Varying Perspectives [G/T Oneshots]

Who's Laughing Now? (Tiny!Antisepticeye / Jacksepticeye)

Warning, this story contains some gore and blood, not very much but I guess it may affect some people. This, and A Little Help from a Demon is set slightly in the future. This fact will make more sense at the end. ;)
-Tsunami
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I'm paralyzed in fear. His hair is dark and messy, deep shadows line his face, which is scrunched in a confused frown. And his eyes are green. Overbearing, electric, familiar green.

Dark towers over me, and I feel his cold aura surround my body.
"Let's just say, your Anti-matter didn't just disappear into thin air."

"Anti?" his voice rumbles loudly, completely normal, no sign of anything Anti-ish.
I can barely speak, and blood drips out of my neck onto the floor. I am weak, small, insignificant.
Jack holds his head as he stands slowly, feet shaking the ground.
"Uggh. What am I... where.. A-anti." he seems to remember, and looks down at me.
It looks like he is looking at my knife, it looks like his green eyes glitch black and it looks like a small, chilling smile forms on his lips.
But he's looking at me, definitely. Because he starts to move.
Hand outstretched, he advances slowly. And I pick myself up and run. Filled with adrenaline and.. fear.
"Hey, come back."
His steps become more incessant, rapid, and he gains on me. My tiny feet no match for his long steps. Blood pumps out of my neck faster, and I feel weaker.
"Hey! Come back-" his voice is more angry, more needy. A shadow of the giant's hand falls over me, and I feel my heartbeat crescendo, precious blood pouring out of a cut that could never hurt me before. I place my hands over it..

"̴̈́̿̽̃̃̿͞҉̪̳̺L͌̂̋ͯ҉̪̞͔Ì̧̛̮̫͓̮͈̟̩͊̿͂͒̇͆ͤ͜ͅT̴̡͓̘̥͕͍̔̑̃͘T̫̼̝̦ͣͪ̅̉̉̃̄͟Ļ̢̗̙̠̜̟͕̯̎Ḙ̸͚̘̪̎̉ ̪̺͋̅ͬͮͭͭ͢͡D̡̙̤̯͕̻͎͖ͤ̽ͯ̓̽̽̓͋̀͠ͅU̒ͯ̿̏̂͏͎͉ͅD̷̙̟̻͉̏̓͌̆̾ͬ̚Ȩ̢͇͚̱̗̲̺́̌͗̐͗̄̿ͧR̨͕̹͉̠̪̲̫͐̆̐̋̐ͬ́͡!̡̮̦̩̂̿̽ͣ͗̕"̫̤̪͍͉ͩ̐̋͂

His voice cuts my ears and a large, crushing weight barrels down onto my legs. I feel the individual bones snap like twigs under his palm, and my head snaps back, blood spraying like rose petals as I let out a wet, blood curdling scream. I fall onto the hard ground, sobbing as he picks me up by my shattered legs.
"Anti, what are you doing here?" he voice is low and gravelly, face drawn into a scowl.
I can barely speak, letting out a gurgling wail, blood running into my eyes. He brings me close to his face, and I get a close view of his eyes, seeing my broken body in the wet reflection.
"You're a mess. Let's clean you up." he says, flipping me around and catching me in a fist none too gently. With no use of my legs, and my arms immobilised, I'm at the mercy of my alter.
"You're so small. Sosososososo small." his voice takes on a creepy tone and he flashes his fangs down at me.

I̜̫͖̪̋ͪ̇̓ͭ ̮̺̥̜̓͑̊c͔̻̝͔͋̄ͦ̋́͜͡o̢̠̳̰͑̿̽̽̿̕u͈͍̠̺̹ͤ̃l̛͔͕̙̋̋̂̕d̲͇ͨ̓ ̵͓̏ͫ͒͊̍̾ͥ̉͟ͅć̠̺̻̤͕̣͚ŕ̢̰̺̰̠͕̘̀̕u̼̣͉͖͉̺̖͖̤ͥ͠s̡̳̾͌̅ͤ͠h͑́́ͥ͐҉̶̻̟̗̜̣ ̝̽̉̌̄̃̎ͧy͙̙̥̻͍͓̱̝̫̾̇͐̍̑͢o͚̿̾̓ͤ̀u̷̮͙͍̤͊̃̒ͯ́̈́ͧ̽ ̩̲̙̗̘ͣ̈̃̓͢͠ḽ̗̪͙ͣͧͮͯ̐́̚͡i̧̼̖ͫ̈͐͗ͮ͆ͬ̃k̲͓̣͔ͭ͒̔͛͝e̥̫͈̥͗̅̄ ̛̳͕̟̣ͭ̎ͦǎ͎̪̖̄̔̍͒ ̮̫͙̒͂͆̿̃͠b͍̬̫̙͎ͦ͗ͬ͛ͩ̚u̷̩̩͈̘͓̯͐́̐̉́̄ͮͅg͎̩̥̻̝̘̙͚͌̍̆ͧͧ́͠.̵͖͍̰͚͎̣̐͛̎ͯͅ

He throws me down onto a bench, and I lay, panting like a dog. Bones stick out of my bloody legs at impossible angles, muscles and tissue ripped, clothes soaked in blood and sweat, and the pain. It's hot, stinging, burning. Too many oversized knives being thrust into my legs and twisting endlessly. Endlessly.

The sounds of running water assault my ears, and Jack makes a squeaking sound in his throat, enjoying the pain I'm in immensely. He returns with a bowl of water, and when he goes to pick me up he looks concerned, and my face lightens.
"Why are you smiling, li̢ttl̷e duder̕?͝" he asks, pressing his fingers on my broken bones, pain all too much.
I begin to fade into blissful darkness.