himself. They seemed to be pretty stalkerish. Luckily, though, there weren't any pictures of him in his civilian clothes.

Jackie flipped through the book for a bit to finally realize something. There was a common thing that he noticed with all the pictures.

They were all smiling. Happy and having fun.

Except for Jackie. Anti had pictures of him saving some civilians or an occasional pet.

He figured the only reason there weren't any pictures of Marvin in the albums was because Anti could never find him. Marvin did cover his tracks pretty well, after all.

'I would have never thought. . . ' Jackie was creeped out but also. . . . he felt kind of bad for Anti.

Did Anti take these pictures purposefully? Was he sad when he took these? Or was it to just watch their daily routines to better catch them off their guard?

Jackie then picked the Septic Sam plush, smiling at it. Anti didn't need this. He didn't need to keep it so why did he? Same with the merch. 

He didn't have the time to try and figure out Anti's computer password so he left that be but peered at the journal.

'Did he even write in it at all?' Jackie was about to open it when Marvin's screen went off and he panicked.

'Fuck, he's nearby!' Jackie gulped and did the one thing he probably shouldn't have.

He took the journal.

As fast as he could, he bolted out the window and ran.

Anti knew something was weird right away though when he walked into his apartment.

He felt something strange. Like something didn't belong.

Something wasn't right.

Quickly, Anti slammed the door behind him and looked around his apartment, making sure nothing was taken.

'I need to look at my cameras' walking into his bedroom, he knew right away though that someone had been in there. His bed sheets had been moved and his closet door was cracked just slightly.

His heart beating fast, Anti whipped the closet door open, whipping out his computer. He didn't even notice anything was missing.

He typed in his password and got on, logging into his security system to see what had happened on the cameras. 

Imagine his shock when he saw the very person he was just starting to trust break into his apartment.

Anti was numb, though, watching. Apparently Blood-streak was just checking everything out. Just looking around. But Anti could sense it was something more. He was looking for something.

'What are you looking for?' Anti thought to himself, 'Not only did you put a tracker on me . . . but now you're stalking me, too?'

Not that Anti blamed him. He'd do the same if he knew where he lived.

But he couldn't help but to feel a little betrayed.

And then he saw something that really got to him.

Blood-streak opened his closet an opened the box he was just in, looking through the albums and merch he had. 

'Is he just. . . . maybe seeing what stuff I had on Jackie, maybe, to help with his pursuit?' he thought naively. 

Something apparently had alerted him suddenly though because Blood-streak looked in a panic, snatched his journal and bolted out.

'That must have been when I got home.' Anti wasn't angry. He was disappointed.

Why would Blood-streak steal  from him? Did he just want to know more about him?

He clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes with a soft, dark smirk.

'Two can play at that game, partner. You're not the only one with surprises up his sleeve. I'll forgive you for now. There's nothing of importance that you'd understand in that book and I'll get it back. . . . . . you just better have a damn good excuse for it'

Anti unconsciously rubbed the back of his neck, just barely feeling the tracker with  the pad of his finger.

'I'll keep it on for now. Then when you least expect it, I'll show you who's really in charge here.'

 Du Lusche means 'Useless idiot/jerk in German apparently :)