A/N - You can't keep secrets from someone you shared a brain with.
Anti watches curiously as the superhero he'd briefly shared a head with steps up to the prison walls. Other than the weird robot men, nobody's come to visit and this one, Silver is it, is the last person he's expecting.
"Do ̸I͟ ha͏v̢e͡ a ͝v͏is͟i̷tor?̧" his tone is mocking almost as he watches the man come to stand before the prison.
"Are you busy?" Silver stops, standing firm as he faces the prison, crossing his arms and glaring at the creature within. "It must be tiring, pretending to be trapped."
Anti frowns and with barely a thought, he glitches from inside the walls to the other side, standing toe-to-toe with the hero. Almost instantly he regrets it. The hero's about an inch or so taller than him and its hard to look intimidating when you have to look up to scowl at someone.
"W̡ha͠t̕ ҉do͟ y̴ou w̢an̨t?" Anti growls at him.
Silver shuffles in place, tightening his crossed arms hold on each other. "I want to fight. You and me. No holds barred."
Anti huffs a laugh, waiting for the punchline, but it doesn't come. If anything, the hero looks a hundred percent serious. Anti steps to walk in a circle around the hero, watching him intently as he does so. "W̧oul͡d a̢lmo͠s͠t ̸th̢ink y̢o̶u d͢on͡'̶t w̢ąn͡t ͜to̢ ̵wi͘n̷.͟" he considers. "I w̛on͢der̢ wh̵y ͝y͝o̵u̶ w̡an͞t̴ ̨th̢a̢t."
Except they both know he knows everything. You don't get inside someone's head without having unchallenged access to everything in there. Every thought every feeling, every last memory. Anti knows more about the hero than possibly any other being in this whole damn universe.
"M̨aybe͞ it'̕s̡ t̛h͞e ̕fea͢r of f͞a̧cing̵ the҉ pink͡ ̡w̡e͜ir͏do o̧r ̛the ac͠tual̷i̧s̴ed ̡self-l̷oat͏hi̵nģ.͡ I s͘up̸p̢o̶se i͘t̡ doe͡sn͜'t ̡he̵lp to̶ ha͡ve͝ m͢e̸ ̨and m̡y ͝b͝r̷o̢t̨he̸r͝ jųst ͘waltz̶ ̸in.̴ O͜r̕ maybe͏ i̢t'̵s t͘he th̵o̢ugh͜t o͏f͏ y͠ơur͏ ͡TV̸ ho҉st̛ b̴einģ j͏u̶s͠t̸ ̧l҉ike ̕eve̛r͟yone else͏ you'͘v͠e̢ ev͜er͠ lov̡e͢d͝.̷" As Anti speaks, he glitches around the room, sitting on a table, to standing by a workstation, sat on the floor. He's just leaping from place to place around the room until finally he glitches back in front of the hero and tilts his head at him. "Be̴tter̡ ͜o̕ff wit͠h͞ou͏t yo͝ư.͘"
Silver just glares at him and says nothing. There's no change to the anger on his face as he listens to every barb in the list of accusations. He looks no worse than when he came in and Anti sneers. Why isn't it working?
When he's certain that Anti is done being an ass, Silver steps forward and speaks quiet enough that the glitch has to lean in to hear. "I wonder why you pretend to trapped in this plastic box." he mutters. "Maybe it's because you're afraid of what you've become, and deep down you think you deserve to be treated like a monster."
Anti snarls and launches at the hero, who just kicks him back against the prison wall, which he hits with a loud thunk. By the time Anti recovers, the hero is gone. Every instinct screams at him to go after him, to tear the hero limb from limb, to show him just how afraid he isn't. But as he crouches, ready to glitch, he has a vision of his brother, Marvin, stood where Anti is now, hands pressed to the wall begging him to let the hero go.
With a growl, Anti glitches back into the prison. Today, the hero is lucky.