(S)laughter // Anti x Reader

Ch.4 "Good Boy"

"Three! Two! One!" I said aloud, a clap following as I synced my audio. "Whap-sh! Top of the morning to you laddies! My name is Jacksepiceye, and welcome back to carvin' pumpkins!" I shout, putting on a fake smile.

"Last year I used a really really tiny one to get the desired look. " I said, almost unconsciously. I felt my vocal cords vibrating, meaning I was talking, but all I could hear was a muffled scream and a loud ringing.

"Oh, Happy Halloween by the way!" I quickly imputed to remove the silence I had created with the camera. "Alright, so what you're going-" I was interrupted by his laughter. I swiped a quick glance at my clock. 2:17 am. "Hello?" I say getting up quickly from my chair and exit my room. 

I hear the laughing back in my room and decided to act like nothing, more just like if it was a show because it was Halloween. "That was weird." I chuckled.

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I had been a few minutes before I realized that I was talking, and craving my pumpkin, but again, I couldn't hear or feel it.

"Slap your pumpkins. I told you before, slapping your pumpkins is always a good idea. G-get's them motivated! Get's them ready to be chopped into bits."

I continued carving my pumpkin, sometimes zoning out, sometimes glancing at my clock, and sometimes just sitting there. I feel my head go light and a strange smell fills my nostrils. I decided to blame it in the pumpkin.

"Ewh. The smell of this isn't making me feel well." I say, more to myself, as scarlet blood starts to dripped from my nostril.  I jumped up and headed to my bathroom to clean it up.

I reach for the cotton pad and looked up into the mirror. But, it wasn't me, well alive me. It was a graphic reflection of me, hanging by a hook, my organs ripped out and wraps around me like a twisted corset. I shake my head in disbelief.

I ran out of the bathroom and tried to act as normal as possible as my body came into frame. "What a fucking coincidental time to happen. Halloween of all things." I chuckle out.

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I continued to carve the pumpkin when I started to feel a weird, stinging sensation in my eye. I knew that it was him. His eyes, unlike my crystal blue ones where dark green, and the usual white area was painted black.

"Now my eye is twitching! What the fuck!" I say aloud, more concerned than playful. But, of course, me being me, I laughed it off to the camera.

"Well, there! The pumpkin is-" I was cut off by a harsh pull of my neck backwards. It was as if I was in a broken video game because as soon my neck had been pulled, I resumed back to sitting into my previous, less terrified state.

I started to feel this weird tingle in my abdomen. My throat felt dry and as if I hadn't talked in years. I felt nauseous, and these craps didn't make it any better.

I felt this lump in my throat untie as I just continued to ramble and fill the dead silence of the late night and lonely apartment.

"What did I tell you before! It's just like getting a hacksaw to the face!" I felt my body physically say, but that wasn't me. I was starting to go out of control.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go over board like that, but you know how I get around sharp objects. " I say, more for Anti then the pumpkin, trying to signal him so cut it. All I hear is a little chuckle in my head.

"Stop resisting Jerald, it's time...to DIE!" My vocal cords vibrate out, again, out of my control. I glace at the clock, seeing if it was the time yet. 2:45 am. Shit.

"I want a little word with you Jacky." Anti says in my mind. I continue to talk to the camera when I feel a burning sensation in my eye, causing me to stop carving. " Now Jacky!" Anti shouts in my ears.

"I swear to God, I heard something. That's fucking freaking me out." "That's right Jacky. Be a good little boy. Hahaha!" ...