blood like gasoline » danti (reuploaded)

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a/n: sorry for not updating yall its the writers block n im a piece of shit(-:but heres a plot twist maybe idk the books almost over

sorry its short

tw: gore n violence

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Light crackling sounds of flames licking at the damp, musky air drew Anti from his unconsciousness. His eyelids were too heavy to lift but his fingers twitched against the cool ground he was seated on and he was met with rough concrete scratching on the pads of his fingers.

He frowned, lifting his hands to rub at his face when he felt a pull on his wrists and the rattle of metal. He forced his eyes open, blinking several times to clear his vision as it adjusted to the dark lighting.

The room was unfamiliar, weathered brick-and-mortar walls surrounded him, stained with what Anti could only assume was old blood. The thought sent a chill up his spine, he needed to get out of here, wherever here was.

He looked down at his wrists, eyeing the shackles that locked firmly in place around him and following the chains up to a bar where he was restrained to. He couldn't remember anything, especially not how he got here.

Was this Dark's doing?

Anti shifted to his knees, sitting back on his legs with his arms behind him, pulled taut with the chains. He squinted to find the exit but he could barely make out more than a few feet in front of him.

"H-hello?" he called out, his voice cracking from the lack of use.

There was no response, so he kept trying. "Can anyone hear me? Dark? Someone let me out, I'm trapped!"

He struggled against his restraints, grunting as he tried to rip them off the wall. They weren't budging though, he wasn't used to this. Something was off about the metal, he could usually break it but this wasn't working.

He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on glitching somewhere other than here. His form sparked and started to separate but a bolt of electricity shot through him and he was slammed against the wall.

He groaned in pain, his skin burning and sizzling and he looked down at his wrists. The chains were glowing a neon blue and his skin blistered and bubbled where the metal touched him, a blue smoke emitting from his burns.

Tears pricked his eyes and he hissed, the pain was unbearable and he couldn't stop it. He even brought his wrists to his mouth and bit himself to mask it with his venom but it didn't work, his skin would heal only to be melted by the chains once more.

"Help! Somebody help me! F-fuck it hurts!" he cried out, banging his back against the wall to make a louder noise.

Then suddenly light filled the room, a door he couldn't see from the shadows swung open. A person stood in the doorway but Anti couldn't make out their features.

"Oh Antisepticeye, you're a stupid little thing aren't you?"

The voice was familiar, he'd heard it before. That accent, where had he heard it?

"Who are you?" Anti growled, pulling at the chains again as the cuffs tore in his wrists further. The air filled with the smell of his sizzling flesh and he had to resist the urge to vomit.

"Don't you recognize me?"

The man stepped forward, the door closing behind him with a puff of smoke and slowly Anti's vision adjusted to the sudden light change. He squinted as he took in the man's face in the low light. A beard, blonde hair, blue and black ey--fuck.