Septic Eyes: An Antisepticeye X Child! Reader (Complete)

Chapter Twelve

Virus! Cry's Point of View:
I stared at the door, sitting at the foot of the stairs before me. My legs were crossed, my hands resting on my knees. My body was still, and breathing even. He will open the door. He will open the door. He loves me... so he will open the door eventually... how long does that damn bo-!

S-stop it.

I growled, my hand twitching slightly. "Get out of here. I do not want to deal with you a-!" I howled suddenly, my back arching as pain raced through my body.

Get out of my body!

I gritted my teeth, my limbs twitching as the pain. "N-no! You'll r-ruin it...! Gah!" I coughed up blood, my vison flickering as my hold on him slowly started to release.

An Anti-Virus-! NO!

Darkiplier's Point of View:
I knocked on the door, then stuffed my hands in my pockets, waiting. I'm honestly not sure why I offered to look after the child. I didn't know the first thing about children, and she's terrified of me. I have tried to fit in at least a little bit, interacting at bars, and coffee shops, and other places of social interaction. Three things would happen:

One. Someone would recognize Markiplier, and start freaking out.

Two. Someone would take a close look at my features, and get scared.

Or three. They would think I was some weirdo with mental issues.

What is wrong with society now? Everybody talks through texts and messages, nobody ever seems to interact. It's like finding a rare Pokèmon whenever you see someone out running, or walking a dog. What the fuck people?

I glanced over, hearing the door open, then a small squeak of surprise. Crouching, I smiled at (Y/N), who peeked around the door, her (E/C) eyes wide. "Hey, there Kiddo. You ready to have some fun with ol' Darky?"

She flinched, and glanced inside the house. "I-I... J-Jack and I are gonna make a c-cake!"

"(Y/N)?"

(Y/N) squeaked again, spinning to face Anti, who sighed, striding over. "Tryin' to get out of this again?"

I frowned, standing. "'Again?'"

Anti nodded, ruffling (Y/N)'s hair. "Yep. 'Bout the fifth time this mornin'."

"Maybe we should do this another time...?"

"No," Anti sighed. "This will be good for her."

(Y/N) shifted, looking down with her hands behind her back. I crouched again, trying my hardest to give her a nice smile. "Don't worry. We'll have tons of fun, I promise."

She glanced up, and shifted again. "O-okay..."

Anti smiled. "Alright, got everything you need?"

She nodded, then stepped outside hesitantly. "Yeah."

"Good. Have fun, and remember to stick close to Dark," he grinned. "I'd hate to have to save you from another speeding car."

(Y/N) giggled, and nodded. "Okay."

I smiled slightly. "Anything I should know before we head out?"

"You have an artist in your midst, Darky."

"Oh?" I looked down at (Y/N), who flushed, looking away with a small smile. "I'll have to take a look at your work. Alright, see you later, Anti. We'll be back before dinner."

Anti waved as I turned, holding my hand out for her to take.

She glanced at it, then looked away, playing with the edge of her jacket.

I sighed, then put my hand in my pocket. "So, (Y/N). Why don't we go to a park first, grab something to eat, and try to find a museum or art store?"

She nodded slowly. "Sure. I like parks."

Okay, okay... we can get some progress there. I'm still confused as to why I want her to like me... hm.

"H-hey... um, Dark?"

I looked down at her, smiling. "Yes?"

"Why... why do you... feel so weird?" She waved her hands around me.

I chuckled. "Anti told you who he was, right? Well I'm like him, but stronger."

"Super strong?"

I nodded, grinning. "I could probably pick up the car, right over there," I pointed to a silver car passing by. "I'm like a super hero, I guess."

(Y/N) looked ahead, frowning slightly. "Jack said you were a mean person, and that I should be careful, but... Anti said you were going to be really nice."

I sighed, running  a hand through my red hair. "Well... Jack is right. I'm not a nice person, but I am trying."

"... how were you not a nice person?"

I chuckled, looking down at her. "Maybe another time? It's not very kid appropriate, and Anti would kill me if I told you."

"Oh," she frowned again, and peered at the ground, thinking. "So... why are you being nice to me...?"

I looked ahead, and sighed softly. "Honestly? I'm not sure, (Y/N)."

She nodded, still looking down. "I have another question."

"Shoot."

"Its hot outside... so why are you wearing a jacket?"

I blinked. Damn! This kid is observant... I guided (Y/N) into the park, then sat on the bench. Surprisingly, there weren't a lot of families around. She sat next to me, still keeping her, but closer than when we were walking. "I have burns on my arms that never heal."

"Why not?"

I stared at her for a moment, taking in the innocence she gave off. It was almost sickinging, the sweetness that just radiated off of her... slowly, I rolled up my sweatshirt sleeves, exposing the bandages around my forearms. She tilted her head, watching as I slowly unwound the white bandages. The raw, red, melted skin was exposed, a black smoke rising from them.

"Cover your nose and mouth, (Y/N)," I murmured. "The smoke will hurt you."

Her (E/C) eyes widened as she did as told, staring at my arms. "What happened...?"

I smiled softly. "My brother happened."

"Brother...?"

"Yes. He burned me with his Angel Fire... and Angel Fire... is special. If you are burned with that, the wound it gives you never heals. It was my punishment, and rightly so."

"Why is that black smoke coming out of it?"

"It's my Power, a Black Mist."

She tilted her head. "Does Anti have a power...?"

"Yeah," I smiled. "He can melt anthing with this green goop, his Septic Water, as he calls it."

"Oh," her eyes widened as she watched the black smoke rise.

Jeez, she's so infatuated with him... its actually kinda cute.

"Come on. Show me how to use that spinning thing over there."

Holy shit! It's finally here. I'm really sorry, guys. (^-^') schools got me tired, and I appeared to have possibly contracted a bit of a cold. I've been getting these headaches as well... anyway! WE'RE ALMOST THERE! 192 VOTES! EIGHT MOOOOORRRREEEE!!!!

... should I make a seperate book for the ask and dares? I was thiniing about it...

Anyway, Dark seems nice enough. It's strange writing him to be nice, honestly. Lol!

Hope you enjoyed! I gotta go, so I'll make this quick! Vote, comment, let me know what you think, but thanks so much!

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