Antisepticeye Imagines

Random #1

WARNING! THIS ONE GETS KINDA GRAPHIC! IT GOES INTO DETAIL ABOUT BLOOD AND ALL THOSE THINGS! Yeah anyways... These random imagines will just be random Anti imagines, so nothing will really be the main event to the one shot. It's just a bunch of random stuff happening, much like a chapter in a novel. Anyways, enjoy reading!

"I'm gonna get you Jackaboy." a high evil voice whispered, and then laughed.

"Anti, get out of my head!!" Jack threatens as he grabs a knife, not knowing what he was going to do with it.

"Your time is soon." The voice laughed again, before disappearing into the void.

"I... Um..." jack stuttered as he put the knife down. "I- I'm gonna go to bed..." He stuttered in utter terror before heading to his bedroom.

Jack had finally made it up the stairs and into his bedroom after a long, shaky, unstable walk up the stairs and through the hallway.

When he reached his bedroom, he ripped off his shirt and flopped on his bed. He buried himself in blankets and dug his head into his pillow.

Jack had managed to make his mind drift away from the awful things that had just happened, and he closed his eyes and started drifting off.

(Thank you to peebles.jpg and cog_apple on Instagram for, some of the things that are happening. A lot of it is mine, but I took suggestions fro people on Instagram so quite a few parts are their ideas)

As he was drifting closer to sleep by the second, he felt his body jolt. His hand started going numb. Then his legs, and his arms. He slowly lost possession of his own body, he was questioning if he was even still alive. He didn't want to die like this, in his own bed, being possessed by this demon.

Jack then realized what was going on...

The voice started up once again, and haunted him even more.

"How does it feel?" The voice cackled

But Jack had lost control of his body.. He couldn't say a word, or else whatever was haunting him tonight would rip his throat apart.

But Jack was fully aware of this.

Anti! He's trying to possess my body. Jack thought.

The voice continued to haunt Jack through the night.

Eventually, Jack passes out.

The next morning jack woke up feeling fine. He felt normal. He had forgotten about the horrific night he had just had. But little did he know, Anti had made him forget his night. So Jack wouldn't fear him, it would make it that much easier for Anti to possess Jack without a fight.

Jack did his usual, threw on a shirt and pants and headed downstairs for his daily morning coffee.

While the maker was heating up, there was faint sounds going on.

"What's that Jack? You don't remember? Well, let me make it your lifestyle then." Anti threatened in his choppy Anti voice.

"A- Anti...?" Jack asked in a shaky voice.

"Shhhh, be quiet. It'l make this moment more memorable." Anti laughed.

Jack then went blank. It was like he had lost all control over his body.

Jack picked up a knife from the table and puts it up to his neck. He slowly slid it across his own neck, blood started pouring from his neck.

Once Jack, or should we say Anti, made the cut all the way across his neck, his head and part of his body fell onto the kitchen counter, his hands resting on either sides of him and the knife just under his hand from where he dropped it. The blood was spilling out like water, it had flowed over the edge and onto the floor.

Anti had officially taken over.

Anti slammed his hands on the table and pushed himself off of the table. "His body is mine now." He laughed.

He picked up the knife again and headed towards Jack's office.

"Everything's about to change." He smiled.