Partner In Crime?

                                    

                                          


                          
Trigger Warning!- This chapter contains gore. Trigger warning will be labeled below
                          


                          


                          
Jackie walked in the abandoned computer warehouse in his black and red suit. Or as Anti called it, blood-streaked.
                          
'Hasn't been long since Anti and I fought here. Then that earthquake happened. Hope he hasn't figured it out already and set me up' Jackie was sweating already.
                          
He tried to keep reminding himself what him and Marvin planned but it was hard to keep his mind in one place with how anxious he was.
                          
He kept trying to keep it together, though.
                          
Give Anti the taser. Tell him he snuck it out of the gang's clutches and that it was the only one of its kind. Marvin had placed a sort of tag on it to mark it as such. They had to make this as believable as possible but the rest had to come from Jackie's end if he could sell it.
                          
Then the next step was secretly placing a tracker on Anti so it'd be easier to follow him. Then he could find out a lot faster where that glove was. If he even had. If Anti didn't . . . . ..  he didn't know who it could possibly be then.
                          
Over and over, Jackie thought this all through, nodding to himself.
                          
Unbeknownst to him, a curious glitch was watching him from the rafters. You'd think Jackie would have known from their last encounter?
                          
Anti had never been so curious about someone that wasn't an ego before.
                          
But here he was, watching the man intently. What was his game? What did he possibly want?
                          
Did he really want to help him? And why?
                          
Why was that cat so important to him?
                          
Why did Anti secretly miss that cat? He hoped it was doing okay, oddly enough.
                          
'Well sitting up here all night watching him isn't going to answer my questions' he finally came to that conclusion, standing up on one of the beams, 'Let's see how high I can make him jump'
                          
Anti glitched down to meet him, standing behind Jackie, still as a statue. He waited for the man to turn around but he just stupidly stayed still in that spot. . . . waiting for him.
                          
Over a minute passed and Anti was losing his patience, 'Is this guy that oblivious?'
                          
But Jackie knew. He could feel him as soon as he glitched but he wanted Anti to come to him so he didn't acknowledge him. That, and it was a fun way to piss him off 'unintentionally'.
                          
Finally Anti had enough and growled out, "Hey Fuck-face!"
                          
Jackie didn't flinch but turned towards him, "I was wondering when you'd show up"
                          
Anti glared at him, "Can't tell if you're brave or stupid. Both are bad qualities to have as a . . . . what did you call it? Neutral?" he started walking around him almost in a stalking manner, "Although I'd say doing things all and only for yourself would make you more of a neutral villain, correct? That's the description you used, after all"
                          
Jackie shrugged, "I guess. It doesn't matter, really. Now do you want your info or not?"
                          
Anti snarled but stopped walking around him, coming to stand directly in front of him, glitching a tad, "Hmph. . . . . what do you have?"
                          
"I said I'd help you with your problem" Jackie reached into his pocket, making Anti tense, standing more defensively, "Easy there, glitchy" Anti bared his teeth at the nickname but allowed him to continue.