The Sixth Sense but it's Karlnap

Ant

CW shooting, blood

The glass bottles clinked together, her short heels tapping on the floor as she moved about, taking out a bottle from the shelf every so often only to put it back a moment after reading the label. A sharp shiver ran up her spine, the cold draught hitting her bare back. Her skin pricked and tightened at the spidery chill, and her heat quickened. Glancing at the bottle in her hand, she turned quickly, sprinting up the rickety wooden stairs, careful not to trip over her purple beaded dress. Slamming the cellar door shut, she locked it, clicking her heels against the wood floor, pacing away.

Sapnap smiled, turning the thick paper over in his hands again, gazing down at the blue ink and gold border happily. He was lucky, he really was; his mum took all her time to take care of him, give him what he needed.

"Sapnap," she said as she walked in the room, holding a dark bottle and two jumpers, "Its getting cold, put this on." He took it gratefully, slipping it over his head, fixing his short, brown curls after.

"Happy Birthday, darling." She smiled, pulling the cork from the glass bottle, bubbly foam spilling over the neck and into a clear glass held before it. Placing the bottle on the coffee table in front of her, she took a sip of the fizzy liquid. She then reached down to her feet, pulling up a rectangular something wrapped in lumpy, baby-blue tissue and handed it across the table to Sapnap. He took the rustling paper, easily pulling off the contrasting, sparkly yellow ribbon and unfolding the paper. From the bundle of blue, he picked up a small, black, A5 notebook with a white panda outlined on the front, it wore a bandana and on the bandana, in capital, Sans-serif was his name, 'Sapnap'.

"Thanks mum" he laughed fondly, flipping through the lined pages. Pandas were his favorite, he'd loved them all his life, he even had a panda onsie he refused to take of for 4 days straight when he was 5. His favorite stuffed toy was a fluffy little panda, well, it wasn't so fluffy after the countless wash cycles it had endured over the years, and the name plate on his door was decorated with tiny panda pictures.

"Its not much, i know, but those school fees cant pay themselves, Sapnap."

"Yeah I know, thank you though, its great." He stood up, wrapping his mum in a large panda bear hug, which she returned lovingly.

"Oh my gosh," Sapnap exclaimed, glancing at the old plastic clock hung above the electric fireplace, "It's like 1am, I might actually go to bed for once." They both smiled and his mum nodded, accompanying him upstairs briefly. He pushed open the door with his pandary name on it and walked over to his wardrobe. The wardrobe door squeaked as he opened it, reaching into the abyss of fabric and picking out a pair of shorts that he swiftly tossed to his bed, which, of course, was dressed with panda bed sheets.

"Alright?" His mum said, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest. Sapnap nodded, walking over to give her another hug. She laughed, accepting the gesture.

"Sapnap?" She whispered. Sapnap hummed, acknowledging her words. "Sapnap." She stated again, pulling away and turning him around.

Silence. His mum's grip was tight on his shoulders, and his breath hitched. His window was wide open, a gust of wind making his curtains flap angrily. Under the window, his desk had been turned into a mess; papers strewn across each other, pen pots tipped, scattering their contents all over the wood and his lamp had clattered to the floor, it's fire printed lampshade upturned next to it. Most strikingly, next to the table, fresh blood running down his hands, stood a tall, skinny male, his figure draped in a large, light-grey t-shirt and white shorts. He had a small poof of white curls sitting on top of his head, the rest of it shortly shaven and brown. He shook violently, red, stained cheeks covered in glistening watery tears.

"Mum," Sap breathed quietly, "Do not move." The boy looked up at him, scratching his arm anxiously. Sap drew in a breath and swallowed. "This is a p-private residence, c-can we help you?"

"You don't know so many things" The boy whispered, continuously scratching at his bare arm, tears falling down his face.

"There are no needles or prescription drugs of any kind in this house." He said calmly. The boy breathed sharply, taking a pace towards the two, still scratching his now red arm.

"D-do you know why you're afraid when your alone?" He sobbed, his voice wavering, "I do, I do..." More tears streamed from his puffy eyes and he looked into Sapnap's eyes.

"W-whats do you want." Sapnap's mum asked nervously from behind him, squeezing her son's shoulders defensively.

"WHAT HE PROMISED ME" The boy screamed. Sapnap's mum jumped back, startled. "I want what he promised me..." He cried again, this time more controlled and quiet.

"Do I know you?" Sapnap inquired, confused by the boys words.

"Don't you know me," the boy breathed vigorously again, his chest rising and falling rapidly, "don't you even remember your own friends, 1996, single parent family, possible mood disorder. You told me I was afraid," he slammed his hand against the desk, still scratching his arm, "you said i was having trouble coping with my parents divorce. You were wrong, you were wrong..." There was silence apart from the boy's breathing and cries, Sapnap struggled to comprehend what he was saying.

"NOW LOOK AT ME" He shouted, banging against the wooden desk again, a pen falling onto the floor, "I don't want to be afraid anymore. I WAITED 10 YEARS FOR HELP." He slumped forward over the desk, tears pattering onto the mislaid papers.

"Ant? Ant Frost, I do remember you." The boy continued to sob as Sapnap took a step closer, away from his terrified mum, "Kind, very clever, compassionate. Unusually compassionate."

"You forgot cursed." The boy looked up again, anger seething behind his eyes, "You didn't help me, YOU DIDN'T HELP ME" He turned around, running his fingers aggressively across the window pane.

"Ant im sorry if i wasn't, if i didn't, help B-but if you just let me try, you just give me chance-" The boy turned swiftly again, bringing his hand up sharply as a shrieking bang filled the room. Sapnap fell back against the door frame, his body falling to the floor and he clutched his stomach harshly. Another shot echoed through the room and Ant crumpled to the floor, blood seeping from his head to the grey carpet.

"SAPNAP" His mum screamed, kneeling to the floor beside him, "Sapnap, it's going to be alright, I'll get you help" She kept muttering, holding his weak hand tightly as his world went dark, and everything was silent.

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