There's something about you (Antisepticeye x reader)

Chapter 12

~Jack~
As the army-green mist cleared, I took note of my surroundings. Gloomy, tall trees. The forest was almost as pitch-black as the eerie, cloudy night sky that hung above my head. A dreary atmosphere was invisibly draped around the darkness. There was an icy howling wind that screeched in my ears and danced around my body, making shivers and chills run down my spine. There was pale mist that wrapped and twisted around the shadow-like trees.
In the unknown distance, I heard a familiar children's tune. The eerily-beautiful voice seemed to be drawing nearer and nearer as my impending doom seemed to be approaching closer and closer. "AlL AroUNd ThE MulBeRrY BUSh," it sang. I could barely make out the shadow of a small child.
"ThE mONkEy CHAsEd thE WeaSEl." The voice of the wind and child seemed to twist together and create a haunting melody.
"ThE mOnKey THougHt It WAs ONly FuN," she continued.  I began to feel anxious. Fear slowly crept through me as I the girl withered away from my vision. Her flowing nightgown seemed to disappear into thin air. Silence rang through the forest as the girl seemingly stopped her song of death.
"POP! GOES THE WEASEL!" she finished, screaming the words that sealed my fate right into my left ear. I heard the shing! of a knife being pulled out from its old, leather sheath. I turned around and dodged the child-like witch's slash. I glanced at the witch's scar-ridden face. I wicked grin grew from ear to ear on her grey face. Her teeth were sharp and yellow, looking like an old wolf's snarl. Her eyes were a soulless black and her nose was sharp like a crows beak.
She charged at me, her dagger gleaming in the full-moon's light. She let out a cackle as she swung at me again, grazing my arm. I hissed in pain and clutched the fresh wound.
Her midnight-black dress was dirty and tattered. Her dull, greasy, grey hair hung around the hideous crones face, giving the hag an insane look.
She groaned in annoyance, her satanic smile turning into a disappointed frown.
"Come on, young one! You must always do what your elders want you to do!" she shouted, her impatience growing. "My sisters aren't getting any younger! Now, would you be so kind and let me KILL you!" she finished, aimlessly slashing the air around me. "Now why would I want to do that?" I jokingly snapped. "RAAAAH! Don't tease me child, for you have yet to see a witch's wrath!" she !howled, throwing her knife at me. "GAH!" I yelled, holding my shoulder. The knife had given me a huge gash on my right shoulder, and it was oozing with pain and crimson blood. She let out a cackle that sounded like a dying crow.
"Foolish child! Now come to mother!" she ordered while a mesmerizing aura began to grow around her.
Wait, I thought, she's trying to hypnotize me! No way in hell that's going to happen!
"Not a chance, you old bag of bones!" I yelled, grabbing her knife and throwing it at her. It soared through the air and hit her right in the forehead. She screamed in agony and tried to pull the silver weapon out, but it was too little, too late. Dark purple blood spilled out of her wound and out of her mouth while her evil life drained from her eyes. A potion brewer. I can recognize that blood from miles away! I proudly thought. I didn't take years of history for nothing after all!