Septic Eyes: An Antisepticeye X Child! Reader (Complete)

Chapter Twenty-One

(Y/N)'s Point of View:
I sat against the fence, and waited, arms wrapped around my knees. I sniffed, and stared out to the entrance of the alley. I had been waiting for hours, or at least, it felt like it. I was tired, I was scared, I was hungry, I just wanted Daddy and Jack. I felt tears reach my eyes, and I pressed my forehead to my knees. I was worried about Jack, and I wanted to go back to my old house so I could make sure he was okay. I... I don't want Jack to leave. I wanted Jack back.

I whimpered, then lifted my head, alert. There were footsteps, slowly approaching the alley. I stood, and wrapped my arms around me. "D-Daddy...?"

They stopped, then picked up the pace. Panic gripped my heat, but I refused to move, hopeful that it really was Dad. I held my breath, and waited.

"(Y/N)?"

I let out a cry of relief, and ran towards Dad, his arms and eyes back to normal. "Daddy!" I jumped up, and hugged him tightly, crying. "I-I thought you were going t-to get hurt!"

He let out a raspy chuckle, picking me up with a small grunt. "H-he ran off, got too scared to fight the likes of me."

I pulled away slightly. "We need to get Jack! H-he's hurt!"

Dad nodded, then started to jog back to the house, breathing fast. I caught the scent of something metallic, coppery. It made my nose wrinkle. "Dad...?

"Hm?"

"Wh-why aren't you running faster...? And what's that... smell?"

Dad didn't respond, but tightened his grip, sucking in a sharp breath, before quickly exhaling. "It's fine, Jack'll be fine. Just... saving energy."

I frowned slightly, and I felt nervous... but why? "And the smell?"

"... It's alright."

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We arrived back at the house, and I jumped away from Daddy's arms to sprint inside. I rushed to the hallway, and almost gagged. There it was again. That coppery smell, and it only got worse as I got closer to Jack. It made me panic, and I'm not exactly sure why. I dropped to my knees, and shook Jack's shoulder, careful to not touch the red pool of liquid around him. "Jack? Jack?!"

"Here," Dad huffed, crouching down and placing two fingers on Jack's neck, looking up slightly. 

I shifted, but looked down to study the liquid. There was a lot of it, which seemed worrying to me. Slowly, I placed my hand on the surface of it. It was warm, and thick. It wasn't like water. "U-uh... Daddy?"

"Hm?"

I looked back up, eyes wide. I held up my hand, which started to drip with the crimson liquid. "What is this?"

He glanced over, and coughed. "W-wash your hands...!"

"What is it?"

"Please, I'll explain everything later, just wash your hands!"

I stood quickly, and ran to the bathroom, twisting the nob of the faucet. Nothing came out. I bit my lip, and looked around, spotting the towel hanging on the towel rack. I grabbed it, and started wiping the substance off, but it felt almost sticky, and wouldn't completely come off. I swallowed thickly, then went back out to the hallway.

"I-It won't come off. The water won't come out of the sink..."

Dad looked up, and rubbed his forehead. "Okay, okay, just... Stay there for a moment while I get Jack into the car."

I nodded, and watched as Dad picked Jack up, very carefully. Jack groaned slightly, but didn't move. It was almost a relief just hearing him make some sort of noise. Dad staggered out of the hall, and disappeared out of the house. I shifted, glancing between my hand and the pool on the floor by me. What exactly was it...? There was so much.

"Okay, come here."

I jumped, head snapping to the side towards the entrance of the hall. Dad stood there, looking tired, leaning against the wall, his shoulders slumped, and his hair messy. I rushed over, worried. "Are you okay, Daddy?"

"Yeah," he breathed, then held out his hand. 

I hesitantly gave him the hand covered in the sticky substance, and watched him lean down, and start licking it off, wrinkling his nose. I was taken aback, and almost pulled away. He tightened his grip, and I grimaced. It was so gross...

"D-Dad...?"

He held up his free hand, pointing a finger to signal for me to wait a little more. I shifted, and looked away, teeth clenched together. A little time passed before he pulled away and wiped my hand off with his shirt.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), but getting that in your system could be... bad for you."

"And not for you?"

He shook his head, then tugged me out the door, shutting it with his foot. "No. It's complicated, and doesn't really matter now. We need to get Jack home quickly, then I need to come back to clean up before some cops come to check out the place for any reason."

I chewed my lip, allowed Dad to buckle me into the back seat, then rush to the driver's side, and start the car. Jack leaned against the window in the passenger's seat, his seat belt on. He wasn't awake. I reached over and placed my hand on his shoulder. "Get better, Jack... Please..."

Hewo!~ FYI, I just really like the picture featured. I couldn't really find one that I liked for this chapter, sooooooo... A The Shining reference is what you get! Props to the artist, who does amazing art work! I believe their user name on Deviantart is MaskedMan626. So go check them out! Thanks for reading! Bye!~