Tear you apart (JacksepticeyeXreader)

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*flash back*

It's 2014. I'm in my therapist room having a 2 hour session. I start to think about him. He's caused me so mush pain, he's caused so many others pain. But others have told me that's he's not real, that it's all in my head. That the people he killed wasn't my fault. Those people died from a murder they always said. I always wondered why he chose to kill certain people, he would never kill anyone random.. He would always like to get to know them first. My therapist, family, and friends have all said that I'm suffering from some sort of illness, that I'm just crazy, it's all in my head. I can't bring myself to agree with them. I saw him take over my body, I've seen him in a human form. I hear a muffled voice. "What?" I snap out of my thinking and turn to my therapist. "Seán, I said are you ok?" "I-I..yeah I'm ok." "Are you sure? You zoned out for a few minutes. Was he with you?" "N-no, I was just thinking." "Hmm. Anyways since you didn't hear me, I'll ask you again. What does he do when.." I cut her off. "His name is Anti.." I mumble. "Oh, I forgot..my bad." My therapist looks down and writes down some notes on her clipboard. "I'm not crazy." I mumble. She looks up at me. "Hm?" "I'm not crazy." I quietly say. She sighs and puts down her clipboard. "I'm not saying your crazy Seán, I'm saying you are just struggling with your problem." "It's not a problem.. I-I've seen him. He's real..I know he's real..I-I." I stop myself and sigh. "Why'd you stop Seán? Please, tell me more about him." "Your just going to say I'm crazy, that I'm ill. You're not going to believe me..like everyone else." I put my head in my hands and pull on my hair. "I'm starting to think I'm insane..I've seen what he does, I've seen him. But everyone else says otherwise..maybe I am sick..maybe I should just stay in a mental hospital." "Seán, we can solve your problem. Now, let's get back to our session." I let go of my hair and sit up straight.

i̸ c̸a̸n̸t̸ b̸e̸l̸i̸v̸e̸ y̸o̸u̸ l̸i̸s̸t̸e̸n̸ t̸o̸ t̸h̸i̸s̸ l̸a̸d̸y̸, n̸o̸ w̸o̸n̸d̸e̸r̸ e̸v̸e̸r̸y̸o̸n̸e̸ t̸h̸i̸n̸k̸s̸ y̸o̸u̸r̸ c̸r̸a̸z̸y̸.

I hear a slight chuckle in the back of my mind. I close my eyes and grip the chair tightly. "Your not real..your not real." I say quietly. "Is he talking to you Seán?" "Y-yeah.." "Well, what did he say?" "I can't believe you listen to this lady, no wonder everyone thinks your crazy. That's what he said." "Hmm, interesting." She picks up her clipboard again and writes down something. I feel a slight pound on the back off my mind. The pounding gets harder. "Argh!" I say as I clutch my head. "Seán?" My therapist asks looking concerned. "Ahh!" My head feels like it's been shot. I fall to the ground while still clutching my head. "Seán, what's happening?" My therapist kneels by my side. "H-he's trying to t-take over.." My head hurts less as I begin to let go. "Don't let him Seán, your stronger than Anti, he's not real." I let go completely and let Anti take over. Shite. I close my eyes tight and open them. I'm in a dark room, I sit down on the ground I prepare to see what Anti does. I look at the Windows ahead of me..first there's just darkness, but then Anti opens his eyes. I start to hear my therapist. "Seán, are you ok?" She's crouching down beside Anti. Anti groans. "Here Seán, let me help you up." Anti slowly gets up and looks around. "Seán, what exactly just happened?" My the therapist asks while sitting down next to Anti. Anti let's out a chuckle. "What seems to be funny Seán? What happened with him?" "My names Anti, I'm not Seán. But then again, you won't believe me. You think I'm still Seán. *chuckles* Well, your wrong, everyone one is wrong. And I'll show you just how real I am..." Anti closes his eyes and focuses. Oh god no. He's not doing what I think he's doing? Is he?! He opens his eyes again. I feel my canine teeth turn to a sharp point, my nails turn to black claws, my skin gets a little darker, and my left eye turns green with a blue iris while the right stays the same. I cringe and back away. I hate that feeling. Anti opened his eyes and I felt him smile. "Now, is this how Seán described me? Or do I look better in person?" He chuckled. "I-I...this isn't possible..y-your just sick Seán lets g-get you help." My therapist backed away. "Aw, are you scared of me? That's good it's always better when they're scared.." Anti lunged towards her and trapped on the wall. "Now, we can do this the easy way...or the fun way..." Anti leaned towards her neck. My therapist screamed and pushed him off. She headed for the door."Fun way it is.." She headed out the door screaming. Anti chuckled and closed his eyes. Black mist surrounded Anti and in the blink of an eye we were in front of my therapist. (He can teleport) Anti smiled evilly and waved his hand in her face. She gasped then fainted. Anti caught her and chuckled.