Comfort Tales

Septic Egos Comfort Tales

(( Author's Note:  Hey. These aren't the normal stories I write. They're in first person, because I wrote them from my point of view, in times when I was feeling low.

If you read the first "chapter" of this book, I will warn you that these stories are similar, but go to darker places. Mostly because when I was writing this set, I was in some darker places. I'm still okay, and I think things are starting to look up again, but I wrote these stories.

They're just little short stories (some might even be fractions of stories), so I'm smashing them together... I wrote them to comfort myself, but I figured I would share them in case people found them interesting or it comforted them for a moment. Yes, posting them is a little bit awkward.

Warning: sensitive topics!
Topics that involve... anxiety, depression, suicidal thoughts, disassociation (mild detachment), self loathing, etc.
If these things are upsetting for you to read about at all, find something else to read. <3 I have lots of other books, there's a bunch more on wattpad. Only you know what you can handle.

Now for the Jacksepticeye egos! End explanation intro...))

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[ Antisepticeye ]

The man leaned in the doorway as I tried to wipe my tears on my sleeve. "I'm fine."

"Sure." He nodded, as his body glitched in and out of reality. "Seem real fine."

"What do you care?" I sighed, glancing up at him.

"I don't. I guess." Anti shrugged, then giggled, the sound a little shrill. "Sad puppets are Jack's problem." He turned to leave but hesitated, turning back. "I'm always here though."

"What?" I nearly whimpered, still dabbing at my eyes.

Anti rolled his eyes and wandered over, sitting down on the arm of the couch and glanced down at me. "I'm always here. Always watching." He shrugged. "If that... makes you feel less alone."

"Who said I felt alone?" I muttered, feeling embarassed about losing control of my emotions in front of the glitchy creature.

Anti shrugged, twitching a hand through his hair. "You're sitting alone on a couch, sobbin' yer eyes out. Seem a little lonely. That's all."

"And you sure seem like you care." I stared up at him.

"Nothing better to do. That's all." Anti giggled again.

I sniffled, rubbing the sleeve of my shirt over my face once more. "Jack's said before that you just needed a hug."

Anti shook his head. "If you hug me, I will stab you." He hissed.

I chuckled slightly, and caught sight of his smile grow slightly. "You wouldn't really stab me, would you?"

"In a heart beat. Like, faster than you could say, 'Anti is the best'." Anti pointed out.

"Why would I ever say that? Especially if you were stabbing me?" I snorted, shaking my head as I giggled.

"Because I am the best." Anti smirked. "Seems like you're not a sad puppet anymore." He shrugged as he got up. "And I've thought of something better to do." He waved a hand in the air, glitching a little.

"Mmhm." I grinned. "Thanks Anti."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't mention it. Ever. Especially in front of people." Anti hissed, hesitating in the doorway. "Night. Just remember I'm never really gone." He pointed at me, before heading into the hallway.