Latch

Ch. 23: Oh, Ms. Believer

       

"Fookin' hell!" Anti cursed as he hit the ground. "What the fook did ye do— that—for?"

He looked around him to see the bare, dead woods before him. In the distance was a large white light. He squinted his eyes to see as far as possible but it only helped so much. With not much else to do, he began his journey towards the foreign object walking a little faster than usual over rocks and dirt hills.

He now knew why he was hit so hard, even thinking Die was a genius for doing so. He kept his eyes peeled and his ears open for any sudden sounds that seemed out of the ordinary. The closer he became to the white light the more he began to hear light whispers. They were loud enough to hear but quiet enough to keep him from the details.

A steep hill stood in front of him, and on the other side, a bright light. He was never the best climber and struggled a bit to get up to the top, but once doing so he was speechless. A large white ball sat inside the crater.

"The center.." He whispered to himself.

Wisps of smoke flowed off like dry ice. He felt something very familiar about the presence of this light. He slid down the side but tripped half way down causing him to roll down and into the light. One large flash later and he was now in a very green environment. The trees were in full bloom, the landscape was green and full of life, even the sky was as blue as the ocean.

Anti sat up and looked around himself. "This is the inside?"

The scent of fresh cut grass flowed through his now. He stood up and stood still listening in to what was around him. Trees brush together, birds chirped, and (Y/n) silently wept to herself.

"(Y/n)..." He breathed then turned towards the direction it came from.

Off in the distance, he could see he facing away from him at a small pond.

"Are those bubbles? Yer fookin' kidding me, bubbles?" He rolled his eyes and began walking towards her.

(Y/n) held her knees tight to her chest. She had fallen asleep on the couch as Dark prepared for them to leave. The truth of the situation? She didn't want to go with him. She didn't want to believe that Anti wanted her dead. She wanted her promises to be met. She wanted to help redesign Sean's channel. She wanted to mess around with Anti. She wanted to play music with Sean. She wanted to cheat her way through arcade games with Anti. She didn't want this path, but she didn't believe there was any other choice.

Her bubbles floated around her, almost teasing her to pop them, to hear the truth, but no matter how many truth's she heard, good or bad, she didn't want to hear any of them.

"Ye look a little lonely over here all by yer lonesome," Anti spoke up.

Her heart dropped before she launched to her feet. "What—what are you doing here, Anti?"

"What do ye think I'm doing here? I want to —" Vines sprouted from the ground wrapping around him so tight he couldn't finish his sentence.

"You shouldn't be here. I made my decision."

"Are ye fookin' stupid? Dark doesn't care what happens to ye!" He moved his hands just enough to pull out his knife from his jeans, cutting the vine apart to free the rest of himself. "Now let me talk to ye!"

"Stay away from me!" She began to run away from him then remembered demons couldn't swim.

Just as Anti finally freed himself more vines sprouted from the ground wrapping around his ankles and picking him up. "Can we just taaaAAAAALKKK—" The vine whipped him out to the middle of the pound where his feet surely wouldn't touch the bottom.