Tempted (Antisepticeye x Reader)

8

Once again, you started your day without eating anything, so of course you are hungry. In the kitchen, you decide to prepare yourself some sort of a meal. Still frustrated with Anti, you march over to the fridge and start to raid it, tearing out different ingredients and stuffing them into your arms. You don't even know what you're going to make, but you're hungry so you'll make whatever you can with what you have. You grab things like eggs, bacon, bread, cheese, milk, muffins, and fruit and layer them on top of each other in a way so they they won't fall over in your arms. You can barely see over the food as you back away and close the fridge door with your foot, just to see Anti standing right behind it, looking like his regular self again with his black clothes and knife cut.

You jump back, startled, and feel the eggs slip from your grip and onto the floor, creating a slowly oozing puddle of yolk.

"Anti!" You yell. He just giggles. "Do you have to follow me everywhere?" You drop everything onto the counter behind you, grab a towel and bend down to clean up the mess.

Anti just shrugs above you, "Well, you know. What else am I going to do here?" He stalks over to the furthest edge of the counter and hops up onto it. He gives you somewhat puppy eyes and a pout, "I'm lonely."

You just roll your eyes, and start to wipe up the mess. The carton fell open upside down, pieces of egg shells lay everywhere within the puddle of yolk, indicating that there were no survivors. Looks like you won't be making eggs today.

"Now you owe me a whole carton of eggs. If, you're so bored, then why don't you go up to the market to buy more?"

"And what? Leave you here alone to record more videos without me?"

You pause and look up at him without saying anything. He raises and eyebrow at you.

You just go back to wiping up the shells with your yolk-soaked towel.

"I don't need to be babysat. I'm not some sort of child that needs to be observed over every move I make."

"You're not a child," he says in a sincere tone. "Children are loud and annoying."

"Sounds like someone I know," you mumble.

"Funny." He huffs, "But no, children are small and gross. Have you seen the way they eat! It's revolting."

"Since were you the one to care about behavior?"

"Don't be sassy with me, Scar Head." He points at you and says in a strict tone. "I mean it."

You stand back up and throw the entire towel in the trash, and run your hands under water from the sink to wash off your sticky hands. You turn off the water and dry off your hands on your pants, and turn to the other food on the counter, but don't reach for anything. "What's that supposed to mean? Mean what?"

"You may seem like an asshole at first impression..."

You scowl.

"But you're not as much of a child as you seem."

Your scowl turned into a confused one as you turn around and lean against the counter.

"Children are beings that depend another person to provide everything for them. They can't go an hour without someone at their side." Anti gets off the counter and walks towards you. "Whereas you, you can do all the things on your own. You don't need someone to hold your hand as you cross the street."

"I'm not sure I know where you're going with this..."

"I underestimated you, (y/n). I thought you were weak. I thought you were stupid enough to fall into my clutch. And in some cases, you still were, but you were still brave enough to try to fight against it: the urge to give up what you made. Yet, you didn't."