Say Goodbye (pt. 4)
It was Signe’s idea, if Sean is honest with himself, but he likes to think that he had a big part in actually bringing it to fruition. And of course, someone had to talk Anti into coming out again.
Now, as he hides behind the door to the convention room, watching the screen and watching the people enjoying his video, he’s so nervous and giddy that he can barely contain himself. When they see the first glitch, the audience starts to freak.
Anti glitches around in Sean’s head. He’s on edge. Sean can tell that much, but the glitch doesn’t say a word as they both watch eagerly.
The video goes dark for the first time and then reappears. The audience begins cheering wildly, and when it does it a second time, it’s Anti’s time to shine. He appears in a blaze of sporadic videos and giggles, glitching onto the screen with his signature bloodied neck. Signe had insisted on fake blood this time.
“Did you miss me?”
The roar of the crowd is almost deafening, and Sean takes step back, mouth agape. It’s a whole new feeling to see them react to one of his videos in person. Anti leans forward. He can feel their excitement charging him with energy like fire through his veins.
As the video goes on, the audience almost drops to an awed hush as the glitch conveys his envious message. “You found someone new! Threw me aside!” Anti whispers the words along with the video, “I’m not going anywhere.”
When the video reaches its crescendo and Anti’s final words ring out, the crowd starts to cheer again, and Sean can feel something inside of him spark wildly. Anti grunts in pain and starts glitching out of control. “What’s happening?” He coughs once, his head whipping around quickly at odd angles, and then he disappears. Sean feels the silence of it all the way down to his bones. He’s alone in his mind once again, and the video has ended.
Time to start the show.
Anti awakes backstage where he can still hear their excited screams and Sean’s playful banter with the audience. Their hearts are still racing. They hang onto his every word, but it’s all because of Anti. He looks down at himself, at his new body. He just needed that one last little push over the edge, and here he is, material. Whole. Well… mostly whole.
He traces his fingers over the cut along his neck. “Great, now ’m stuck with this,” he mumbles, but really, he’s so overjoyed, he doesn’t know how to react. And he can’t draw attention to himself, not here.
Anti stands, smelling the dust and the cold, recycled air of being backstage. Always in the background. He peeks around the curtain to look out at the audience’s excited faces. They did it, they gave him this, and it isn’t much of an existence. But it’s something.
And Anti wants more.
When the panel is over and Sean finally meets up with Signe again, Anti is nowhere to be found. “He just… disappeared,” Sean tells her. “When the video ended, something happened to him, and he disappeared.”
Signe curls a finger around a lock of her hair and nibbles at the corner of her mouth. “Maybe he appeared somewhere else? I mean, we have no idea how this works, right? So, anything could’ve happened.”
“I can’t believe ’m worried about him,” Sean mutters. “He tried ta kill me.”
“But he didn’t,” she replies. “For whatever reason, he doesn’t actually want to kill you. Even when he stole your body, he didn’t hurt you or me. So, maybe he’s not all bad.”
Sean takes Signe’s hand, lacing their fingers together and sighing. “Let’s hope not. Otherwise we may have just unleashed demon on the world.”