Time (Darkipiler, Antisepticeye x reader)

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Every few days I would get called and asked the same question. "Now will you kill Mark."

I always denied the offer. The torture sessions became longer. Anti would come into the room to tend to my wounds. I cried myself to sleep. Mark escaped and has not been seen. Anti is the only one who has been nice to me. However even Dark's attitude started to effect Anti. He is more harsh. I still have hope. For some God damn reason.

I put on an outfit Dark got me. "He may not be nice. But at least he knows how to treat a normal human." I whispered, smoothing out my leggings.

I went to put on my shirt when Anti came into the room.

I screamed and covered myself. "ANTI! WHAT THE FUCK!" I threw my sneaker at him. Anti cursed after the shoe hit him in the nose. He blushed and covered his eyes with his arm.

"You swear like a sailor don't you? Anyway is it a yes today?" I grunted.

Anti never asked. It was always Dark. "No. I thought you would understand that."

I finished putting on my sweater. It was black with a red collar. "What are you holding?" I asked pointing to the box.

Anti removed his arm hesitantly from his eyes. He gave the box to you. "A package arrived for you today. No address. Or name. Be careful when opening it." Anti walked out, locking the door behind him.

I placed the box on my bed. It was heavy. I hoped there would be something good in this, weapons maybe. I tore the tape off and opened it.

Two Marks sprug up from the box. I fell backwards by surprise. One Mark was holding the other in their arms bridal-style. He had glasses and a blue-shirt with a glowing G in the middle paired with pitch black slacks and shoes. In Mark's arms was another Mark. This one was wearing a ring-master style tux with red and white stripes. He had black slacks and pink shoes. The most interesting thing about this was that he had a pink mustache.

I cursed. "Another Mark! God dammit. How many more Marks will I be meeting."

I stood up to see the the Marks were both standing on the floor.

Pink mustache Mark gracefully took my hand with his white gloves and kissed my hand. "Hello." I couldn't help giggling at his voice. "As you most likely know, I am Wilford Warfstache! This is my assistant, Googleplier."

Google bowed at his introduction. I was about to speak when Wildord cut me off. "I am here to whisk you away. Saving you from these brutes."

I couldn't even get a word out when Google flinged me over his shoulder. I beat at his back resulting in throbbing wrist. I yelled out "HELP! AUGH! LET ME GO YOU ASS-WIPES!"

Before Wilford could get a word out Anti bust down the door, Dark right behind him. Anti pulled me off of Google.

"THIS ISN'T ANY BETTER." I yelled. Anti ignored me and punched Google in the face. Google didn't even flinch as he lifted me up by my arm and grabbed Anti, flinging him across the room.

Google held me under his arm and walked out of the room and down the hall.

I looked down the hall and saw Anti and Dark fighting Wilford through the door way. They were losing?! Wilford was blasting pink clouds of gas at Anti while knocking Dark out with a punch to the face. Anti was coughing up pink vomit.

I struggled to get out of Google's hold on me. As we were passing the kitchen I grabbed a knife off of the counter and stabbed Google in the back.

Google dropped me as he screamed in pain. I stood and began to run to the exit.

'This is my chance to escape. Google and Wilford are distracted. Anti and Dark were knocked out.' I opened the door.