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High Enough (Anti/Dark)

Rose's pov

I used to like liquor to get me inspired
But you look so beautiful, my new supplier
I used to like smoking to stop all the thinking
But I found a different buzz
The world is a curse, it'll kill if you let it
I know they got pills that can help you forget it
They bottle it, call it medicine
But I don't need drugs

I bobbed my head to the song as I finished my drawing.

I was home alone for a few days because my parents had to go on a business trip, like always.

And I never saw my brothers anymore..

I looked at the drawing and smiled. I was finally happy with it.

It was a picture of Anti and Dark from the Anti v. Dark that Markiplier came out with a few days ago.

HEY, ANSWER THIS NOTIFICATION!!!

My phone went off.

I looked at it and smiled.

Jack finally posted.

"This should be good. I wonder what Anti hint he'll drop now." I said to myself.

* * *

I stared at the phone. The video had finished.

My eyes were wide.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!" I yelled.

"Oh god, Jack you stop it, stop it right now."

I jolted when I heard a knock at the door. I raised a brow.

I put my phone and sketch pad down, sense it was still in my lap, and walked down stairs.

I opened the door to see no one there.

I looked down to see a small box on the ground. I looked around to see who put it there but, I didn't see anything. Not even a car or something driving away.

I raised a brow and picked up the small box.

It was addressed to me, but I didn't order anything. I hummed and walked inside.

I walked to the dinning room and placed the box down on the table. I walked into the craft room for a letter opener or something to open the box with.

I walked back and found the box on the other side of the table.

I dropped the knife in surprise and then went on the defensive. My Supernatural instincts kicked in.

I bolted to the kitchen to look for my hidden salt can. It had a demon circle on the bottem so I could remember how to draw it incase...well, you know how fangirls are.

"Where is it? I'm gonna die if I can't find it!!" I said.

A few minutes later, I still couldn't find the salt can. I groaned and turned around a jumped when I saw the box now sitting on the counter.

"What the fuck?? Okay, time to burn the house down." I said. I stared at the box for a second.

My curiosity started to get the best of me. I looked around and spotted my pocket knife on the counter. It had an anti-possession symbol on it and it was made of iron. Sometimes I would coat it in holy water for the hell of it, when I got bored, and I was actually happy I had done that today.

Sometimes being a crazy fangirl works.

I walked up to the box and poked it with the knife.

Nothing.