With a gruff sigh, he looked around the rest of the house, yet to no avail. There wasn't a sign of an answer to the problem that had been placed in his hands.

Then, the realization hit him like a truck.

~

Antisepticeye thought to himself as he kept searching throughout the house. It just occurred to him that Dark had left him nothing. Nothing. He was no help to Anti.

None of them were.

None of his brothers, his friends, any of them, ever tried to help them. He always had to look after himself and his brothers. And what did they do to thank him? Ask him to die peacefully. It was pathetic!

Well, if they weren't going to survive with him, then they could die alone.

Anti threw something, he didn't know what, across the room to smash into the wall, making a hole between the room and the hallway just outside.

He screamed in fury, realizing that he was alone, surrounded by useless people that weren't worthy to be called his brothers.

After his little fit, Anti collected himself the best he could and exited the house, kicking down the door as he walked out.

There was little thinking as Antisepticeye walked home; there wasn't much to think about. He was going to die along with all of his family even though he was the only one who actually tried to stop it, to save their existence!

Fate had a cruel sense of humour.

As Anti stormed inside his house, he caught a glimpse of Jackieboy Man looking up. With a wave of fury, he walked up to him and picked him up by the collar of his red leotard.

"Why don't you stop acting like a pussy-" Anti threw the superhero across the room, where he crashed into the wall, "and do something!" The man didn't even flinch, just stare at the ground.

"Brother-" the demon's brother tried to start, but Ant didn't let him.

"No! NO! Shut your stupid mouth!" he screamed. "I'm here working my ass off, and all you assholes do is sit around moping like the cowards you are!"

Neither of them said anything. "I'm the one trying to save this damn family, and you're not helping me!" Anti grabbed Henrik and slapped him across the face. His surgeon mask fell off, and he fell to the ground, looking concerned.

"I don't know what you're talking abo-"

"Shut up! Just SHUT UP!" the angry demon kicked him back, making him groan and clutch his stomach. "You're all useless to me. All of you!" He strode back to the door and looked back at his brothers. "I tried to help you. Not anymore. You can all go die if you wanted. I wouldn't give a rat's ass," he snapped as he slammed the door, effectively cutting himself off from the last remaining family that he had.

Anti stayed standing on the front porch, wondering what he should do now that he was free from the burden that he once held.

He already dug himself a grave, might as well finish it. With a gruff sigh, Anti stuffed his hands into his jean pockets and went to find something else that would save him.

It had been a few weeks. Lately, he had felt emptier, more hollow. He knew that it was a sign that his brothers were gone. They had left without him, and they were probably grateful about that. There was another feeling that he had that he hadn't known for most of this life... loneliness. Anti waved it off; it was probably just side effects from fading.

It was when he felt a stutter in his heart that he paused to worry; that hadn't happened before. Then it happened again. It was so small and insignificant, a regular human wouldn't be able to sense it, but Anti could. It was like a fluctuation or palpitation of some sort. What was happening?

"Go away," the demon grumbled to himself, but it just happened again, fluctuation even more.

Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-d-dump. Ba-dump.

There was something wrong with him. Was it his turn? He couldn't be. Not now, at least. He needed more time!

When the same unnatural throbbing happened to his head, he started to panic.

"I need more time!" he growled, looking around to whatever deity was listening, deciding his fate. "I just need more time!" He groaned as a sharp pain stung the side of his head. All of a sudden, the hearing in his right ear felt muffled, and there was something wet trickling from it. As he put a finger to his earlobe and pulled it back, he saw a murky black. Why was he bleeding?

None of the other septiceyes bled.

Was that how he was supposed to die?

"I'm not done!" he just kept shouting, staring at the sky to whoever was watching him. "I have more to do!"

No one replied as there was a metallic and acidic taste in the back of his throat. His head throbbed along with his heart, and he spat out a glob of blood. His back felt sore, his joints weak.

"No... please, no," he rasped, starting to lean against the wall. His heart was pounding wildly and out of rhythm with tears starting to stream down his face.

He felt lonely and oh, so very isolated from the people that loved him.

He missed them.

And when he fell to the ground, staring up at the beautiful, bright sky, he felt scared. When he felt the blood clog up in his lungs, he realized that he was completely and utterly alone.

He wished he was with his family.

He wished he was home.