Psychotic Passion (Antisepticeye X Reader)

Who's Anti?

An intence yawn escaped your mouth as you sat up and rubbed your eyes. Your eyes felt heavy and your body screamed for more sleep, but your belly demanded food. You pulled the covers off your bed and stood up. Your legs wobbled until you stood on your tippy toes and stretched them.

"Good morning loneyless!" your semi sarcastic word made you smile. For as much as you ment it as a joke, there was still truth behind it.

"Same old room, same old bed, same old window." You sighed as you looked out side your window. The beautiful, calming rain had cleared up, and made way for people filled, sunny day. Your stomach growled reminding you what you were up for.

"Okay, okay! I'll go get some food." You smiled once again think about how weird and awkward it would be if some where to be watching you. You giggled a slight bit. Then walked to your door, opened it, and made your way to the kitchen.

Walking through the halls, you felt relaxed. The sun beaming through your window gave you a welcoming and refreshing feeling. And with each step you took closer to the kitchen, you woke up a little more.

Once reaching the kitchen, you head straight to the cupboards. The smooth feel of the oak wood and the light creak that spread through the air after opening it, made you eager to get food in your belly. You quickly grabbed a box Life cereal.

"I'm eating life because I don't have one." You chuckled at your joke and another smile had made its way to your face. The calm feeling of happiness and the mixture of loneliness made its way to your soul, giving you a sinking feeling. You looked at the box of life deep in thought. Your smile vanished, and light tears started to crowd your eyes. You then held the cereal like you were hugging then smiled once more.

"Who am I kiding!" You cheerfully lifted your chin. You grow excited and pumped.

"It's great being alone! No care in the world! No one can judge me, or make fun of me, or hurt, me when do something wrong!" You cheerfully walk over to where the bowls are and open the cupboard. You grab your lucky green and white glass bowl that had four leaf clovers on it, and that said 'luck of the irish!' on it. You set the bowl and cereal on the counter, open the box, and pour the deliciousness into the the bowl.

"Besides being alone means no older brother to beat me and do things to me while I'm sleeping, no jackass of a step-dad to yell and scream at me until I hyperventilate from a panicking attack and pass out. I'd say no mother but she was never home to begin with." You're thoughts bounced around. For a long while you forgot how unbearable it was to live with your family. No, not your family, just people that share the same blood as you. Your eyes began to tear up as you had flash backs of what used to happen. All the years of going through those things.

Your stomach started to feel like a black hole and your hands began to shake. You set the cereal down so you wouldn't spill it by accident, but your attempt failed. Your shakey hand knocked it over and the food scattered all over the counter. You could feel your heart pounding and start to race. Your lungs felt heavy and you began to breathe heavier and faster. Uncontrollable tears began streaming down your face as your reached up and gripped your hair. The images and memories of those days began flooding back and you started to relive those times once again. You didn't want to! It needed to stop!

Soon enough you started to hear whispers you knew weren't real. They reminded you of things that you regretted and mocked you for them. Images still flashing in your mind.

"Pathetic! Worthless! No one will forgive you! Trust us, we know. You need us! Useless bitch!" The whispering became yells. Hearing the voices come back, expecially now, are definitely making this all the more worse.

"Stop!! Please! Just stop!!" You pleaded to the voices screaming. Your gripped your hair tighter and closed your eyes, squeezing them tightly. Your hole body shook and you fell to the floor and curled up into a ball. The voices got louder and began screaming and yelling. Reminding you of how unwanted you are, and unneeded.

"Just fucking go away!! Ahhhhh!!" You screamed again. Tears streaming down your face as you shook.

"Are you okay!?" You heard someone's voice and felt a something touch your back. You flinched remembering every painful touch you've felt before. Your lugs started to feel lighter and and you took in deep heavy breathes, then slowly looked up.

It was the same man from last night, but... it wasn't at the same time. He hand calm blue sweet eyes that were so welcoming, but they were so worried. His skin didn't have a grayish tint to it, but seemed a normal. His green hair down the middle was lighter then the other man's.

"Are you going to be okay?" He asked again. His words were soft, and relaxing. And his teeth seemed to normal. You let a slight smile on your face and gave a confident "ya, I am. Thank you" then relaxed a little, and sat up. He relaxed and his facial expression told me that he had relaxed as well.

"Sorry, I was moving into my house next door when I heard the screams, and I had to check to see in you were okay." He smiled softly then stood up offering you a hand.

"My names Sean by the way." You smiled and grabbed his hand. It was smooth and warm. He then pulled you up, waited until you had balance, then let go. You whiped away the tears that had fallen before.

" I don't think I've heard a name like that before. It's nice." You smiled then continued. "My names (y/n)." You reached out your hand for a welcoming handshake. He grabbed your hand and tightly gripped it, giving it a ferm shake.

"Well it's nice to meet you. So what happened?" Sean asked, braking from the handshake and seemed worried and curious. You smiled and giggled a little trying to show him that it was okay to laugh about, giving him the idea that it wasn't a big deal.

"Oh it just happeneds sometimes." Your smile fades and you try to change the subject.

"So why were you in my house last night?" After seeing his face you remembered about Him. The way he mysteriously showed up and made you feel warm.

"I wasn't in your house last night." Sean was shocked. "I fell asleep while unpacking." He seemed really confused, and his words were full of worry. You then told him all that happened last night down to you feeling faint. His face lit up with a kind of terror while describing what he looked like, but didn't say anything while I finished the story.

"So Anti visited you. I'm surprised your not dead." Sean's voice lowered and seemed to sadden.

"Who's Anti?"