Inside // Septiplier

Chapter 15

A/N: Soooooo I felt I owed you guys another chapter, I stayed up yes but it's actually a really short chapter and I promise I'll lengthen them! I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is appreciated too :D

Inquisitively, he tapped the instrument allowing its contents to seep out. Observing the beads leaving the thin metal injector, he giggled hysterically eager to commence his operation. Another fun game. Restraints had been an issue to obtain, but Anti had prevailed, after all he was quite inventive. Instead of shackles he resorted to the seemingly ancient methodology of ropes. Dark was too pristine. The wooden bench sufficed, the least to say, withholding the damaged man from any chance of movement. Anti eyed the exposed bone. Would he wake up if he were to play with it? No. He'd wait. Mark would arise soon anyways, the fidgeting and grunting proved that. Anti resumed to prepare himself for his game of operation. Lacking the usual metal tray, Anti alternated to a mere wooden cupboard, its flat surface worked decently. An array of tools decorated the bland furniture, an assortment of metallic utensils and cylindrical containers. Liquids of all sorts were present in each one, some near – empty and some full. A small hole, the size of a pin was the only flaw to each bottle. Labels weren't necessary for Anti, he'd experimented enough to recognise which one he desired. Perhaps colour-coding would've been a choice.

Hearing a soft murmur, Anti found himself being devoured by ecstasy, he would've preferred inflicting his game onto Jack, but Mark would serve for now. After all, he'd dissipate in a matter of seconds without the Irish man's body. That's it Mark. Rise and shine! Be a good boy, won't ya? Anti snickered with delight, he'd enjoy this. Very much. Armed with his syringe, he waited.

Mark stirred slowly, regaining the little remains of energy he withheld. Revealing his chocolate eyes, he blinked repeatedly clearing his distorted vision. With his sight almost repaired, Mark meagrely whispered a helpless question. "J-Jack?" Answered with the maniacal laugh, Mark trembled finding himself immobile by the burning chains. Anti knew he was at his breaking point, he knew Jack was watching too. "Just a bit off Markimoo~" Withholding the scorching stream, Mark rested against the splinters. Both he and Anti knew this was his end. "I finally got rid of your fucking other half. Such a pain in my fucking ass. Y'know I tried, I tried so fucking hard to be nice! But no, he's just a stuck up little PRICK!" Mark flinched at the sudden intrusion, the familiar sting of the syringe. "He thought he was the fucking boss of the world, but no, no, no! I'M THE FUCKING KING! THIS IS MY WORLD! I WON'T HAVE YOU OR THAT LITTLE FUCKING SHITHEAD THAT LOCKED ME AWAY STEAL MY SPOTLIGHT! NO, NOOOOO YOU'RE GOING TO SUFFER JUST LIKE I HAD TOO! AND YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING ENJOY IT!" Anti stared at him with icy daggers, Mark froze unable to respond. "Now. Let's get to business, shall we?" Anti giggled to himself turning towards his layout of toys.

"What first?" He mused to himself. "What'll make Jack hurt the most? Hmm. It's funny, Mark. He doesn't even like you in that way. That must hurt more than all the tools in this fucking room. Doesn't it?" Mark grimaced, if Jack were safe he'd remain somewhat sane. "Jackie's gone Mark, didn't you hear? There's a new sheriff in town?"

"Please, just hurry up. Kill me. Just, kill me already." Tears flowed down, he had erupted. Lost control.

"No, no, nooo. That's not how it work's Mark! It's about having fun! If you were dead, I'd get no reaction, and what fun is seeing no one suffer? Hmm?" Mark continued his descent allowing the waterfall to thicken. "See, that's a reaction! That's fun!"

"Do your worst you fucking demon."

Anti chuckled. Looming over Mark he drunk in his fear. Staring into his own trembling pupils he revealed his unknown, black abyss. The sea of darkness. "That's exactly what I plan to do."

