Pity for the Insane

Crawling Under the Skin

I used the cover art above from my 'Trapped in the Static' comic. If you haven't already, you should check that book out, too :)

"EHhahahahahahehehehehahahahah!!!!"

He laid in the blood, bashing his fists on the floor laughing. He could barely contain it inside of him.

This was what he was meant for. What he always needed.

The itch in his black soul was finally being scratched.

The burning under his skin was finally being soothed being replaced by overwhelming pleasure like tickling or light finger-tips brushing all over him.

It was almost too much for him to handle.

The blood was deep and rich just like what ebbed out of his neck. The color was so pretty.

"Ehhehehe. . . . hehhehe . . .ha. ..ha"

When his laughter finally faded away, though . . . .

There was only silence.

No more screaming . . . .

No more pained breathing . . .

No more heartbeats.

Just him and the sound of his own panting, tired from all the excitement.

Slowly, he frowned, though.

It was almost . . . too quiet.

The tickling feeling reached inside of his chest and it almost hurt. He felt like his heart was going to rupture.

Suddenly, he realized what just happened.

He looked around.

"Huuuh!" Anti woke up laying on his stomach.

He groaned after feeling something wet underneath him, seeing the blood soaked into the sheets.

Panting from the dream, Anti swallowed, tasting his own blood. He was used to the bitter-saltiness of it on his tongue.

What he wasn't used to, however, was this strange feeling in his chest.

What was that?

'Weird' picking himself up, Anti used the clean part of the sheet to wipe off the rest of the blood off his neck. He'd need to clean the mess anyway.

Sniffing the air, he smelt breakfast cooking, 'Maybe I can snag some bacon before that asshole, Jackie, takes the rest'

Those two never got along. Then again, Anti never really 'got along' with any of them.

But he had to tolerate them being trapped as they were.

They couldn't do anything themselves, stuck in Sean's head. In his imagination. Locked up like pets.

Scratch that. They were BARELY pets at all.

'Those idiots might be fine with it but one day, I'll find a way out myself. I've been close before. . .'

Picking himself up, Anti threw on some clothes before heading downstairs with his dirty sheets.

Going through the living room, however, someone suddenly appeared in front of him out of no where! They bumped into each other and Anti glitched in reaction.