(S)laughter // Anti x Reader

Ch.5 "Say Goodbye"

I walked back to the bathroom, locking the door and looking in the mirror, seeing my twisted reflection.

"Let me in now Jacky. I'm getting impatient." Anti spoke through the mirror.

"No Anti! I can't just let you take over! I'm not going to let you win!" I shouted in the mirror, slamming my fist into it. I expected my hand to hit the hard surface, but instead it went right through, and into the fist of Anti. He twisted my hand until I hear a loud pop.

I grunt out of pain as he kept twisting my hand, smiling wickedly on the opposite side of the mirror. Then, he released my hand, making me tear up from the sudden relief.

"Times running thin Jack. And I'm coming no matter what, and you can't stop me! Hahaha!" Anti screamed, disappearing into the darkness of the mirror.

I shook my head, tear drops splattering onto the marble surface of my sink. I wipe my eyes, walking back into my recording room. I stare in the camera for a couple seconds, for no specific reason.

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Again, I started to ramble, glancing every once in a while at my clock. 2:52 am. Before fear could wash over my pale face, I continued to talk to the camera. Everything was fine.

"Tah-Dah! It came out pretty well!" I say, plastering a face smile on my face, follow by a overly fake excited tone.

Before I could continue to speak, I looked over at my clock once more. 3:01 am. I beat him. I finally beat the demon that has been haunting me for years. The fake smile and artificial tone fade into a genuine, me.

"Okay! So the last thing you want to do is-" I was unable to finish my sentence. My lips felt like they were sewn shut. I could feel my jaw tense up, making my teeth clench down on my tongue, drawing an unhealthy amount of blood.

I try to drop the knife from my hand and attempt to feel my mouth, but I was unable to. My arms felt like they were under an unknown power, like a child has with his action figure.

Before I could comprehend what was going on I felt my hand lift to my neck, still with knife ahold.

"You know Jackaboy, I liked you. But, I don't like when people resist me. You know that. But, you know what it mean when someone resits? It means they are afraid of you. They look at you like a monster, and I never wanted that. I tried to protect you, but you just resisted. Good bye Jacky!"

Before the sharp, silver blade ran across my neck, I had felt my eyes wonder over to the camera.

This was no longer me.

I looked deeply into the camera's lenses, trying to say something, but before I could finally open my mouth, I felt cold metal against my skin.

I felt an instant burning sensation from the wound. I felt light headed. I felt defeated. I felt hopeless.

I could feel the blood rush to my neck, flowing out heavily, make my light headedness grow stronger. I had lost, but, I wasn't afraid anymore.

I allowed the darkness to come over my vision, slightly closing my eyes as my lights faded out and my mind going numb.

Before I took my last breathe, I heard a faint cackle in my ears. You won Anti. Do whatever you want.

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(For this chapter only, Anti will be in all italicized. Further chapters Anti will be in normal font c: I am done speaking, you may continue you lmao)

Oh, how it feels so good to be back in human flesh. I could smell the blood coming from Ja- my neck. I could indulge in it for hours. I breathed heavily, well now because I can actually breath. I could hear my heart beat. I could feel blood flow through the lifeless body. I couldn't physically touch it, but I had a brain. I had the creation of life, something I was shunned from for so many years.

Then a devilish smirk ran across my face. Why don't I scare Jackaboy's little fan girls.

I stayed laying on the pumpkin for a bit, then quickly raising my head, laughing loudly and reaching out to the camera.

It felt so good, I was in power. I had won. I had won!

I look around, moving my new limbs almost like a robot, getting used to my own skin. Literally.

I crack my neck, allowing the sound to echo in his room. My fingers touched my arm, feeling the warmth beneath my touch, making my shiver in excitement. I could actually feel, I could smell smells other than burning flesh and smoke from the hells I have been captivated in.

Before I could soak in the moment any further, I began to lift my head from the pumpkin, hearing my pulse in my ears as I did.

I build up a loud booming laugh from my gut, feeling it abrupt through my mouth and out to the camera.

"Y͝o̸͡û-His body was weak!" I scream, feeling power run over me.

"Y͝ǫ̸͡ù̷̡͜͟-You all said my name!"

"K͢͠ȩ̸̵̷̛̕̕͞pt̀̕͘͠ ́͜͟ḿ̵̧̨̨͟é̶̛́͠- I am here now!" They mocked me. They copied me. I run this world!

"I͞n͘s͜͜͠í̡̧̧͜͞d͘͏͞͏̵̨e̶̴̢̛͠ ̧y͘͏ó̷̀͠͝u͘͘ ̵̡͜͞-It's all your fault!"

"Ţ̡̧̛óǫ͞͝ ̷́l̸̛̕̕o͏͏́n͡͏̴̡g̵̢͘͟͝͠-You listen to me!"

"You a made this happen!"

"You could have stopped me, but you just watched, as this happened!

"Now he's gone forever. "

"Say goodbye!"...