H-He came back...

S̷̕҉ ̵͝A ̵̢̡Y͘ ͢G ̴͘O҉̵ ͠O̴͞ ́D ̡͢B̶҉͠ Y͏ ͞E.҉.̢.̷̛

Anti continued to stroke at the other's neck, there was a voice inside his head telling him to 'do it' to kill, to just strangle and choke the life out of his other, this made Anti become shaky, his hand frozen in place but not gripping "͝W͘e̸̵҉'͢ŕ͡ę̵͝.͏.̢.͘͜..̨͟͡ ̵ok̕͞a҉͞y̶͘͠.̷.̷́͝.̡.̵̨̧.̨̛.̵̡. ̶̕͏W̵̶͟è.̀͡..̕͟.͞͠.͏ ̛ár͘e̵̡.̛̕͞.̶̵.̧.͏̢.̨͠..̸̢.҉̵̷ ̧o̴͟͜ka̴͜y̸͠͠.͜͟.̷̢.̨͟.̸̷̴"He said slowly, his hand still frozen in place for a moment. He paused, his body frozen, like a picture, just sitting there. The Voices were still in his head, screaming at him, until he could hear static even, his grip around the other's neck tightened a little. He could barely think straight, The Voices continued to scream at him, they were not letting up anytime soon. He got a cold look in eyes, his black eyes that held a murderous intent yet still a sorrowful look hidden behind them, he wasn't grinning however.
"͡҉I͝͏'͞m.̸͘.̴.̵̷́.́..̕.̵͜.̷̕.̸.͝͏..̨̡͘.͘s͠ò̵r̴͢rỳ̕͝.͘.̢.͢.̵̢.̢.̢̀.͏͏͟.͏͜..̵͢.́.͝͝.̧.̀͠..̷.͟c͘͢a͘͜n̴͜'͘t̵.̶̕.̸̛...̨.͏̨.́͢.͢.́͝..̵́.̴f̛į̵͞g̀͟͏h͏̴͘t̕͢.͏҉͠.̶.͝.̡͞.̵͠.̵.̢̡͟.͢.͝..̡͏̕.̕͢tr̀͞҉u̵e̷.҉͜.̸͢͟.͢͏.̵͠.҉.̸̸̨.̢͏̶.̸̡͟şe͡l̶f̧͏.͏̸̕.͠͡..̡͞..͡.̡҉̀ ̀t͏r̷͜͠ue͏ ş͞e͏̢̕l̶̶f.͘.̵̧͢..̡͠͝.̸̡͠.̢́.́ ̶͟C̢̡͢a͏͘n̕͢͞'̀́͘t͜͜.̷͘.͝.́͢͜.̛.͞.̶̸̛.̡c̡a̡̨͜n҉̀'̡̕t̕ ̶̛f̡́i͜g͘h͞t̵̸.͜.̸͘.̧͘͢.̵̷.͞.̧ ͏͜I̴̕.͟.̴.͏̕.̷͢.̷̢...̵I̡͢͢.̕.̡̡̕...̵̢͟" He paused, a sneer spreading across his face as he proceeding to tighten his grip on the other's neck again
"̀͢D̢͝a̶d̢d̶͜y͏'̴ş̛͢ ͜b͏ee̷̶̕n͝ ̸͞f̢͜i̴̛g̢h҉t̷̷i̵̴̡ń̸g̷̀ ̡͠h̸͘͝is̢͝ t͡͝ru҉̀e̢ ̀͞s̴̵è̶l͢f͠ ͠f̢͘é͞҉r͏̕ ̀a̵̡w̵͟h̡̡̕i͢͠le͠ ̵n̶͝ó͜w̨͟͞.҉.̸̕.̢͘.̧.̵̷͝.̢̧͏.̸́.̨̕.͞ A̷͝͏n͏'͏ ̛q̨u͡i̛҉̷t͟҉̷e҉͠ ҉fra͜n͘ķ̴̸l̨ỳ̡̨.̸́.͡͞.̵̶͜.́ ͡H̕͟e̡͢͡ ̨͝j̷̡us̨͏̷t ̷do͜e̡͟s̶̀n͘͜͝'͜͟͞t ̸͜͟wa̸͠n͢͏n͏a҉ f̵̧͘į̴̛g̶͢͝h̸͞t̸̕͜ ̛͠it́ ̀a̡̢͠n̷͏̢ym̵o͢r̀e̶͟͡ b͟a͟b̸̢͡y..