You can't shut me out (Antisepticeye-Jacksepticeye Fanfiction)

Day 2 (Part four)

Author's Note  

Hey guys so just a quick little thing I love your guys' comments so much it makes me smile and when you guys say that you need more and more and more of my story, it makes me feel so good about what I'm doing here on Wattpad. Your guy's comments and feedback encourage me to pursue my dreams as a writer every single day. I always loved to write but I thought it was just a hobby and I wasn't skilled enough to become a writer as a career, but you guys make it seem like a reality so thank you so much! If you could do me a favor, leave down in the comments what another story you guys want to read after this one! If I like the idea I'll consider stretching it into a full fleshed story like this one. Thanks! Love ya dudes. Okay go read like good little children~  

He was back in the Dark Room. They have tortured him for about three and a half hours by now, but to him he felt like it was longer than an eternity. The two men in charge of the Dark Room thought it would be fitting to have him be on his feet, considering how much of a man he was. A man should have his dignity right? Let him have it. He won't have it for long while he's in the Dark Room. The two men put him in ropes and chains, ropes clinging to his wrists suspended to the ceiling, and chains tethered to an unknown place beneath the floor, making him stand while they've punched, kicked, choked, burned, sheared, electrocuted, and even whipped his entire body. He held back his screams and tears of agony and pain, but once the shearing began, he unleashed every sound held back in his throat to the room. The disgusting sadists smiled as he "sang" for them, and continued the torture. This was all his fault. He shouldn't be enduring this; that coward should. He didn't know where The Dealer was, he just worked for the money no questions asked. But of course they wouldn't take that for an answer. He knew they needed to know where The Dealer was but he had no idea after he'd fled. They kept on inflicting pain on him until he passed out in shock at the sight of his own exposed bone. The message was clear and would definitely stick in the back of his head: This is what happens when you stray from the path. 

The terrified gangsters, or what was left of the group, soundlessly agreed that the trio of demons could stay. The bald gangster had run away in fear after what he was exposed to, and Anti laughed as his throat had sewn itself back together. It was just a scare tactic, but of course they didn't know that. He tried to wipe away the blood on his gray sweater, but it had already dried. Frustrated, he zipped it off and threw it behind his back, flexing his muscles freely in his black t-shirt. (⎝・ ε ・⎠lol) The trio was herded into the warehouse, leaving behind the humongous black man who was deemed The Butcher and the man who threatened Anti with a knife. Many other gangsters were inside the building, but word had already spread about the insane group of men, so they all had scared looks on their faces. Anti licked his sharp teeth as he fed off their anxiety. He and Dark and Virus climbed up the rickety steel steps leading up to a railed catwalk connecting two rooms together. One by one the gangsters stopped to look and Antisepticeye and his cohorts. They climbed the stairs to stop in the middle of the catwalk, halting other men on their way to the other rooms with their deathly gaze. Virus!Cry stood at Anti's right, and Darkiplier stood at Anti's left. Dark adjusted his glasses and straightened his tie, while Virus sharpened his fingers on his teeth. Anti whistled with his fingers, the sharp noise echoing through the wide building. He grinned wide as everyone stood deadly still in there place. Anti rolled his neck on his shoulders, causing his spine to crack for intimidating effect. He sniffed and cleared his throat as e spread his arms out wide. 

"Gentlemen! Welcome to the show! I'm glad everyone could make it to this booming performance. I promise the ending will sweep you off your feet! The show is magnificent. My men can assure you it's an excellent viewing pleasure. Now, shall we begin?" Anti announced in his loud Scottish voice. He made tight fists to crack the knuckles, and then started to work them into what looked like a spell. Dark stopped him with an arm at his chest. "Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah. Let's hold on for a second. Anti, you can't give these fine gentlemen a magic show without some sort of....hmm...what's the word..." Dark adjusted his black glasses. "...Some sort of payment." Virus finished for him in a gruff voice. Virus moved a piece of floating code near his thigh. "Ah, yes that's what I was looking for. Surely before they bear witness to your excellent magic show, they must pay a hefty price. Wouldn't you agree?" What was chilling about Dark is that unlike Anti and Virus, he sounded exactly like Mark did, even with his little high note to begin his sentence. Antisepticeye had a calculated look on his face, pondering the thought. Their audience of gangsters were waiting in anxiety. They shifted their weight on each foot but were in a state of paralysis. Anti made an agreeing noise in his throat. "I do see what you're saying there mate. What do you think we should make them pay with?" Dark massaged his beard in thought, and Virus looked to be in thought too as his eye lights dimmed. Anti snapped his fingers. "I have...an excellent idea."