A/N - Nightmares are awful.
More than once over the coming days, Marvin kept having this strange nightmare of a dark shadow figure stood over him, its dark and wispy hand plunged into his chest and. slowly taking him of what little life he had left. He didn't fight it, he saw no reason to. There was very little in his life that was worth fighting for these days. Instead he turned his face away and waited for the creature to leave him be.
The nightmares were draining and Marvin often woke up just as tired as when he went to sleep, but honestly a few nightmares causing him restless nights? When all was said and done, he'd gotten off lightly. Eventually the shadow above him started to take shape looking more and more solid each time he saw it, even as it glitched and distorted above him. Then the inevitable happened, it started to look like Anti.
Tousled green hair (they'd both dyed their hair since they were 15), slight frame - slighter than usual actually, ripped black shirt, ripped black jeans, black gauges, and a scowling glare that could stop a man dead in his tracks. No hand was plunged into Marvin's chest this time, but a hand with clawed fingers was raised. Anti seemed to be deciding whether or not he wanted to kill him.
It's a nightmare. It has to be. Anti's gone, he destroyed him. Marvin's eyes were wide as he looked up, but eventually he just turned away, purposefully exposing his throat. Let it kill him. It's no less than he deserved. The air was buzzing low as Marvin waited for the strike, but it didn't come. Instead he felt the bed shift beside him, some weight pushing it down.
A cold shiver travelled down his back, his whole spine tingling like pins and needles as Anti laid down on the bedside him, leant up against his twin brother. Marvin didn't dare to look, silently crying as he slowly felt the figure start to fall asleep.
He cried again when he woke up and Anti was still there.