A/N - But can you tell?

The last thing Anti remembered was the flash of light before he tore to shreds and scattered into who the fuck knew where. After that he was nothing. Nothing real at least. Maybe dust, or particles or something, but nothing that any human words could ever hope to explain. The closest he could probably get was he was no longer human, a very unreal experience for him.

The world around him kind of….wasn't. He knew there was something but it didn't look or feel like the world he knew. It was broken, like a malfunctioning video game. Things weren't lining up properly, some things were completely missing. It was wrong and the more he looked at it the more he wanted to tear it apart until it made sense.

Anger. Rage. The only thing that seemed constant. A deep unbridled hatred for everything and everyone. For school. For his parents. For his friends. For Marvin. Everything. Tearing it apart would make things better, and even if it didn't, at least it would be fun.

The first time it was an accident, somehow managing to plunge his not-arm into Marvin's chest as he slept (it's best not to think about why). Strength poured directly into his pieces, enough that he could pull himself together enough to have a vague non-form, really only visible in the dark. Not solid, not human. Still the world made greater sense, stitching together a little more. Still not the world he knew, but it gave him an idea.

Whenever Marvin fell asleep Anti would reach into his brother, drawing out what little strength he could. It was like drinking a milkshake through a straw with a hole. It wasn't easy, and could easily be dismissed as not worth it but with each little draw, Anti felt more himself and he refused to give it up.

Marvin woke a few times but did nothing. Not that it would matter if he did. Anti had no mouth but he felt a smirk as he considered how fun it would be if Marvin did try. How fun it would be to throw the marvellous magic man against a wall and listen to his bones break like twigs.

With each night his form took more shape, his body felt less scattered. It was obvious he wasn't human any more which made it so easy to hide from Marvin during the day. Anti's world was still splintered, glitching, and broken, but soon he realised it was his to use as he wanted. Stupid world rules meant nothing, he could break them with a thought. Electric lines were his new highways, walls were meaningless. A whole new world and it was all his.

All he had to do was kill Marvin and he would be finally be free of that dick's impossible shadow.

Except…

As he stood over Marvin, his clawed fingers raised, ready to end it, to strike him down, Marvin woke up. Something tugged at him, pulled his hand down. Like a fresh wound, one that would never heal, begging him not to do it. A distorted and damaged memory from long ago rose up. Anti stood over an asshole who tripped Marvin up for some dumb bully reason. The kid was sporting a great big shiner.

"No one hurts my brother!"

But he was. Anti was…

He glitched, his world distorting and breaking around him for a moment.

Anti climbed onto the bed beside Marvin, turning his back to his brother and pressing up against him as much as he could.

He couldn't let his brother get hurt. Especially not because of him.