̧҉.̴͘͘ ̛H͟e̢̨͞ ̢̕C̨҉ ̵A̢̛͢ ̛́̀Ń ̢̀'͠ Ţ f̵̵i͠g̛̕h̨͜͡t̸̀ ̡̛it̵̕͟ ̢͘a͞nýmor̶e.̢̀.͘̕͏.̶̵̡.̡̀͝ ҉bù͘t,̧͢ ̧D̶͞a̢͟͞d̸d͡͝y ̛w̸̕a͠nt̛s y҉à̸͝ ҉̶ţ̶'̸̡ ̷k̢͢ņò̧͞w҉̶͞.̷҉.̡.̴͝͝ ̨̡͡he̶'͏̸͡s.̛..̕͞.̴͞s̀͞ ̛o ͞͡r҉͏ ͜r̢ ̡͞y͞ f̨͢o̶̸r̶̕͞ ̷́w̸h̡̡͠a͡͝t҉̨͏ ̕͠h͜ę̨̀'̷̸̕s ͟҉a͝͝b̡o̵͘ut̴ ̡ta ͠d̷̕̕o̡͘..̨͝.͏"͠҉̢   Anty felt frightened and uncomftable and placed his hands on the other ones, trying to get loose of the tight grip on his Neck. He shaked lightly, questioning what that meant. Anti gently stroked his thumb over the other's throat, still having that choke hold on him as he slowly lifted the other up in the air "̨D̛a͢d̛d̨y'͘s̷ ́be͟en ͟tryin̛g ͏t҉o͏ F ̧I̕ Ģ H̨ Ţ.҉..͞. ̴T͏ry̧in̵g ́t̕' fight ̴Th̢e̸ Voi͘c͜e҉s͝ insi͠de ̸h̢i͘s ̸h͝ea̴d ͜k͢it̨t͏y.̧.̧.̵ ͞He͞ j̕uśt ͝C̷ ̴Ą ̀N͘ ' T ̨d̢o ͝it̢ ̷an̵ym̶o͠r͞e.̧.̴.̴ I̛'̸m..́.͟.̴.. ͜H́ ̀E ̷' ͡S҉ ̶ti̢r̸ed ̕òf͡ ͜f̶ig͜htiņg ̛us,͟ he̕'s̛ ̶tìr̕ed of̨ ̕f̶ig̡h͡ti̴ng ţh̷'̢ VOI̵C̡E͜S..̸." He cackled, a grin stretched across his face, however it looked.... different, one side looked like it held sadistic joy, the other looked to be a sorrowful frown. "Th'̧ V̧oi͢ces̨ i̷n̢ m̶'̛ he͡a̷d b͜a̛by̕..̕.̸ ͘Th̡ey̸'r͠e̕ so.̵.͞.̢. so͡ ̛l̡ou͞d̵.͟.҉.͡ ̡s͟o͏ strǫǹg,̴ so͠.̶..͘.͢ C͝ ̛O N ͟T̸ ͠R ̨O ̨L L͞ ͠I N ̛G̷..͞.͠ B̕aby̢ bo̧y̸... ́it hùr̡ts̸...̡ ̴D̵a̡ddy͟ do͟e̕s͜n'́t́ wanna d̡o th͝is t̷'͘ ya.͘.͞. ͜Bu̴t̸ th' voices in҉ h̵i͠s̀ ͢h͜ead ͜are͝ ̀t͢oo̕ ͏sţrong.̀.́.҉ I͞ ͜c̢a̸ņ'̴t.̶.͟.͜. ̛f͠ig̷ht̴.҉.͏. I͜'m̛ sor̕ry҉..̀." He tightened his grip even more, pausing for a moment before speaking again. "͠͝T̴h̵́̕'̀͜ ̡͞V͡o͢ic͜͜͡es ͢͞ar̶ę͘ ̷̧̧t͏e͟l̨l̸in͜g̶̡̀ ̷͞͞ḿ̧e.̸̨͜.͝.̵͝.̨̨̛ ̷̸́t͘̕͘a͠͞ ̷̵̴D͘ ͏I ̴͞S͏͟ ̨͠P̶ ͜O͟͠ ̷̧̕S̶͞ ͡Ę̶͢ O ҉̡͟F̧̛̀ I͝ ̷͢M̷̛ ͠͠P̧̧͜ ̶͜O̧ ̶S̵̴͡ ̨T̀͠ ͡E̡ ̛R̛ S͘͞.͘.̛͟.̸̨.̧̀͜.͠ S̷̕҉ ̵͝A ̵̢̡Y͘ ͢G ̴͘O҉̵ ͠O̴͞ ́D ̡͢B̶҉͠ Y͏ ͞E.҉.̢.̷̛"̀̕