My Creepy Stalker ● Antisepticeye X Reader ✔

Chapter 22

*Y/N POV*

I was laying down on my bed. Anti said that he was going to be up in a few minutes. I was scrolling through Instagram when i heard movement in the closet. I grabbed the bat that i took from Antis room and held it tightly. I slowly walked up to the closet and opened it.

Inside it was a white cat. I lowered my bat and raised an eyebrow in confusion. I felt hands grab my shoulders and pull me back. I stumbled until i hit someones chest. Then i heard an all to familiar voice ring through my ears.

"I told you i'd come to get you, darling~."

And with that i blacked out.

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I woke up on something hard and cold. I opened my eyes and looked around. I could barely make out a chair in the middle of the room. Not too far away from it, i could see something shiny. I got up from the cement floor and walked over to the shiny object.

As i got closer, i saw that it was a table. I walked up to it and looked down. From knifes to cleavers, the table was filled with all sorts of weapons. I picked up a small knife. The handle was pink and i could see dried blood on the top. I put it back down.

I heard footsteps and quickly ran back to the place i woke up. I sat back down and put my head in my hands. The door opened with a loud creek. My heart started beating so fast that i could hear it.

"Darling~. I see that you're awake!" I looked up. There stood the bastard himself. Wilford Warfstache. I glared at him and he chuckled. God how i hope he chokes on all of the shit he eats. He closed the door and snapped his fingers. The room lit up, temporarily blinding me. Once my eyes adjusted to the light, i could see that he was crouching down, in front of me. He had a smirk on his face.

"Now that you're finally here, we might as well set some rules!" God, how i wish i could wipe that stupid smirk off of his face. I just kept my glare and growled a bit.

"Now, rule one, you are only to come out of our room-" did this fucker just say our room? "-when you are to be called. Rule number two, you now belong to me, so you are to do as i say, or you will face consequences. Rule number three...."

He kept blabbering about what i should and shouldn't do, like i was some object who could be controlled by a switch. Well guess what, this dolly isn't controlled easily.

"Now let me show you to your room." I just stared at him. He frowned and shook his head.

"If you don't stand up this second, you will be punished."

Try me fucker, i thought. I sat still as a statue. He growled and picked me up by the collar of my shirt.

"You better get ready for one hell of a time~."

《WARNING⚠⚠ BLOOD AND TORTURE》

He pushed me on the chair and snapped his fingers. Rope was now on my wrists and ankles. He walked up to the table full of weapons and giggled like a school girl over her crush. My eyes went wide as in saw him pick up the most sharpest knife i've ever seen.

He walked right in front of me. And swung the knife in front of my face.

"Now you fucked up, darling~."

He poked my left upper arm with the tip of the knife, then he started to slowly push it in. I screamed and tears started pouring out from my eyes. He laughed and jabbed the knife put of my arm.

He then ripped my pajama pants, and traced lines on my thighs with the knife. Once he got to the middle of my thigh he stabbed the knife in. My screams were echoing around the, surprisingly big, room. He slowly took the knife out, causing more pain.

He snapped his fingers again and bandages were now in his hands. He wrapped the bandages around my arm and leg. He untied the rope and picked me up. I was too weak to fight back. The tears wouldn't stop. He opened a white door and walked in. He places me on the bed and kissed my forehead.

This freak has the nerve to kiss my forehead after cutting my arm and leg?!

He left the room and i cried myself to sleep.

Oh Anti please come save me.