"Now, where were we?" Anti scanned his options. He would reach for one then withdraw his hand. This continued for what Mark could only assume was 15 minutes. 15 minutes left to his own mind of Anti's capabilities. Every now and then Anti would snicker, notably when Mark imagined Anti's handiwork. He was merely feeding him with more ideas. "Found you!" Anti sprung up cheerfully exhibiting his choice. Mark whimpered, with such a small device you'd think such atrocities wouldn't occur, but Anti, Anti could enact them upon you in seconds. "No, no you fucking stay away from me!" Anti cackled, Mark's fear only deepened his sadistic desires. "That's not part of the game Mark!" Approaching him, Mark wriggled. With that device, surgeons could slice you open in half in a matter of milliseconds. Desperation surged throughout Mark's body, but to no avail. Eyeing the scalpel, Mark could only await his demise. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you! I'm just going to hurt you, a lot."

Anti's craftsmanship commenced signalled by Mark's excruciating screams. Unfathomable noises. "Oh, calm down! It's a fucking scratch! Besides, I haven't gotten to the good part!" The familiar crimson substance coated Anti's delicate fingers as he continued his precise incisions. He'd only just exposed the first 2 layers. Pressing the metallic object, Anti swiftly glided it across Mark's flesh exposing another few layers. The scent of iron filled his thirst. Anti noticed Mark's unresponsive behaviour reminding him to prepare his victim. Another dose should do.

Retrieving his near – empty container, Anti filled his syringe with the murky substance. Humming a tune while heading over to Mark, he tilted his head to expose his neck once again injecting the strange contents into him. "Wakey, wakey! The game's only begun!" Observing Mark's startled expression, Anti giggled softly. "That's the spirit!" Anti gingerly picked up the red utensil. Inserting it into its former wound, Anti opened another layer refreshed by both the smell and Mark's delightful screams of agony. "I think I'll reach your bone with one more slice! That was quick! At least you're not as weak as that pathetic shit." Mark couldn't comprehend Anti nor anything around him, the only thing that occupied his mind was the pain that shot through him. That excruciating pain. It wouldn't go away. Why couldn't he sleep?

"Because I'm not letting you! That'd ruin the fun!" Mark stifled his noises. They would've been incoherent to anyone. "Now, I think I'll choose my next item! Let's see." Aimed towards his disfigured limb, Mark gagged. "Yeah, you're pretty disgusting." Anti snickered, eyeing a lone glass bottle, not intended for his needle. "This might spice things up!" Grabbing the bottle he eagerly awaited Mark's response towards his choice. The label had been obscured inhibiting Mark of discerning its contents. "Sulphuric acid! I actually have no idea where I found this, but it seems pretty effective." Mark gulped aware of Anti's intentions. Science class had demonstrated its consequences on exposed skin, let alone an exposed gash. "Anti, please. Please." Anti deviously grinned responding with a simple, "Nope!".

Mark pulled against the manmade shackles, rope burn was the last of his concerns. This only enticed Anti more, and thus he began to disperse the liquid onto his bloodied flesh. "I think it burns too which means I don't have to use my torch! Two for the price of one. What a bargain, don't you think?" Anti had become a dot to Mark, even if he tried to focus on the demon he would only appear as a blur. Pain had taken over. Pain would be his last friend.

"Screams really are the best songs." Anti giggled before applying more of the substance. Mark only writhed uncontrollably in anguish. The clock was ticking away for him.

"C'mon! Do I really have to give you another dose?" Anti rolled his lone neon eye. "Maybe I'll give you something else, something with a real kick to it!" Mark spluttered. A mixture of spit and blood slid off the table as Mark began to drift off again. "C'mon, c'mon I'm losing playtime!" Anti surveyed his wares. Adrenaline had no use at this point, nor did any stimulants. "Fuck I'm going to have to use..." Sighing with annoyance, Anti unclenched his jaws allowing his green substance to seep into Mark. Wiping his split lip, Anti gazed down at Mark witnessing his resurrection.

"You humans, you're so fucking weak." Anti allowed his pupil to inspect Mark's expression. He was wide awake now, thankfully and pain was clearly plastered on his dumbfounded face. "Now, for the best part!"

"Y-you let m-me go?"

"Don't be stupid! It's carving time."