{{Sometimes I Like To Sit Here And Become Increasingly Feral Over The Fact That Antis Fixation On The

{{Sometimes I like to sit here and become increasingly feral over the fact that Antis fixation on the viewer is all but canonized and the writing team even still is violently aware of the amount of simping going on. Likely using that to their advantage.

Anti is so hungry for the viewers attention it falls into a category of almost unhinged reverence.

He's like a feral cat dropping a bird carcass at our feet, looking up at us expectantly for any sort of reaction.

But at the same time the only thing he seems to want from us is obedience. Giving commands in hopes we'll be so struck by his intentions, so curious as to what fucked up stunt he'll pull next we'll have no choice but to follow his lead in hopes of getting answers.

And the moment we do finally give in, going so far as to hack into the I.R.I.S security mainframe in search of those aforementioned answers. He quite literally pulls us through the screen so, gently, it borders on loving. Only to plop us down beside him at the scene of an active massacre.

Is it love? I don't think Anti has a good basis on what love actually is, I doubt he can even feel the full spectrum of human emotion.

All he knows is that the presence behind the screen, willing or not, has been there with him since the beginning, and God forbid someone take that away from him now.}}