A/n: OMG! THIS IS THE FIRST PIECE OF FANART I'VE EVER HAD AND IT'S MADE BY THE LOVELY !!! Okay, sorry, I'm just fangirling so much, you have no idea! What I wrote at the end of the last chapter was not an order btw! It was just saying "Hey, if you are gonna draw fanart based on thsi story, tag me! :D" But so many people commented saying they will and I just want to put it out there, it's not an order, it's legit only if you want! Either way, thank you so much to everyone who's saying they will! Anyway, back to the story and just... thank you all so much, you're making my life bearable with the support for this story XD
You stare at the ground, using all your self control to restrain yourself from going to Dark. Him having your soul... that must be why your body so desperately wants to be near him all the time. You're body can sense something is missing and therefore feels magnetically attracted to go to what's been stolen. Well at least the sick fuck gets what he's always wanted.
Suddenly, you feel your arm clamp up, against your will, and something rip open from your wrists. In distress and shock, you grab the forearm of your hand, pulling it into view... the tips of your fingers were turning black and the skin below it was becoming a grey version of your natural skin tone. The veins in your wrists were pitch. What the hell...?
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Suddenly, your head begins throbbing, causing you to stumble and flop onto the bed, holding your head with your still normal hand.
"(Y/N)!" Anti calls, bursting through the doors of the bedroom and going to your side, hugging you tightly in his arms, "This is all my fault! I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have pushed you when you were clearly hesitant!"
"No..." you slowly hug him back, "I know you just wanted the best for me," you reassure, but he squeezes you a bit tighter, keeping his face very hidden in your shoulder... is he about to cry? However, Anti slowly lets go of you, seeming very confused as he searches you with his eyes,
"(Y/n)... you're boiling!"
"I am?" you reply, feeling slightly faint. He places the back of his hand on your forehead.
"You're burning up! What did Dark do to you?"
"Oh you know just... stole my soul," you casually reply, praying to everything that he wouldn't make a big deal about it... yes, obviously you were fucking furious at Dark and would give anything to see Anti beat the shit out of him... but then again you don't. You feel so drained of the ability to care. Revenge wasn't even on your mind. Besides, Anti would lose.
"He. did. what?" Anti spelt out slowly, having to keep his voice calm as you could tell everything else inside of him was molten in fury.
"It doesn't matter about me, when Dark finds out you helped me escape, you'll-" you got interrupted by your own sudden coughing fit. "S-sorry," you apologize afterwards.
"Don't be... and don't worry about me, I think maybe you should lie down," he offered,
"No, I can't! Dark is going to kill you, PewDIE and all those humans! You need to protect them and yourselves!" your legs collapse and you plop down on the bed, placing a hand to your burning forehead, "This is all my fault,"
