Leeches ([Y/n] X Antisepticeye & Septiishu)

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[Y/n] laid awake in bed. Nothing in the world could go wrong; of at least it seemed like it. Jack was a good friend. A good friend to the point of him giving so much he probably wouldn't have anything left to give. [Y/n] shook her head to herself and rolled over to sleep.

Before she could she heard a slight crackle sound, like the static of an old box tv. It was faint. So faint it was in the other room but still alarming enough to catch [Y/n]s attention. [Y/n] shrugged it off as tv problems that they were having. But suddenly, it wasn't in their room, it was crisp. It was in her room now. Groggily she looked up at her tv.

It was off. "Uhg, why do I even bother." She said allowed to herself still looking at the tv. Taking a huge sigh she sat up. Her eyes attempt to adjust through the darkness but to no avail.

"Wha..." her eyes peered at what seemed to be a shadow of a person that seems to loom at her feet. No, not just any man.

"Jack? What the fuck man." [Y/n] sighed and plopped her head down on the pillow in relief. The silhouette didn't respond. It instead jolted and distorted. Cautiously lifting her head [Y/n] felt a ping of fear in her chest. [Y/n] clenched she sheets and began to oddly, crack a smile."Damn, this sure is one hell way to die." She grimly chuckled, letting the odd sense of joy from her joke wash over her. A teeth baring smile that seemed very much joyus.

"What the fuck?" A staticy voice came from the figure. "Don't do that that just makes it creepy." It continued in reference to her smile. Having lost his scary facade [Y/n] un clenched her hands. "How the hell am I the creepy one if you're the one looming at the foot of my bed?!" Asked him intensely.

The figure at the foot over bed began to jolt and contort quickly as in a broken video. Out of nowhere, he zapped right next to her and suddenly put his hand to her throat with an quick and painful grip.

"Don't get cocky, I can kill you with one sudden clench of my fist." Jack snarled in a static tune. His voice was harsh and sinister as he lifted her closer to his face. Jacks complexion seemed to glow with the static of an old tv and his dark eyes seemed bright. His breath felt cold against hers, as if breathing was an unnecessary but mandatory movement. With involuntary whimpering and losing breath [Y/n] pulled herself to speak; adrenalin rushing through her with every word. "Do it you fucking pussy" she spat out. Excitement somehow filled her system instead of fear.

But for some reason, nothing in this situation perturbed her.

Anti dropped her. And just folded his arms in thought. "I came here to kill you." Anti explained as if it didn't get through her head putting emphasis on each word. "Eh." [Y/n] responded. Each word not sounding like her own, but a character on a screen of a funny drama. "Jack would be heartbroken, you do realize that, right?" At these words [Y/n] stopped. She removed herself from the funny yet intense drama she felt like she was watching on a tv. Death didn't feel like a tangible thing... yet here he was very capable to do so.

In [Y/n]s long pause of reflection Anti thought to himself. His eyes shifted when he had a change of thought. He scrunched his eyebrows at the familiar tune to her attitude. The confidence and the way she carried herself felt all too reminiscent. Anti shook his head clear of thought and replaced it with a sinister smile.

"Get dressed." He commanded and grabbed her wrist with lightning fast movements. So fast it didn't even seem as if he did move, like it just cut to him already there. He yanked her out of bed causing her to fall face first on the floor. [Y/n] pushed herself up and rubbed her now carpet burned face. "Rude ass motherfucker..." [Y/n] mumbled and pulled herself up.

She turned on the lights and only then got the full view of him. His skin paler, a bit dead. His eyes before she flicked light into the room were pitch black. But in a literal blink of an eye they were back to a normal color. Not just any color, they were a sickly green instead of his signature blue. Overall he looked normal, normal besides the scar cut beneath jack's neck that she had never quite noticed till now. In fact it wasn't. She was sure that wasn't a characteristic of jacks.