(S)laughter // Anti x Reader

Ch.3 "Realization"

As soon as the door is shut, I'm pinned to the wall.

Through sloppy kisses, we began to make my, and apparently even his, dirty wishes become a reality.

His hands find their way up my dress and starting rubbing me, making me moan out in pleasure. As his memorizing cocoa eyes stare into mine, I pull at his hair, causing him to bite his lip in order to stifle back a moan.

Before I know it, I'm pushed on to the nearly made bed. He tossed his bunny ears aside, as well as my little maid hat as he straddled me. We continued to do nothing but tease each other, causing us both to moan in pleasure constantly.

"What. The. Fuck?" Someone asks in a very, very angry tone. As Mark hastily stumbled off me, we both noticed it was Felix and this probably wasn't a guest room.

"Fuck..." I hear Mark whisper, almost inaudibly.

"Just..." Felix begins, holding his hands to his temples in frustration, "get out. Get the fuck out."

"Please," He says as he throws my hat and Mark's ears at us.

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"I'm sorry, Jack..." Mark apologizes once again, sounding as if he's sobered up already.

"It's really not a big deal, Mark," I say, trying to reassure him before we split up, going our separate ways.

"I guess," He says, letting out a loud sigh. "Well, I should get going. I've got a flight in the morning."

"Alright. Bye, Mark," I smile, trying to act happy.

Mark had flown up here to have fun, and it was ruined by tonight because we were both drunk. So much for dying a happy drunk.

Which reminds me, how much time do I have left?

Three more hours...

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Unlocking my door, I throw my maid hat on the near by chair. I make my way to the bathroom to wash off the makeup and take a shower to scrub off some of the disappointment in myself.

I look at myself in the mirror. Scum. Yup. Worthless. I am. Disgusting. These thoughts shot into my head in a familiar whisper. Three more hours Jackaboy. He continued telepathically.

I looked away, I couldn't bare to look at myself. I start on strip of my costume, throwing it across the floor and turning on the shower. I put it to its hottest setting, genuinely thinking as if I washed my body, I would get rid of the internal disgust.

I stood my body right under my shower head, feeling a hot sensation run through my body. I reach for my shampoo bottle, and I suddenly notice that my hands and arms look much more pale, as dead person's  does. I also noticed that my veins weren't blue, they gave off more of a green color. I blink rapidly, trying to clear my vision. As my gaze falls upon my arms again, they go back to normal.

I grab my shampoo bottle quickly and distribute some of the product in the palm of my hand. My hand travels upward to my scalp and I start to massage in the product, removing hair gel. I run my head once more under the shower head, though, the usual white suds didn't follow. These suds were a dark green color. I bring my hand up to my head and touch my scalp once more, and to no avail, when I look at my hand, nothing. I look back at the shower floor to see nothing but the white tile.

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I laid down on my bed, scrolling through Instagram, seeing everyone posting picture about the party. Felix and Bob clinking beers, Emma and Marzia laughing at Wade as he tried to twerk, PJ posing sexually on the bar. It looked like they were all having such a good time. I furrowed my brows, angered at myself as I could be in these pictures, laughing, having fun on my last day. But no, I had to waste all my energy and fun on one, lustfilled, experience with Mark, which didn't even go anywhere.

I groan out loud as I toss my phone on my bed. I sit on the edge, putting my head in my hands. I felt a small tear streak down my face, as realization hit me.

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Though it took me 20 minutes to decide, but I got up from my bed, sat in my chair and pulled out the pumpkin from the trash bag. I wanted to make one last video for everyone.

I brought out my camera and started to set everything up the way I wanted to. I brought my table up from down stairs, I got my knifes and spoons, and finally my marker. 

I pressed record and was prepared for creating one last video...