Welcome Home (Jacksepticeye x Egos)

Chapter 1

(A/N Written by @CaddyCorner and Enterthetadpole)    

Robbie starts by just placing one bare foot into the bright artificial light of the hallway, his ash white skin a stark contrast to the dark walnut wood floor. Next he leans out his head and looks both to the right, then to the left, and then to the right again, as if he is trying to cross a busy intersection. Anti groans off the the side as the zombie takes such tentative steps, the small amount of patience he was able to muster for this event already draining out.

"For fucks sake," the demon says, "It's just the patio, Robbie. Shake a leg, will you? I have more to fucking do today then to watch you move your pasty arse."

The slightest narrowing of the milk white eyes meet the bright green orbs as Robbie gives a quiet grunt. He is really trying his best, despite never wanting to leave his room at all. The need to sink back into the dark and comforting shadows pulls at his heart, but Anti promised him that getting out and seeing the sunlight would be a good thing.

Robbie has always liked good things.

Even though their home is surrounded by trees (idk if they actually live far out), Robbie can only notice the noise thumping like the beat from a drum. The tall evergreens rustle with the howling wind, birds chirping so loud he thinks they may be nesting in his lavender hair. He resists covering his ears, knowing Anti will scold him, though he does look to the tall entity for support.

"Come on now," Anti waves him out, growing less patient by the moment. "Don't you want to see the surprise? It's going to be gone by the time you get two feet on this damn patio."

Robbie frowns, shrinking into himself as the familiar chill of fear creep up his spine. He puts his hand out for Anti to grab, fear turning to ice in his muscles. Though the demon rolls his eyes, he grabs Robbie's wrist, tug him gentler than the zombie thought possible.

Anti's grip forces Robbie to take another step, the concrete cold and hard beneath his feet. He swallows hard, the noise only getting louder as he's lead farther from the safety of the house. The world feels too big, the trees towering, but he never stops, eye set on Anti's slender face.

The demon steps off the patio, black sneakers crushing vibrant green lawn. Robbie winces at the soft blades being smothered under Anti's shoes. He didn't like anything living being hurt, even when it was needed. Anti sighs deeply as he watches Robbie twitch.

"It's just grass," he grumbles as he pulls the other out to the backyard. "Believe me, once you see what I want to show you, the grass will mean nothing to you. The surprise is much prettier than stupid grass."

Anti smiles at the look on Robbie's face at this last remark. The zombie's white eyes looking now interested, almost curious as to what Anti could be talking about. Anti never liked to use words like "pretty" or "beautiful" to describe things. If Anti actually means what he says, then it was worth it to brave the world to see what this surprise is after all.

"Pretty?" asks the zombie, his voice soft in his throat. "You show me a pretty thing?"

Anti nods as he points towards the white shed in the corner of the backyard.

"It's right over there," the demon says as the zombie's face follows to where Anti is pointing. "Just on the side of the shed. It's perfectly safe. I've already looked at least a dozen times today."

Robbie steps into the soft grass, the blades tickling his bare soles. The breeze blows through his loose fitting shirt, cools his skin as he follows the green haired demon. Anti nearly smiles at this, though his cheeks bends it into a smirk. Robbie smiles wide enough for both of them, his eyes brightening at the pleased look on the other man's face.