| Plaything | Antisepticeye x Reader

Extra: New "Nightmares"

I head back to my house after the longest day at school. Teachers lecturing me unnecessarily, passive aggressiveness from Baker's old friends, people getting on my nerves in general... It was difficult to keep myself from snapping, let alone persuade Anti not to show up. Actually, it wasn't nearly as difficult as usual toward the end of the day. He backed off a bit. The action – or lack, thereof – was appreciated, but highly peculiar.

When I reach my room, I toss my bag off to the side, fed up with humanity in general. Not bothering to switch clothes, I flop down onto my bed in exhaustion. An involuntary growl escapes my throat, low and menacing; one I had been holding in all day. I can feel the tenseness in my muscles, and find it difficult to relax.

At least it's Friday, I think. Maybe I'll be able to unwind enough before next week.

Though accidentally, it doesn't take long for me to fall asleep. Moments later, I'm surprised to find myself back inside my school. What little loosening had happened to my muscles is undone, and a subtle scowl makes its way onto my face. Then, I blink. This is a dream, and an exceptionally vivid one, at that.

A familiar and soothing cold presence materializes behind me. I don't have time to turn around before an icy arm wraps around my waist, leaning in to kiss my neck.

"Why'd you bring me back here?" I ask in confusion, turning to Anti. "You saw the shitty day I had."

"I thought you could use a bit of..." an array of knives appears beside me, floating in the air "...closure."

The bell rings, and people begin to exit their classes, completely oblivious to the weaponry. I assume it's invisible to them. A grin makes its way onto my face and I kiss him.

Immediately, I spot one of the assholes from Baker's old troupe walking down the hallway. I pluck a throwing knife out of the air and take aim. The blade buries itself in his eye and he collapses, not even given time to scream. As his body hits the floor, the sea of students simply walk around him, taking no notice of the bleeding corpse.

"You've been practicing," Anti remarks, noticing my fine aim.

Another student who'd annoyed me bumps past me. Again, a growl emanates from me, causing her to turn back and give me an odd look. I grab a longer chef's knife and slice through her neck. Then, I shove the thing into her stomach. She, too, falls; a look of terror etched onto her face.

Through the duration of the dream, I make my way through the school, slicing and dicing my way through the people who'd aggravated me, as well as others who I just felt like disposing of. By the time I check most of the people off my list, I'm covered in blood. It's impossible to tell whose was whose. Still, there's one person – a teacher – who I can't get out of my head. I have yet to find him.

Eventually, I spot him alone in his classroom, grading papers. I glare at him through the door's window.

"Hey, edgelord," I call to Anti. It's a nickname he hated at first, then came to accept. It works because of his affinity for knives, as well as his general disposition. He promptly appears beside me.

"I'm really pissed with this guy. Got anything... blunter?"

A bat appears in my hands. I look at it for a moment, then open my mouth to speak. Before I get a word out, nails are driven into it at spastic angles by unseen hammers. I grin.

"You know me too well, you know that?"

"Grab a souvenir for me. I'm gonna find some kids to terrorize," Anti smirks back, placing a kiss on my forehead before taking out his favorite knife and leaving.