Antisepticeye Oneshots

Happy Birthday (Anti & Signe)

A/N: I would have posted this on Jack's birthday, but it's long time till then so, here you go!

Premise: i͡t̵̨s͠͏ ̨͟à̴͞ĺļ ͝hi̴s̶ ̴́͢f҉a̵̸̧ul͟t͜
Disclaimer: I wrote this before Jack and Wiishu broke up and she is in this oneshot, so feel free to skip it if it makes you uncomfortable.

He couldn't move. His chest felt tight. His heart beat rapidly against his ribcage. It took extensive effort just to inhale, like a heavy weight was on top of him, crushing him.

It was dark. Complete and utter darkness surrounded him and his vision. It took him way too long to realize his eyes were closed, but even after figuring that out, he couldn't open them. He felt helpless, unable to do anything no matter how hard he tried.

He couldn't think properly in his blind panic, but then, as if whatever was paralyzing him had decided to let go, he opened his eyes. He immediately sat up and threw the covers that were weighing him down off of him. His breaths were quick, just as his heartbeat was. The room was dark, but he could see the outline of the bed he was laying on.

He felt the cold air on his skin, which made the hairs on his arms stand up. He noticed his chest rising and falling as he breathed. He looked at his shaky hands and clenched them, trying to get them to be still.

What's happening?

He stared in shock at his hands as if they were completely unfamiliar to him. He flipped them and examined his palms. But these hands weren't unfamiliar. They just weren't his anymore.

Memories flooded into his mind, but the more he tried to block them out, the more he remembered.

Stop it!

He didn't want to remember. It was too painful. It reminded him of the day he-

"Shut up!" He unintentionally yelled aloud, grabbing at his head. He felt like screaming. Why? He didn't know. He just didn't want to remember it. Remember what?

He didn't want to remember the day he died.

The day Jack stole his life away from him.

He looked around the room. There was nobody else here. It was completely silent, and it was unbearable. It made his thoughts too loud. He shut his eyes tight, wishing for everything to go away.

His thoughts were scrambled and he couldn't think properly. Everything in his mind was a mess and now he was forced to get it together. He just wanted everything to stop. He wanted to go back. For the first time, he wanted Jack to take back control.

Control.

He opened his eyes at the realization.

He had complete control over Jack's body.

A smile appeared on his face.

For years, he had been dreaming of getting revenge on the person he hated most. He had fantasized several ways he could make Jack suffer.

And now he could actually do it.

He got up from the bed, seeing the sun start to rise through the window to his left. He had his hand against the wall for support, not used to using his legs and not wanting to lose his balance. As he stepped forward he quickly got used to the motion, though. He thought about what he could do for the time that he had control of Jack. He also wondered how he was even able to overpower him and get that control.

As he made his way around the bed and to the door that led out of the bedroom, he decided on getting a knife from the kitchen. It would be a simple death, but definitely painful.