Back in Black (Antisepticeye x Reader) D!

Warm ~ Seven

"Where'd you run off too?"

His voice rang through your head as you stared into his black eyes. You realized he only had those out when he was angry. You could barely speak your body really hurt and you didn't feel that good.

"I-"

He let out his maniacal giggle twisting his head to the side.

"Just kidding, I already knew where you went. Without telling me too?"
Your body went into shock and fear as you swallowed, a lump in your throat starting to form. He giggled once more looking at your damaged knees, he gave a wicked smile taking a sniff.

You averted your eyes from him and tried to block out your thoughts by squeezing your eyes shut. This darkness was way better than his eyes. You internally chuckled but didn't show any emotion on your face.

A cold sensation on your neck made your eyes shoot back open in surprise. Looking down at the source it was Anti's knife, the tip pressed against the base of your neck.

You gave out a squeak your hands seeming to be cemented at your sides.

"What?" Anti questioned "Cat got your tongue?!"
He gave off another laugh as he dug the knife deeper into your neck, the pain finally washing over you. You shut your eyes once more, you daydreamed of Sean and better things.

The knife released from your neck but soon dragged against your cheek, too light to make a mark. It made small designs curling from one way to another. You wanted to yelp in defense but since it was so close to your face you decided against it.

The knife pulled away from your face as you opened your eyes in relief letting a stream of air escape your lungs. He squatted down to your height, his arm jerking to the side as the knife soon embedded itself into the wall, no doubt leaving a hole.

"Why are you so quiet?"
He grabbed your chin in his hand, his grasp firm so it made your cheeks slightly puff up.

"For a second I though I had done something wrong."

No shit Sherlock.

He leaned forward slightly his grip tightening as he got even closer, his body glitching.

"Being a smart-ass aren't ya lass?"
He mumbled his dark eyes giving of an intimidating vibe. It made you want to shiver.

You didn't dare speak, he soon got bored of staring at your face as he stood up. He towered over you since you were still on the ground, your legs have gone numb from sitting in an awkward position. Though numb they still burned in pain along with your hands which stung and longed for you to clean them up, you weren't a professional...

"Get up." His voice was blunt, you didn't look up at him yet stared at his black stained sneakers. Trying to clear your throat you gave out a cough.

"I can't."
You weakly said, you could if you felt better but since the fall had caused such damage to your knees it hurt to even move them, let alone stand up.

He didn't seem to take your answer so he grabbed your neck and forced you to look at him.

"D̶̀o͝ ͠as I̶̡ ͞s̕͘a҉̨y̸.͏̡"
His voice become distorted and nonhuman like.