| Plaything | Antisepticeye x Reader

Chapter 5

{A/N} Okay, I'll make this quick: It's so freakin cool when I look at the analytics of my last book and this one and see people from different countries reading my book. I'm in the United States, but there are people in Canada, the United Kingdom, Indonesia, the Philippines, Germany, Australia, the Czech Republic, Serbia... If you're from any of those places (or in the US with me), that's awesome!

I shoot into an upright position in bed, one hand clutching my stomach and the other gripping my sore throat. A cold sweat drenches me. A ripping pain that seemed to split me in half at the torso quickly subsides with the sharp pain in the back of my head. My breathing is jagged and uneven as I take in my surroundings.

You're back in your room, I remind myself. It was just a dream. You're okay.

My breathing slows, and I turn to the window to find that it's still dark outside. My clock reads, 4:55AM. I take a deep breath, then lethargically get out of bed. I shuffle to the kitchen, still shaken, and grab a cup of water. When I return to my room, my hands have stopped trembling.

I lay back down, but soon realize that I'm not getting back to sleep anytime soon. Though still a bit tired, my eyes refuse to close for longer than it takes to blink. Eventually, I give up and sit upright, curling my knees up to my chest and wrapping blankets around me. Curling into a ball doesn't make me feel any safer, but I feel generally better.

After a half hour, the sun begins to rise. Still, I stay in my infantile position, watching the giant fiery ball peak above the horizon, then lazily lift into the sky. Only when it's in full view and illuminating my room do I dare to rise and start my day.

I get dressed, perform my daily routine, then head downstairs to make breakfast. Still no sign of Anti, but I'm kinda okay with that now. Food seems to help my nerves, but with the regained composure returns the yearning to leave the house. It reaches 11:33AM before I finally decide to walk out. Anti only told me to stay inside yesterday, right?

Just as my hand begins to pull the door open, I feel a cold presence materialize behind me. One pale hand from my left slams the door shut, and the other wraps around my waist and arms, keeping me from moving away.

"Aww, [Y/N]," a raspy voice chides. "You weren't about to leave, were you?"

My breath catches in my throat at his sudden appearance. I remain silent. Anti's arm turns me around so that I face his malicious glinting eyes and sinister smile. The arm around me quickly readjusts so that he can pull me closer to him as the demon takes a step forward to keep my back against the wall.

"I had such high hopes for you. I thought you'd listen."

I remain silent. The sickening feeling from my chest comes back, and I don't have to look down to know that the "A" on my chest is glowing a bright red. I squeeze my eyes shut against the throbbing migraine and have to lean against the wall behind me to keep myself up. That changes as the hand around my torso shoots to my throat.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Anti hisses. I quickly open my eyes to meet his furious ones, prompting him to loosen his grip ever so slightly, allowing me just enough room to breathe.

"Don't disobey me again, or there will be far worse consequences. Understand?"

I nod as much as I can with his grip on my throat.

"Good [girl/boy/other]," Anti smiles, letting go of my throat and ruffling my hair affectionately.

The instant he backs away, I rub my sore neck and cough, appreciating the fresh air going into my lungs.