Varying Perspectives [G/T Oneshots]

15 - ARGUMENT

!!VORE WARNING!!
Avoid this story if you don't like vore, and also gore
!!VORE WARNING!!

The stomach walls around Signe contract and force her upward until she slips between Jack's fangs and into his clawed hands. He places her on the table, and seeing her condition, he's filled with guilt.
"Signe." Jack whispers, gentle hands failing to remove the saliva that coats her like a second skin. She slaps them away, getting shakily to her feet, shaking with anger and disgust. Jack inhales uneasily, his hands returning to his lap.
"How could you.." Signe says, nails digging into her pale skin. A soft exhale, a rustle of clothes, and Jack's eyes are level with hers now, shining in the dim light.
"Signe, I-" he begins, but she isn't finished.
"We had a promise. You weren't going to that again!" Signe's head jerks up and she fiercely stares the giant down.
"Signe, I was only protecting you." his voice is calm, but it doesn't tame the tiny's giant emotions.
"Protecting me!? Yeah Séan, shoving me back in there after what I told you I'd been through. That's protection." His thick eyebrows plummet downward into an angry scowl.

"Would ye rather be in the real stomach of a Predator." his voice rises, and his left eye twitches. A single drop of blood leaks from his nose onto his moustache, and his head pounds like someone trying to get out.
Jack was getting mad, and mad was good for Antisepticeye.
Signe steps right up to his face, stabbing a finger at the space between his giant eyes. "No, but you know how I feel about it! There were thousands of other places you could've helped me hide! You swore-"
"Signe, please stop and listen!" Jack could feel him. Feeding on his negative emotions like a murderous leech. Waiting for that all so special opening.
"NO SÉAN! You-"
"Signe. Shut up." Signe stops dead in her tracks, the thick venom in his voice shaking her bones as he stands. He raises a fist, clenched tight and shaking, veins popping.
His eyes snap open, and stare into her own, filling with sympathy.
Then they go dark
"Jack.." Her anger is replaced with paralysing fear as she looks at him, mouth dry and hands clammy.
But instead of crushing her, he begins to hit himself.
"Yͩ҉̗̲͙̻̤̪͉̜ͅƠ͖̟ͯ̚Ù̞̬̘̱̹͖̭̗̈́͒̿ͣͦ̚ ͇́͆͋̅́͢S̑̉̀̆̌͐҉̝̗͉̤ͅL̳̗̙̠̪̤̋̌͞I̧̛͇̮̜̥̜͓͙̮̾̇ͧ̽̿͐P̪̲̙̤͔̹͚͐͜P̬̦̪͉̼͗ͫ̈́Ḛ̡̻̝̜̮͕̟̓ͦ̈͑ͭ͟Dͫ̉̊͛̾̃͐̆͏̟̗̱̹ ͈͚͍͕́͞J̵͎̼̝̓͊͐ͩͩͦ͜A̱̫̫̰ͨ̒̆̒̀͟Cͣ̓ͩ́҉̗̯̮̖͈̮̞K͈͇̯̣̣͉̝̙̒͛̓͢͞ͅA̡̠̤̓͌ͨ͟B̷̤̭̞̞̠ͧͪ̑̓ͭ́̚͜O̩̣̣͍̰̫̪̪̮ͫ̑̈̽̚͘Ȳ̢͕̞̰̺̞!̶̧̺͎̘͔͖̮̰͂̌ͦ̈́̂͌̉ͅ" he gurgles as he slaps himself, tearing bloody trails in his skin with razor claws. Signe watches her boyfriend tear his skin like paper through a haze of crystalline tears, unable to move or run away. That wasn't Séan anymore.
With an ear shattering crash, he slams his head on the table, hands tearing his neck into a mix of pale white skin and bloody hamburger. One limb tears away and plucks Signe from the table, covering her in human meat, and she screams, scratching at the hand gripping her tight.
She looks into his dim blue eyes, seeing her boyfriend. Seeing Séan. As gently as he could, he lowered her to the ground and threw her onto the floor.
"Signe..run." the last word ends in a cherry red spray of blood and a soundless gasp. She got to her feet, running toward the door Jack had left open in his haste to let her out. Run, no time to think about what covers her body, just get away from this demon.
"̖̻̙͎̼O͉͈h̴ ̤͚̹n̙̥̫̻̖͈̞ǫ͕ͅ ̫̮͖̝̤͠y͕̖̭͔͕͙̺͡o̝͈̼̟͝u̶̦̥ ̬̮̫̕d̞͙̀o̢̳͇̬̤n̲̗̖̱͘'̀t̘͈̼̩͢"̞͍͡

