~The Last Thing You See is Me- Antisepticeye x Reader~

~Break-In~

The brick towers loomed over us as I tucked and rolled towards the entrance, leaning on the brick wall. Natemare trailed behind me, a look of confusion on his face.

"Um....what the fuck?"

I whipped my head towards him. "What?"

"Why the hell did you do that? This isn't a spy movie, you know."

I grinned. "I dunno, felt like it. Plus it looked cool, did it not?"

Nate shook his head in disapproval. 

"No. No it didn't."

My grin dissipated to a scowl as I held up a middle finger. "Fuck you. Now how th' fuck are we gonna get in this place?"

Natemare shrugged. "No clue. I normally break out of places, not in."

I rolled my eyes with a groan and turned to the castle. I skimmed the building, spotting multiple entrances. One specific one caught my eye, pointing towards it.

"There."

"We are not going through the septic system."

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I lead Nate through the foul pipelines, a scowl scrawled on the latter's features as we waddled through the tight pipes.

"Fuck you, Antisepticeye. Fuck. You."

I chose to ignore him as my bright septic eye lit the septic areas. I searched for a way up into the castle. 

"You see a ladder anywhere?"

"No....my back hurts though."

Suddenly, sloshing from the right caught my attention as I looked down our right to spot a wave of shit and piss, my eyes widening. 

"Dude, fuck ya back, we need t' get outta here, NOW!"

I got on his hands and knees and started to gallop-crawl down the right, frantically searching for a ladder. Nate towed close behind. We weaved through the minuscule poles before coming across a ladder, barely scaling it as the waste crashed through underneath us. We clung onto the handles, wheezing for breath as I closed his eyes and rested my head on the chilly bar.

"That was close...."

Nate whipped his head up, his eyes clouding over a darker shade of indigo. 

"ExCUSE ME? The shit actually TOUCHED my goddamn foot cause SOMEONE was a slow ass motherfucker!"

I rolled my eyes again. "Anyway, we seem to be in an unused room in the castle. It's completely empty. Let's go." 

I lifted the rusty grate and slid out, helping Natemare out silently before scouting the area. Not a sound to be heard. I glanced over at the other demon, lowering my voice to a  whisper. "You ready to free a kitten?"

Nate raised an eyebrow. 

"I thought she was a princess?"

"Nooo, she's my goddamn kitten and everyone can diddlyduck right the fuck off."

Nate raised his hands in defense. "Woah dude, okay."

I spun around and headed towards the doorway.

Please still be safe, goddammit, or I'll have to kill a bitch...or twenty.

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(Y/N) P.O.V

So backtalking a demon that will actually kill you is a horrible idea. Duly noted. 

I scowled at the fire-based demon that guarded my jail cell. He had came in a couple times to see if I would obey enough for him to let me out of the cell and eat, but I just spat in his face and said some shit I probably shouldn't have said.

Then again, I swear to whatever is even considered holy he doesn't have a soul.  Probably ate it. Either that or burned it, given his hair. Whichever happened, it was replaced with an endless charcoal pit of despair and you KNOW he loves that shit. Fuckin' Mary Poppins purse type of soul.

"Why are you squinting at me, peasant?"

The Korean voice broke your train of thought as you blinked. You didn't realize you had been staring at him the whole time. 

"I dunno but the question you should be asking is who the true peasant is here."

"What?!"

"You heard me. When was the last time ANYONE tried to save you, asshole?"

The demon froze, unable to come up with a good comeback. "I- uh-"

"What I thought, motherfucker."

A grimace clouded his face as he turned back around. 

What I thought, bitch.