| Plaything | Antisepticeye x Reader

Chapter 16: My Anger

When I open my eyes, there's a dull, pulsing pain in my middle. It's easily ignorable because it's nowhere near as bad as before.

I get up and prepare for the day, deciding to stay upstairs for a while. On the one hand, it gives Anti some time to cool down. On the other hand, it gives me time to contemplate retribution. Oh, hell yeah I'm getting revenge. That nightmare went too far.

So, instead of eating breakfast, I peruse YouTube. I'm scrolling through my "Recommended" list to find a new video when I hear a dragging sound from downstairs. It's heavy and irregular, like a really old drunken man is shuffling across the hardwood floors. Confused, and a bit curious, I head down the stairs, peeking around the corner.

There, I find Anti dragging a man's body along the floor. The man is clearly unconscious – possibly dead – and has a knife protruding from the right side of his chest. He's probably dead. I quickly reveal myself, moving into Anti's line of sight with my hands on my hips.

"What the hell is that?" I ask.

Anti blinks, then looks from the body to me with a bit of confusion. "It's a dead body," he says, matter-of-factly. "You've seen two today, already. You should recognize another when you see it."

I wave my hands to disregard his answer and my previous question. "That's not what I meant. Why are you dragging a dead body around my house?"

"Oh," he snaps his fingers in realization. "I'm gonna hide it in the basement for a while."

I squint at him. "Um, no you're not. I'm not gonna have some rotting corpse sitting in my basement."

"Course you are," he says, smiling. "Besides, it won't be here long enough to rot. I'm gonna make it reappear mysteriously in three days."

Anti begins dragging the thing again, and I promptly step in front of him. "Don't you have anywhere else you can put that thing?"

"Sure, but I wanna put it here," he says, beginning to become annoyed. "Now move."

"I don't think you understood me," I laugh. "What I meant to say was: You're not leaving a dead body in my basement, or anywhere else in or by my house, for that matter."

Anti drops the body, approaching me menacingly. Glitches fill the corners of my vision, but they're mainly centered around his twitching form. Though his eyes begin to glow dangerously and his hands are clenched into fists, I stand my ground with my arms steadily at my sides. I've had enough of his shit, recently.

"The fuck did you just say?" The demon dares me to repeat my previous command.

"You heard me," I shoot back. "You're not putting a dead body anywhere near my house."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Anti asks, causing the "A" to flare. I bear the pain easily, without even cringing. "I control you."

For a moment, I'm speechless. Then, I blink and process what he's said.

"Um, excuse me?"I ask incredulously. "That is completely, utterly ridiculous. You don't control me, Anti. I'm not some kind of toy."

The demon's eyes go from a neon glow to a glossy charcoal. Instead of the slightly dried blood that decorated his neck before, Anti's scar has reopened and begins bleeding heavily again.

"Yeah, you're angry. Big whoop. I'm not scared of you, anymore. Go ahead. Try me, glitch bitch. I'm sick of your shit."

Anti stands directly in front of me now, and I have to look up slightly to look him in the eyes.

"When'd your balls drop?" Anti growls as he begins to play with a knife.

"I've always been reasonably confident. I just never saw a reason to make that apparent to you."

My confidence seems to have ruffled Anti, and he appears unsure of what to do. I smirk.

"Here's the thing, Anti: You've been learning about me, but I've been learning about you, too.

"You're an attention addict – You hate having people ignore you. That's why you go around flaunting your power and making sure that you're seen. And another thing – you rarely ever think things through. It's all impulse and hastily chasing what you want without worrying about repercussions. Then again, I guess being nearly invincible helps. But stuff like nearly killing me, I knew you weren't joking about that. You're like a powerful toddler."

A smile spreads across my face as I watch Anti become even more furious while he attempts to argue. I know I'm right. I just want to prove to him that I'm not some idiot.

"So, Anti," I say, "have I shown you that I have a significant consciousness now?"

Anti growls, livid, then disappears. For a few moments, I rethink what I've said.

Did I go to far? I wonder. ...Nah. I was just stating facts. Besides, he called himself a "glitch bitch."

I look down and find that Anti had taken the dead body with him. Even if he kills me now for talking back, at least I won the argument. Shrugging and feeling much better after letting off a bit of steam, I return to my room. YouTube remains open on my laptop, and I resume scrolling through, deciding to watch Jacksepticeye videos merely to get on Anti's nerves. Smirking to myself, I find a random episode from his Subnautica series.

Almost immediately, the screen glitches and freezes completely. I'm unable to even find another video, and receive a red pulse from the "A". I close my laptop and turn to my phone, finding a different YouTuber to watch while I enjoy my day.

Anti doesn't reappear for the rest of the day, and I enjoy the peace and quiet. I will admit, though, I am a bit bored. Having my life threatened or watching him threaten someone else's is interesting. And it's not like I can actually do anything besides sit here. If I leave the house while he's gone, Anti will actually kill me.

All I can do is sit here and hope he cools down soon.

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