Tempted (Antisepticeye x Reader)

10

You finished your editing, posted the video, made some dinner -  left some for Anti in the kitchen - and now you are lying on your bed in comfortable pajamas settling down for the night on your phone.

When you were finished making dinner, you knocked on Anti's closed bedroom door, and yelled in that food was in the kitchen, but there was no response. You didn't think anything of it, and headed off to bed. Which meant you lying there in silence on your phone for many hours.

So far, your Undertale video is getting great reviews. A lot of people loved your reaction to Flowey and are begging you to update it soon.  

It's almost midnight, so you must have been scrolling on your phone for at least a few hours. You're so tired, but ever since this chaos has started, you've had nightmares. And you are, for once in your life, afraid to close your eyes and drift off into the dark abyss.

Yet, even when trying to prevent it by shining blue light into your eyes, you still do.

Darkness engulfs you and you are unable to see your surroundings, But you can still tell you are outside in chilled air, sitting down, and wind is blowing into your hair at a rapid rate.

Then you realize that the darkness is not caused by your eyelids, but that it is because there is something covering them. It feels like a narrow ribbon that digs into your eyes, pushing your eyeballs into your eye sockets, and ties extremely tight at the back of your head.

You try to reach up to pull it off or to loosen the tension, but the blind is immobile and can't be budged. It is tied so tight, that you can't even slide your fingers underneath the ribbon, or shift it into a more less painful position.

But that doesn't stop you from hearing, though. The constant sound you hear is a familiar hum of a motor, but instead of it being muffled from the inside of a car, it seems like the sound is louder and more echoey. Like the motor is right next to you.

You must be in a car of some sort. Obviously one with open windows. That is the reason for the constant wind and the loud motor.

Have I been kidnapped?

This is where the panic starts. You know this isn't real. You know this can't kill you. Yet the pressure in your chest that makes you sick to your stomach is still there and is welling up into your throat.

You want to speak. And you can. But you know too little about where you are to know of it's safe or not. Who is there with you in the car driving? Who is listening?

Instead, you listen more intently for any sign of someone else in the car.

Then the car break pumps once, and your body is flown forward into what feels like could be the dashboard. You chest and arms slam into it while your head clashes with the window above, and you immediately feel pain inflame your temple and blood drip from your nose. Then the car accelerates again, sending you back into your seat with a force.

The engine revs up as you feel the speed of the car increase. A highway?

You curl up into the seat of the car, which you assume to the passenger seat because of the dashboard, and try to control the pounding that is consuming your brain.

You don't know what to do. You can't see, so you have no idea where you are specifically, who is there with you, and where you can go.

As you lay there you try not to move. You don't know if you broke anything, or if you will black out if you move your head. And blacking out wouldn't be the smartest thing to do if you're not alone. Who knows what your captor would do to you.