Stuck In The Middle - Darkiplier x Antisepticeye x Reader

>Antisepticeye< 12

"Uh... okay. Lead the way, Anti," you nodded, getting up from the bed. He grinned and nodded back, silently opening the window that was across the room from your bed. As soon as he opened it, you heard the wind, blowing through leaves and branches of trees outside.

"Good choice, (Y/N)," he whispered in you ear as you stepped behind him. You looked out of the open window, and saw a mattress already placed on the grass below you. Swinging your legs over the window sill, you hesitated, realizing the drop was much higher than you first expected.

"You're sure I won't break anything, right, Anti?" you asked hesitantly. The wind blew your (h/c) hair, making it brush in front of your face.

"I calculated this just right. Just slide off, and roll once you hit the bottom. The most you'd get is a bruise on you, don't worry," he answered with some annoyance in his voice. He was probably nervous of Dark walking in the room. You nodded, took a deep breath, and hopped off. For a second, your stomach lurched at the sudden drop, then you felt something soft beneath your bare feet. You buckled your knees and lurched forward, making you somersault forward a few feet. After getting up and brushing yourself off, you saw that you had nothing but a twig in your hair and a soreness on your right elbow, which you landed on a bit harder than the rest of your body.

"See? Perfect fall," you heard Anti behind you. You turned around, and you saw him grinning with an "I told you so" face.

"What will Dark do when he finds out I'm gone?" you asked nervously, ignoring the smile. Suddenly, you felt guilty. Anti must have sensed it, as he ruffled up your hair, snickering.

"Oh, Dark will be fine, just a bit down, that's all. He never really cared whether you agreed with him or not. He would have just killed you and gotten another poor girl," he answered. "Now, come on, before he actually wakes up. I'll bring you to my place." He trotted away, his hands in his sweater pockets, and you were left by the side of the house. With a last glance at the open window that you jumped out of, you followed him. "Are you hungry?" Anti called from behind him, slowing down slightly. You shook your head, still full from the dinner that Dark made for you.

* Time Skip - At Anti's house *

"Nice place you have, Anti," you commented, looking around. "It's... homey." Homey was putting it nicely. Scraps of paper and dirty clothes littered the ground, and you were pretty sure you heard quiet pattering in the walls. Good thing you weren't afraid of rats.

"Sorry, I guess I should have cleaned up," he muttered, picking up a pair of jeans hanging from a chair and folded it, putting it in the corner. "I think I was busy doing something... oh yeah, it was saving your life."

"Okay, okay, thank you," you sighed, and went to another room, which you noticed was the kitchen. Well, "dirty plate room" would have been more apt. Seriously, when was the last time Anti washed his dishes? You picked up a plate that was in the sink, and saw a nasty brown stain that looked like it had been there for about half a year or so. Forcing yourself not to gag, you dropped the plate and wiped your hand on your shirt.

"Anti, do you have an extra bedroom for me to stay in?" you asked, yawning.

"Upstairs, first door on your left," he replied gruffly, walking in the room and grabbing a beer from the fridge.

"You're not going to sleep?" you questioned as he started gulping the alcohol down. Putting the beer down on the kitchen counter, he shook his head.

"No way, man. It's already 3 in the morning, I don't want to sleep 'til 7 at night again." He rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You simply shrugged, and went upstairs, praying the guest bedroom wasn't as messy as the rest of the house.

Thank God it wasn't.

You slipped under the covers, and fell asleep once more, dreaming of Dark and Anti screaming at each other, and Wilford chuckling behind them.

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To my dear readers: So, you decided to go with Antisepticeye. Fine then, go with a good boy. But why? Did you believe that he was telling the truth? Or do you just want to get away from Dark? Whichever one, I think you'll find that Anti wasn't as great as you expected. Don't judge a book by its cover, as you have already done with Anti.

What have you done?

I'm just kidding, you should probably be fine... probably.

P.S. Anti's messy. Just so you'd know. If you didn't realize that by now. Yeah, okay then. Sorry I didn't update sooner, I had to complete some finishing touches and all. Hope this is okay!