I shudder at how jovial Anti acts about nearly slicing open my throat. I place a hand on the side of my neck to stop more blood from staining my collar, keeping a wary eye on Anti. He's backed up, and swings the knife around casually. I worry that it'll slip from his hand and sink into my skull.
The cut wasn't too horribly deep, but a decent amount of blood is streaming from the wound. However, I worry that if I try to leave before he's finished scaring me, the gash will be much worse.
"I guess I'll have to be careful when hurting you. Don't want to permanently damage your fragile mortal body," Anti laughs.
By now, I'm beginning to feel a bit dizzy. The blood flow hasn't stopped and, if I don't leave soon, I'll pass out. I blink a few times, trying to stay awake. Finally, I stand and go to rush out of the room. Before I get too far, Anti grabs my arm and throws me onto the ground and on my back.
As my head hits the floor, my vision blurs. I can hardly move. Anti stands over me threateningly, watching my pain. The collar of my shirt is soaked in blood now, and Anti doesn't seem like he wants me to leave any time soon. Another wave of sickness washes over me, and my vision darkens.
Anti crouches over me and presses the knife to the uninjured side of my throat.
"Maybe I should give you a nice scar," he laughs.
The blade cuts into my flesh lightly, making another incision. I pray that he won't act impulsively. As my body relaxes against my will and I feel myself slipping off into sleep, Anti slaps me. I can already feel the heat from the pain, but it shakes me awake. I fight harder to keep my eyes open.
"Always give me your full attention when I'm talking to you," he growls. With great difficulty, I nod.
Dragging the knife agonizingly slowly across my skin, he connects the two cuts so that they stretch across the length of my neck. He then moves away from me, and disappears.
I immediately try to sit up, clutching my aching head and putting a hand over bleeding neck. After stumbling to the bathroom, I clean the wound and stop the blood flow. Then, I collapse onto my bed, finally allowing myself to fall asleep.
When I open my eyes to the darkened room, my hand reaches for my neck. Surprisingly, the wound has healed significantly. I sit up, fight through a brief yet magnificent headache, and then head downstairs. I make myself some pasta, then sit down on the couch with the steaming bowl in my lap.
I browse Hulu for a bit, settle on a random series, and then let myself zone out. I'm not really watching tv for the entertainment – It's to keep my mind off of things.
I could've died then, if Anti hadn't remembered that I'm human. He actually forgot about my mortality.
Shuddering at the thought, I try to focus on the show. It only takes a few moments for my mind to drift back to my near-death experience and the large scar stretching across my neck.
Do I have enough turtlenecks to last me through the week? Maybe I could make do with a nice scarf.
As the third episode of the show ends, I decide to try to go back to sleep. It's 4:03AM, so I can sleep for a few hours before it gets too bright outside. Placing my bowl in the sink, I head to the bathroom and let my bloodied shirt soak in cold water for a few minutes. Then, I toss it in the washing machine with another load. Too lazy to actually put on pajamas, I just burrow under the blankets.
When I open my eyes, I'm back in the place I was before. I'm on the pedestal, in the center of the large cavern. Instead of being completely dark, however, and orange glow accompanied by a searing heat rises from below me. I tentatively gaze over my column's edge, finding blazing fires raging below me.
So much for a quick death, I think. Looking back up, I find Anti snarling at me from his own pillar.
"Now that we've gotten rid of that whole 'fourth option' issue, let's try this again," he growls. The spotlights reappear, illuminating the dripping blood, the screen showing static, Anti's devious smile, and myself.
People say that you'd better hope you suffocate on the smoke, I remember while looking down to contemplate, because burning to death is so unbelievably horrible.
"Oh, and you don't just wake up when you die," the demon adds. "You wake up when I decide you wake up."
Anti's begun toying with a knife again, his sharp white teeth glinting along with the blade. His glowing green and blue eyes never leave me, making sure I don't try anything else. I'd hate to think what would happen to me in the morning if I did something he didn't like a second time.
None of these are gonna be pleasant, I think, so I'll go with the obvious choice.
I turn and walk towards the bright screen displaying the unsettling static. With every step, my stomach knots a little bit more, but I've made my decision. When I finally reach its pedestal, the room behind me goes completely dark. Instead of being on a pillar, it's like I've been transported to a darkened cement room.
"It's weakness is the base of its neck," is the last thing I hear before I'm closed off.
For about a minute, nothing happens. I simply sit there and watch the screen. Then, without warning, a person presses themself against the screen. My frightened panic makes my mind take a moment to register that it's actually Jack – or Sean. However, he looks much different than the positive, uplifting, gaming YouTuber I've seen.
Jack has pressed his hands against the screen, facing away from its static background. His face is what frightens me most:
His eyes are gone, and his eye sockets looked as if they've been stretched out. A charcoal liquid pours from the two empty holes. Jack's mouth, just like his eyes, seems to be elongated and his hanging agape. The same thick black liquid drains from his mouth, and the man's lips are extremely thin. His skin is extremely pale, with the color of his palms being nearly snow white. The hands, themselves, are oddly thin.
An overwhelming tsunami of nausea washes over me and I fall back. I fight the urge to vomit, gagging but not throwing up. The screen begins to stretch outward, and the eyeless Jack moves closer. I immediately begin to crawl backwards, as far away as possible. I keep moving until my back hits the wall, then I freeze in terror.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter of "Plaything" as much as I enjoyed writing it. Comments and votes are super appreciated. Thanks for reading! ~Blue
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| Plaything | Antisepticeye x Reader
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