Signe screams as Jack materialises in front of the exit, standing and watching with soulless eyes and a wide smile. She tries to slip through his legs and out the door, only to be met with giant feet.
"͍̞I̬͎̱͕̘ ͎̬͙͖c̤̬̖̖͔ͅa̴̞̫̜̣̬n'҉͖̻t̥̹̪̼̠ ̗̼̝̝̳͚l̯e͓͕̕t͕͜ ̪̹͍̻͚̣͎́ý̤̟̮͔ͅou̠͙̱ ̵̣͙d͕͎͙͓̳̺͉o ҉͇̬t̩̖̗͡h͙̫͙̗̝͢a͎͕͍̝̖͉̹͡t̡͔̝̻,͏̠̪͈ ͕͉̠Ṣ͇̜͍̠i͔̱͕̬̝g͖͕̰n̥̱̫̟̪e̡͇̰̠̻.̟͖̹"̭̤͖̻͈̞ͅ He hisses, now crouched down and hunched over her. She runs backward, only to fall straight into a cold, bloody, hand, which painfully immobilises her. "̀I͍̖'̡͉̦̻m̘̰͉̟̥̹͘ ̝s̜͔̖u҉͇r͓̯͈͖̥e ̷̝̲̼̟̙̞̺J̹̤̬̠͔̜̟͡a͎c̢k̗̟ ͏̲̪͍͇̳w̵̰͇̣͉͎̤̮o̢͙͖̮̤ul̸̲̬̬͚d̴̺̝͓̩̫n̵̥'͖̲̥̳̭̯̗t ̩̱̦̥̝̜̪w͔̘̮̟͉a͖̬̠̤̹̱n̝͍͚͔̯͔͠t̩̠̝̫͉̥ ̦̻̣̺̦̲̕y̵̟e͙ ̴̟̺̠r͘u̜̘͝n͈̞̲͟ͅn̞̜͈̠̖͢i̼͇̹͓̜̻ng̴ ̹̗̲̹͙a̙͓̼͈r̵̟͍̳̖o̘̖̘̠̩̕un̸͈͇d̴̤̤ ̧̟͈̩̖̠͓͙b̴̹y̩̭̫̮̰̯͕ ̗͓̩͖y̢͙̠͎e͙͇̲̞̙͝r̴͔̲͚̠s̝͓̬̳̦e̜͍͝l҉̗͖̗͍̜̻f,̧͈ ̭̰̤s̴̯̣̪ǫ̺͇͕ ͝I̞̫̤͜'̸͍̫̞̫͔̰̼l̷̺͉͖ĺ̥͓̻̳͔ ̨̤͎̝̟͖͉h̝̱̣̯̫̬͟a͏͓̙̼͉͙v̪̭̯͕̮̳̕e̟̫̜̪͞ ҉͖t͇̕o̳̤̬̣ ̪̭͕͕̤͜k̟͙̫è͔͎̱e̷̟͇̞̘̭͚̤p̩̭̥̯̰ ̡͎̰͕̖ý̘͓͔̦̗̯̫ẹ̢̫̜̖̩̹ ̝s͎̞̰̜͈̲a҉f̱̜͕̬͕̣e̛̱͕̻̳̣."̧̙

