| Plaything | Antisepticeye x Reader

Chapter 31:

When Anti finally let me go, I began to scroll through Steam to find other horror games to play. After I had about twelve games in my library, I decide that they're enough, for the time being. I stretch and leave my desk finding that Anti had disappeared. Soon after, I try to get some sleep. I don't feel very tired and it takes a while, but I get about three and a half hours.

At around 8:00AM, I get out of bed, feeling surprisingly well rested. I head to the kitchen to make myself a snack. While I munch Pringles, I begin to fiddle with a knife. Suddenly, I notice what I'm doing and quickly set the object down.

I'm getting more like Anti every day, I think.

I bring my laptop downstairs, scrolling through my YouTube feed. About two hours later, Anti returns, bloodied, as usual. His dark hoodie is slightly bloodier than usual, as well as the shirt underneath. Now that he's been around for a while, I've begun to notice the little things about his habits. I only glance up from my laptop for a second before letting my eyes drop back to the screen.

"What'd you do this time?"

Anti twirls a knife in his hand with great skill, walking over to the couch. "Just a regular maiming."

"Looks a bit messier than usual."

"You noticed."

There's a silence. Then:

"I was just working on something."

"What was it? An arts and crafts project made of blood?"

"Of sorts."

I finally look up from my computer to stare at him sitting beside me with confusion. The hell was he doing? When he shrugs and turns away to look out of the window, I assume he doesn't want to tell me, for whatever reason. Eventually, I turn back to YouTube and let the subject drop. A couple moments after I've turned away from him, Anti begins staring at me. Nothing unusual, though.

A notification makes my phone buzz and brightens the screen. It's a text from Ryna Amber, an acquaintance of mine, who wants to know if I can meet her at the coffee shop where I ran into Baker, Lukas, and Arendt. Since we knew each other pretty well, and I don't really have anything else to do, I decide to accept her invitation.

Then, I realize that everyone I know who I've run into at that cafe has died. Or, rather, they've all been killed by Anti. I wonder if she'll wind up dead, I wonder. As usual, I find that Anti's been reading my texts over my shoulder.

"Who's Ryna?"

How'd I guess?

"Not someone I hate, is the relevant answer, I guess."

Anti scoffs sourly. "Better not be another one like Colum." He still seems sore about it.

"No, she's not a close friend."

"So I can kill her?" A wide smile appears on his face.

"I never said that."

"You never technically gave me permission to kill Lukas, either."

Sighing, I shake my head. "Don't kill her."

"I'll consider it."

I turn back to my laptop, ignoring Anti who lazily slings an arm around my shoulders, occasionally glancing at the laptop screen whenever a Jacksepticeye video appears. He continues to toy with a weapon in his opposite hand, keeping himself occupied that way.

During the time that we spend sitting there, Anti's arm gradually slips from my shoulders to around my waist. I actually don't notice until around noon when I close my laptop, try to stand up, and can't get an inch off of the couch. Turning back to him, I raise an eyebrow. Though very begrudgingly, Anti lets me go and I stand to put my laptop away.