(S)laughter // Anti x Reader

Ch.1 "3:00 am"

Breath.

Just breath.

That's all I could do right now. I could no longer fight in this war. He had won, and today he was going to claim his prize.

He had been watching for months now, but this month, October, was hell. He would scream in my ears, making me scream in response, scaring the ones around me. He would wrap his hands around my neck when I would sleep, making me jerk up, unable to breath or scream for help.

Though, even if I could, my loved ones would look at me as if I was crazy, making things up for attention or a reaction. Oh, how they couldn't be further from wrong.

Today I just wanted everything to go as normal as any of my days would, only thing different would be my awareness of death coming closer every hour. 3:00 am he promised. Slow, agonizing pain being put upon me. Somewhere along the lines of torture.

In my head, I was thinking like a child, as if I hid under my blanket, not being able to see the monster, meaning the mister wasn't able to see me and would just leave. In this case, recording videos was my blanket and the monster was him. Anti.

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I honestly don't know why I did this, but I decided to go party-ing with my friends as it was Halloween. My first thought was to jump off the bridge, killing myself before he did, but then reconsidered.

Mark had invited me to a "Halloween Bash". He said that everyone was going to be there. Felix, Marzia, PJ, Bob, Wade, Emma, Ken, Mathias, Robin, Dan and Phil, and many others.

I hesitantly agreed to come, but soon changed my perspective, and actually became a bit happy as a small smirk crawled upon my face.

I thought if I was going to die, I would at least get drunk one last time, see my friends one last time, and just have one hell of a party. I was currently just going by three simple statements.

Get drunk. Have fun. Get dirty.

Mark had said he planned for his party to start at about 7:00 pm, so I had a could hours to get a costume and possibly get some things for the party.

It was currently 3:00 pm. 4 hours till the party, 12 more hours till death.

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I actually decided to get up from my bed, and may I add, hasn't been made in like 2 weeks. My pale feet hit the floor as I stood up and began to walk to my bedroom door. I hadn't change from my clothes from yesterday, not even my shoes, so I just had to get up and go.

I stopped by my hallway mirror to straighten up my hair, and fixing in my half tucked in shirt. "Hiya Jackaboy. You missed a spot right THERE!" Anti scream as he poked his hand through the mirror and into my head, causing a burning sensation to flow from the contact.

"Now you look good Jacky!" Anti screamed in my ears as he vanishes from the mirror, making my reflection reappear. "Hahahah!" He chuckled, dark and loudly in my ears once again, making me drop to my knees.

"Get up you dumb fuck! I'll pick you up myself if I have to!" He shouted once again. I feel the floor beneath me fade away and the pressure of his hands around my shoulders fades in as he pulled me upward. I look down, seeing my feet dangling from my hopeless body, as I'm being lifted by this devil.

His hands abruptly vanish, making my body collapse on the floor like a puppet. I sigh, sitting on the floor for a while, taking in what had just happened.

This was going to be a long day...