Signe's eyes are locked on his bloodstained teeth and his fuzzy, pixely, appearance, shutting out the grotesque shadows in the corners of her eyes.
"Y-you can't do this." her voice is broken, and he lets out a small giggle, tightening her fleshy prison.
"̧̙̭̖̺̳̮B҉̦̺̹̲̰̖̖u̟͍͕̹̳̭̙t̹̖̫̝̘̻͍ ̲̫̱̺̮͙͜I ͓̙̺͈̹̮͡ͅc̩͈̼͕̹̘͉̕a̦̣̱ǹ͕.̝̰̮͟ ̵̤͎̞̻I̪̪͚'̫͓͇͔̥̀ͅm̵̠̱̱ ͏͓s̪ụ͉͔̘̹͍r̞͟e͔̗̰ ̸̟̫̱̯͈̦͖J̗͓̟̖͔͉̼a̳̺͔͚͠c̢͖̟̫k̷̥̰̻̪ ̣̹̙̩̪̠͡w̭͔̕i̻̼̠͉̗̖͈l̸̗̹̦͖ḷ͍͓̲͉ ̩̙̮̜͜l͡e̝̖t͈͓̩̱̬̀ ͏̳y͏̺̩̰̲̘͓̬e͖̭͖̯̜ o͎̟͚͡u̦t̰ ͕̲̩w̭̤͉̜͈h̡̟͖̝̻e̻̲̞͕̮̺̕n̬͔̠̘ ̮̘̘͉͞I̱͢'͈̟͈̣͎͝m̘̹̺̯̭̣ͅ ͔̣̜̠͚̹d̺̝̩̼̭͎͍́o͍̙n̢͚͇e̼̙̜͚.̖͟ ͔͓͘An͈̜̼̙d̢͙̯ ̦̘̜͍t͕h̨͕̝e҉̞̩̙͔̦̪n̥͍̖͖͙ ̭͖y̴̲̬͎e͇͓ ͙c̵͙̼̘̖̜̙a̟̗̖̯̯͎ń̪̩̝͔̗̤ ̗̘͕̤̀s̢̜̹̪̝͙e̠̤̣̜͓͈̬̕t̛͔̜͕͉t̞̖͙͚̦̤͇͝l̢̼͖̫̼̠̻̱e̵̜̩̯̲͙̣̻ ̣͈̗̤t̹̜̣̺̖̤h̡̟ị̟͎̣̖̥̩s̵̭̻̟͎ ̘͈ẃ̟̖̫̱̱ͅh̨͙͓̠̩͈̮ơ̤̼͙̟l͟e͏ ͘l̡o̷̟a̬͚ḓ̱̲̟̙̗͇ ̛̻̠̺̜o͍͔̟͎͢f̼͈̹̘̝ ̢s͙̳͙h͉̘̕i͚t̯e͏̩̭̠ ̣̥̳̻̻̖̦w͍̝͔̹i̯͍̝̫t̵̲̹̱h ̡͎h̵͔̬̟i̧͙͖̞̺͔m̠͉̼̻͠.̭̘̯̕"
His words come to her in a horrifying revelation, and she finally begins to struggle.
"No! No, please! You can't, you're Jack! You're Séan!" she wails, but it does nothing to stop Anti. In fact, it just makes it worse.
"Ị̙̦͔̗́f̖ ͝y̭̝̙̫ȩ̠̣̥̱̗r̷̼͉͚̯͖ ̦͉̲͍͇̲͇t҉̺̤͇̫̙̤r̭̲͓y̖n̢͕̯͕͕a͖'̴̞̘̲̝̪͉ ̛̩̩͕͉f̺͖̼̜̮ͅo̯̲̹̥̺͉o̩k͟in̤͇̝'̨ ̭a̫͈̰̮͍r̨̭͕̲̠̬̟g̯͉ue̩̭͜ ̨̠̩̤̩̻͓̻w͚͢ị̪́ṱ̖̲͓̩͖h̲̻͍͇̪̖ ̣͓͉̙m̼̫͙͖̱̰̝e̶̻̹̬͕,̥͡ ̫̲͈̗I̺̭̻̘̼̣̣̕'͓͖̩̮̳̣̞l͍̼͎̳͜l̖̖͎͖͙ ̸͍͉̹̞̹̹ma̖k͍̱͕e҉̟̱̙̭͍ ̢̘͇̖̰ͅͅs͔͔̪̜̱̭͔͟u̮̕r̠͔̳̹͕͙͠ḙ̪ ̲̩̞̜y̳̞e҉̖ ̘̼͙̭̭̫̦́g͙͚̤̠̬e̦̙̱̥͡t̴̟͕͓ ̝̯̥t̪͖̤͈͈̦͕͟h̥e͇ ͓̯͙̭̹̲̫ṟ̩e̴a̶͉̖̲l͏̮ ͈͙f̱̬͚̻̘̟͓o͎̗̞̻͇̼͕͞o͏̯̜͕̭͈̘ḳ̲͜i͕̟͖̣̣͢n̹̤̖͉͈'̱ ̵̰͉̹̼͇d̹͓͙̦͎͡e͕̝a͇͓̩̣͈̫l͔͔̞̭̜.̲̻͙"̻̪͜ he growls, shutting off her frantic cries. He opens his mouth, displaying his nightmarish set of teeth, coated in the same clear slime that coats Signe still. Suddenly, in no time at all, she's engulfed by his maw. Strong muscles pull her backward, covering her in fresh saliva, and she can only hope that Anti's really putting her in storage.
Or else she would never see Séan or anything else again, and her last memories would be of shouting, sprays of her boyfriend's blood, and searing agony.
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Pretty angsty crazy story for you today, but wanted to make it a bit creepy/bloody with Anti. I put in the bloody nose, the headache, the twitchy eye, and the fact that Anti kills Jack before he takes control from SAY GOODBYE. First time writing Signe, and I haven't had much experience with her, so her personality may be off.
If any of the Anti text is hard to read please comment!
-Tsunami