Inside // Septiplier

Chapter 14

A/N: I KNOW I'VE BEEN AWAY PLEASE DON'T KILL ME AH, THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY SHORT BUT I PROMISE I WILL UPDATE FROM NOW ON, IM SO SORRY PROCRASTINATION IS MY ENEMY. ANYWHO I HOPE YOU ENJOY :D

"Get out of my head, Anti." Once again Dark's serene atmosphere had been interrupted and this time he wasn't in the mood for anyone. Especially the trickster. A mocking siren echoed throughout his ears signifying his approach, Dark merely continued his path intent on avoiding any deviations from his plan.

"Awwwww, c'mon Dark, I couldn't help myself. You just left trash on the ground and I cleaned it up. Aren't I a good soul?"

"You'd be better dead."

"Don't be like that Dark, if it weren't for me Jackaboy wouldn't be here, and we know you'd hate that." Anti snickered presenting a devious smirk towards the seething figure.

"Watch it, Anti. I won't hesitate again."

"You and I both know you can't kill me, and I can't kill you. We're let's say 'immortal' after all."

"That won't stop me from breaking each and every fibre of your body."

Anti chuckled softly continuing his own airbourne journey. "Dark, Dark you're too emotional. Lighten up and have some fun for once. Life's a game after all. We're all just pieces on a board we call this bitch of an Earth."

"Shove you and your metaphors up my ass. I'm busy."

"Gladly."

Dark groaned aware of his inability to escape the demonic leprechaun, for now, he would have to tolerate his existence but soon he'd have the last laugh.

"Demonic leprechaun? Wow Dark, I expected better insults."

A heavy sigh was the only response Dark delivered. He had forgotten about Anti's irritating 'gift' of telepathy. Anti giggled, answering Dark's realisation.

"What do you want?"

"Company, nothing much."

Dark muttered clearly agitated by Anti's carefree attitude. A hint of sass was also prevalent. Fixing his eyes upon the heavy entity upon his shoulder, Dark displayed his disgust. Once again he fathomed his relation towards this excuse of a man. How could anyone tolerate his existence? His nature, his attitude, the complexities of his life, didn't people have better things to do?

"People waste their lives. Demons take them and use it wisely."

"Since when did you become a pawn of the Devil?"

"I am the Devil."

Dark scoffed. For a minor being, he sure did spout some bold words. "I'd watch that tongue of yours."

Anti's eyes glinted maliciously before revealing his tongue, slinking out of the depths of his core.

Dark repositioned the stationary object upon his frame in an attempt to regain some sort of comfort. He huffed aware of his futile actions.

"I could give you a hand?" Anti snickered as he spied Dark fumbling with the motionless shell.

"I'm fine."

Anti shrugged as a reply and delved into his thoughts of knowing Dark's true feelings.

"Eventually, he," Anti gestured towards himself, "is going to wake up."

"Not my problem."

"It will be when he disrupts the process."

Suddenly taken aback, Dark mouthed what would've been a shocked 'how did you...' but instead was interrupted by the demon's index finger tapping on his forehead.