Die's hands gripped the back of Anti's shirt and pulled him away from (Y/n). His claw-like nails leaving tiny gashes on her neck. She fell to the floor regaining her breath.
Die held him tightly as he thrashed around trying to break free. "Sean! Take control! I can't hold him off for long!"
Anti scratched at his arms and hands making him bleed. "Ľ̸̨̦̓̽e̵͍͎̅̒́ṱ̴͆ͅ ̸͇͂m̵̛͓͋̚e̴̞͕͛̾̏͝ť̸̰̬̈́̿̄ ̵̥̻͚̅̂͜g̷̘͈̊̔͋ȏ̵̱̫."
"Oh yer fookin' done today." Sean struggled for control of his own body.
Most of the trashing was the fight for control. Not only was Anti fighting for control, but he was also fighting to get away from Die. It was two against one in this situation, leaving him more tired than angry. As he gave up fighting Sean pushed into control.
"It's me! It's me! It's Sean! Please let me go!" Sean begged to be put down.
Die let go abruptly letting him fall to the floor. He set himself up on all fours regaining his breath, his body tired from the entire struggle.
"Fookin' A man.." He breathed. "What the fook was his problem?"
Both of them had briefly forgotten about (Y/n) before hearing her light cries from across the room. They turned their head to see her holding her own neck, tears running down her face.
"(Y/n)," Sean breathed. "no, no, no— oh god no.." He stood up slowly, using the chair near him for help. "C'mere (Y/n). He's gone. He's not here."
She seemed to be in a daze, not able to answer him. Sean took a few steps towards her which wasn't good at all. She began to cower in fear, letting out a shriek and a cry.
"Please, no, don't— just— Mors—" She remembered his name, her eyes widening as they made contact with his. "Mors— Mors please. Please Mors please help me!"
Die quickly moved over to her kneeling down. "Hey, you're okay. I promise."
Sean couldn't believe his eyes. That (Y/n) trusted a complete stranger over himself. He was heart broken that she was terrified of him. He was in control and fear still swallowed her.
He looked down at his hands to see Die's blood beginning to dry. He felt like a monster for something he didn't even do. More so what he didn't prevent.
Die helped her up, and held her by the shoulders. "I'm going to take her and clean her up in the bathroom. You should clean yourself up in the kitchen."
Sean watched them leave, but stayed still in his position. He continued to look down at his hands and blame himself for actions that were not his. How could he not though, it was done by his hands. His hands wrapped around her neck. HIS HANDS.
After a few minutes of self hatred he walked into the kitchen and began to clean off his hands.
Mean while Die continued to talk (Y/n) down from her shock. She was too afraid to think rationally, act rationally, or even speak rationally. He could feel her shake under his finger tips, and it made him feel awful.
He sat her down on the toilet then turned on the sink to soak a rag in warm water.
"He was— He was going to kill me.." She hugged herself, staring at the floor.
Die shook his head and rang out the rag. "Can I tell you a story?"
She looked up at him, teary eyed.
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Latch
Fanfiction(Sequal in progress) (Y/n) is stuck in a sticky situation with some people she barely knows. From sandy barren wastelands to rocky hills (Y/n) is stuck in the constructs of her own mind. Will the Youtubers secret destroy the world? Or will they ov...
