H-He came back...

'ᴴᵉᶫᵖ ᵐᵉ⋅⋅⋅'

Here It continues...

Anty thought of an technique to get free time of the other psycho. He found some places to hide…under an desk…bed or in a closet… He paniced and chose under the bed, crawling quickly deep into the back of the Wall. Anti looked around, tugging at his hair some more, he stood in place, trying to just… tear at his hair for some reason, the voices were so unbearably loud in his head, he wanted them to just stop, he didn’t want THIS to be the way though… He took slow steps towards one of the desks that were in the room…. checking it, finding nothing he simply snarled and got a better look at his surroundings. “̕͢C̴̡ǫ̡mȩ̡͠ ͜oų͘t̴͜͠,́̀ ͝c͡͡o̵m̴̵͟e̵ ̧͘o̵͜ù̧͏t̶ ̢͘w̷̸͘h͝e͟͞r̵̨evér ̷y̕͢'́͘ ͟͝ar͘é~̶̨ ́͢D̨̀a̷͏d͢͡͏d̨y̕͢͏'̸͘s̕͞ ̶̛͠go̷͢ǹ͝n͏̴̛a͜͏ f̡͢in͏d ̛͠y͢a̡͡ ̧͟K̢͢ I͞ ̧̢͡T ̴̷T̶̛ ̴̴Y̶͠.̕͏.͏͘.” He cackled insanely, what had happened? What made him act this way? There was something wrong… Really wrong… There’s something bad inside of him right now.
Anty tryed being silent, thinking of theories. He watched as the other psycho searched, Anty felt anxiety crawling up his body, He just wanted to cry and get his dad back. Anti had searched the closets, and everywhere but the bed, he had saved it for last is what it seemed, his head snapped towards the bed, his black eyes flickering dangerous as he slowly approached, the knife gripped tightly in hand, he was mumbling something, but it was in-audible, he twitched, glitched, and overall looked completely freaky. The Voices were whispering out loud again, they were loud and audible, again repeating the same words ‘Imposter’, ‘kill him’, ‘do it’ but there was one of the voices…. One that said something completely different, its tone held sorrow and despair ‘ᴴᵉᶫᵖ ᵐᵉ⋅⋅⋅’