Used to the Cage

Unexpected

Blood roaring in his ears.

Screams so loud.

Goosebumps like fire spreading on his skin.

His bones chilled, causing him to shake, his hot skin making him sweat.

Feelings were useless.

There was no need. Nothing that would save him.

There was laughing. The sound without a care in the world.

Anger so harsh and cruel, it sent fear into his very soul. If he even had one to begin with. He didn't think so.

His friend had always told him they were never meant for human emotions. They were barbaric and useless. Perhaps that was why he was a failure.

Because he couldn't let go of his anger, perhaps?

It didn't make him better . . being human.

The laughing continued and he felt the phantom drive of a knife being buried into him.

A bullet being shot into him, a high-pitched ringing in his ears from it being shot.

The familiar cold of a cell.

Oh wait . . .

Out of the shadows of his mind, a figure peered out.

Red eyes.

'Such a disappointment'

Anti bolted upwards, his breathing hard to catch up on.

He started wheezing all of a sudden from the dream, the memories resurfacing.

No, no, that wasn't a dream.

It was a fucking nightmare.

Anti held his chest and all he felt was cold and pain, the ringing in his ears.

When he finally opened his eyes, it sort of made more sense.

His vision cleared up and he saw he was back in his cell in the basement . . on the cold floor. The pain he had felt was from a loose nail on the floor and he had apparently laid on it just right.

But now that he was calmer and more logical . . .. it didn't make Anti feel any better.

Having spent so much time around the Septic egos now . . .

This cage almost felt horrid to be in.

He looked over towards the door, 'The cell door is open. . . . they . . trust me enough for that. Right?'

It still sort of bothered him, though that . . he was IN a cell.

It didn't before. Even with Dark, he was used to living in confined spaces all the time.

He was used to it.

But apparently that didn't mean he wanted it.

Anti swallowed, finally regaining himself. He leaned his head back on the stone wall.

'I'm . . . . What do I feel?'

His stomach suddenly growled.

'Apparently, I feel hungry . . . . they tend to feed me more often than I've even been given food. I don't need it but . . I crave it more often while living here for some reason'

His stomach growled again.

'I want waffles'

He licked his lips. He wondered if he could go upstairs yet. Looking out the basement window, though, he had a feeling everyone else was still asleep.