A Life of Chaotic Dread | Antisepticeye Encounter

Roomies

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I woke to the sun shining harshly through my window. I grimaced, covering myself with a spare pillow. I went to roll over when a scent of cologne hit me. I looked up from underneath my pillow, screaming and scooting off the other side of my bed onto the floor.

"...top o' tha mornin' to ya too, Y/n....." the same guy who I'd met in the coffee shop had fallen asleep beside me.

"What're you doing in my apartment???" I stood, furious and terrified at the same time.

He pointed to the living room, "Yer glass door was open..." he was half-sat up, his hair messed and his eyes groggy. Strangely enough, I got a good look at him.

Around his neck, a shock collar was strapped tight. He wore torn-up blue jeans and a green-and-black hoodie, his hair a bright green and his eyes two different colors; one blue, one green. He was strange, sure, but in a cute way. Wait, what?? Y/n stop these thoughts...

He gave me a look, "You alright, there? Ya seem a bit scared."

"What do you expect, hm? I wake up on a semi-normal day to find a stranger in my bed."

"You make it sound SO much worse than what it is..." he smiled, getting up.

I felt my face heat up, making me slightly mad. "I swear, I don't even know your name..."

He perked up, "Oh yeah, that's right. I never did tell you. And fer good reason." he started to pull on a pair of converse, his bracelets catching my eye. One was a well-worn band from a psyche ward.

"Well no wonder you're nuts..." I commented under my breath.

He smiled, "Oh this thing?? It's not much, but yes. I am a psycho. Best preferred to be called Anti though- wait shite, no!"

I laughed, "Your name is Anti? What kind of name is that?"

He growled, pinning me against the wall before I could blink, "Do you know who I am under this? What I can do?" he pressed his dagger to my throat.

I shook my head, not wanting to get slashed.

"I, am someone you shouldn't mess with... I hate, HATE being laughed at. So, either you keep yer mouth shut or I'll slit your throat like every other victim of mine in this god damned city... And you've already had your one free saving from ol' Dark. He won't come to your rescue again..."

"D-dark?? Who's he?"

Anti released me, making me drop to the floor.

"You really want to know?"

I nodded, "Are there more like you?" I asked.

He nodded, sheathing his dagger, "Dark. Darkiplier. He's another demon like myself-"

"Demons?? Hold on. So you're great killing skills and lack-of-evidence are all because you have none to leave?"

"Exactly."

I gazed at him for a bit, making him apparently uncomfortable. He slicked a hand through his hair and averted his gaze.

"Can you stop staring at me?" he asked, a slight blush appearing across his nose.

I did, turning red myself. "S-sorry..."

In silence, we sat there, awkwardness flooding the room. After what seemed like an hour, I got to my feet and walked to the kitchen.

Anti's gaze followed me. I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise as he did, making me shudder.

"Could you stop?" I asked. He appeared in front of me, making me jump.

"Why should I, hm?" he asked, looking me over. I was still in my pajamas, so this was very embarrassing.

I pushed him aside, making my way to the fridge. He'd gained a look of surprise, as if he was amazed I had pushed him.

He walked over, "Excuse you??"

"'Don't mess with me.'" I mocked, "'I'll slit yer throat, Y/n.' Why don't you just cut the act and leave me alone?"

He looked like I'd just slapped him. I swear he was going to take that knife to me, but something in his body language told me otherwise. I grabbed the egg carton, milk, and bread and closed the fridge. 

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A few hours later, he sat on the far end of the couch, myself going through my Twitter. Anti had been constantly picking at the bindings of his knife, unwrapping them, and re-wrapping them tighter. I glanced over at him a few times.

"So, why did you come here in the first place?" I asked, tapping my search bar and typing in his name.

He gave a sigh, "Dark 'ad destroyed my last hideout. I needed a place ta stay. Yer apartment jus' so happened ta be where I'd climbed up to."

I nodded, the search coming up with a bunch of pictures.

"An' I was wonderin'... would it be possible to have me as a roommate?" I almost dropped my phone.

"Are you kidding me?? Me? Having a killer psychopath as a roommate?? I don't think so, dude." I tapped the Images tab, scrolling through bloody artwork and a few good sketches of him.

You'd swear I'd kicked a puppy by the whine he made, "B-but-!"

"No 'but's. I will NOT have you staying here."

He gave me the saddest look in the world (as if he'd actually have emotions...).

"No, Anti." Good Lord, I feel like I'm talking to a dog... "You can't stay here. Not with my friend."

He sniffled, "I don't see why tha fook ya can't let me stay... I 'ave no fookin' home! I'm a wanderin' killer because I don't have a home to go back ta."

I rolled my eyes, "Anti, dude. Come on. My friend is a COP. You. Can't. Stay. Here." I tossed a pillow at him.

He huffed and dried his tears on his sleeve, "I won't leave, ya know..."

I groaned, "FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE. You can stay. But-" he sat upright to listen, "No more murders."

His jaw dropped, "But but-!"

"Nope. Don't argue. Either no killing, or your ass is on the streets again. Got it?"

He slumped his shoulders.

"Got it??"

He nodded in approval, although reluctant, he still agreed. Great, now I'm living with a psychopath...