| Plaything | Antisepticeye x Reader

Chapter 40

Initially, I'm speechless. For a couple seconds, I just stare at him in complete numbness from shock. When common sense reaches me, I close my eyes, stand up, and turn away from him with my hands on my hips. A tightness grips my chest. I take a couple steps away from him and sigh. It was plausible but improbable. Maybe he heard me thinking about him and decided to mess with me? But he was actually nervous about telling me, so it might be a genuine confession. My mind whirrs a million miles per hour. Then, without turning to him, I begin to speak in a steely tone:

"If you're joking, I'm going to figure out how to kill you, and then do it."

He's silent for a moment, possibly stunned by the blatant threat and apathy. "What?" he asks, sounding genuinely confused. I turn back to him, skepticism showing on my face. Anti looks perplexed and stares at me with what almost seems like concern.

"I said that you'd better not be joking or your demon ass is dirt," I repeat, stepping toward him.

"Why would I be joking?" he asks, still appearing serious. Based on what I know about his teasing and the tells for when he's being generally jovial, Anti's being honest. That's the issue. It doesn't seem like a joke, but it's the last thing I expected. This is the final straw for me, and I begin ranting.

"Because this entire time I thought you'd been joking when you were flirting with me and now it turns out you're not and you think you actually like me because of the stuff you described to me and I've felt the same thing but I hadn't exactly realized that they were caused by you until when you said you liked someone and I thought it wasn't me but I didn't want to say that because you probably would've just made fun of me for it or thought less of me because of it and it's been a very tumultuous experience pretending to be your significant other because I wanted it to be genuine and I thought it wasn't–"

I'm suddenly stopped by Anti pressing his lips against mine, pulling me toward him. While I'd been talking, he'd stood up and walked over to me. I hadn't noticed because I was having a mild mental breakdown. This time, I can't help but kiss him back. When he breaks away, I blink and regain some sense of level-headedness. I take a deep breath to focus myself. Anti keeps his hands on my upper arms. His hands – ones that have held a human heart and probably other bloodied organs – are cold, yet comforting.

"So, you're not joking," I state plainly, trying to process this new discovery.

"No, I'm not joking. And based on your rant, I'm guessing you weren't either."

I laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "Not only are you a demon, but you're already my boyfriend," I say, sitting down on the couch. "Holy hell, this has been wild."

An unbelievable sense of relief overwhelms me, and I bask in the dwindling tribulations of uncertainty. Anti sits next to me and I sigh in relief as he pulls me back so I'm laying in his lap.

"Since we're confessing things," I pipe up, "I might as well admit that I did see that picture on your phone."

"Shit."

"Have you done that more than once?" I ask.

"Would it be creepy if I said yes?"

"You've unarmed two of my enemies, de-handed my other enemy, and ripped out my attacker's heart. All of these things were done in front of me," I say, grimacing at the memories. "I think we've moved beyond 'creepy'."

"You enjoyed all of those!" he protests.

"Sure it was kinda sweet, in your weird horrific way of showing affection, but I never said I enjoyed seeing people's innards become their 'outtards'." I pause for a moment. "Can I see the other ones?"

Anti hesitantly tugs his phone out of his pocket and hands it to me. I enter his passcode and go through the photos. There are very few, and I skim through them quickly to avoid staring at the few that contain obscene amounts of gore. It's easy to find the group of photos that has my name in them, because most of them are grouped together.

The bodies in the pictures vary, if they're shown at all. All of the ones shown are covered in blood, and there's a significant amount spread across the rest of the photo. Always – whether it's on the floor, ceiling, wall, or other flat surface – my name is scrawled in blood. The first one was small and distracted, while the detail and precaution taken increased with time.

The most recent one doesn't show the body, but there seems to be a dismembered hand sitting in the very corner of the photo. It's dark, so I can't really tell. On the wall in runny letters is my name, written in bold, crimson print. Most people would find this display disgusting or horrific, and shudder at the thought of someone committing the action. I, however, feel my cheeks heat up a bit and a warm feeling in my chest. A small smile slips onto my lips.

When I finish looking through them all, I hand the phone back to Anti. "I got rid of them before I left, don't worry about any suspicion surrounding your name," Anti says, after looking over a couple of them himself.

"Glad to know that you're thinking of me while you murder your poor victims," I tease. He rolls his eyes. "You read my mind all the time – It's obvious that a good portion of my brain is dedicated to figuring you out."

A serene silence passes over us. Then, Anti says, "Does this mean I can–"

"No."

"You don't even know what I was gonna say," he protests.

"No this does not mean that you can kill anyone who glances at me with a more than platonic look," I clarify. Then, I look up at him with an eyebrow raised. "Or did you have a reasonable request?"

Anti looks down at me. "It's not that unreasonable." He pulls me into an upright position in his lap. "Come on~" he whines, wrapping his arms more tightly around my waist.

"No, Anti."

He places his head in the crook of my neck, and his cold breath chills my skin. "It'll just be a couple people!"

"That's not true at all."

I shiver as he places a light kiss on my skin. He works his way up to my lips from there, each kiss a bit longer than the last until he reaches my lips, where he spends the most time. When he finally breaks away, he gazes at me with lightly glowing eyes.

"Just let me kill a few people," he requests, using a slightly deeper tone of voice.

"Hmmm..." I hum, pretending to think about it. "Nope," I answer, dropping the act.

Anti groans, but a smile still remains on his lips. "You're no fun."

"You say that like I don't let you kill most of the people you want. I've said no to like, two people." I lean on his chest and listen to his breathing. Anti holds me in place. There's a comfortable silence.

"Can I at least kill the people who actually flirt with you–?"

"No," I say, interrupting him. Then, I pause and think over it. "Okay, well, maybe."

Anti places a kiss on my forehead and grins. I sigh, smiling with him.

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

{A/N} Thanks for reading all of "Plaything"! I'm glad you've stuck with it until the end. I will be making an epilogue, but it might not be finished by Saturday. I'll try to get it published by Sunday night, though. Also, I'll only be taking requests for my next book for a little bit longer before I start writing it and figuring out the story! For now, I'm planning on writing a Yandere Dipper Pines x Reader (as suggested by @kaylathecat8) because that sounds kinda interesting, but I'm still accepting ideas. Thanks to those who've given ideas, and thank you again to everyone for completing this book.