Septiplier

Anti's dream

Anti looks over at the clock as it hazily reads 3:00 am. He is restless, sleep- a pitiful shout into an inescapable void. He lies there motionless while his heart races; thinking is he alright? Did he have a great day? Did he eat today? Does sleep avoid him as well? All questions left unanswered. Anti instinctively rolls over panicking about one last question Does he know I worry about him, never anti. He winces at the harsh reply his conscious offered.

"Leave me alone, I don't have time to deal with your bullshit" Anti mutters harshly under his breath as he picks up his phone. He clicks it on and taps the screen as it reads 3:02 am. Stop looking at your phone Anti you know he'll never answer you back the conscious reminds annoyingly. "SHHHUUUT UUUUUP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHHhuut up..." Anti screams holding his head and breaking down into silent sobs. His phone across the room broken from impact with the wall. Anti tries to stop crying as he holds it back; feeling the burning sensation of pain spread across his chest tightly. The sobs constricting around his throat as he clasps his mouth shut.

The barrier breaks eventually as Anti shatters into uncontrollable screams of pain and floods of tears. He hurries over to the nightstand by his bed and viciously tears out the drawer that was screwed shut. The lamp that stood upon the nightstand shatters on the ground. Its broken sound echoing through the empty apartment. Anti rips through the contents of the drawer and finds what he's looking for.

Ahh, my delightful sharp edged friend~ his conscious delightfully whispers as Anti shakes from fear. What should we do today friend? The conscious laughs as his body tosses the knife back and forth from hand to hand playfully. Shall we slice a little cheese he says famished as the knife sheers one of Anti's wrists or should we dine on some fish as the knife slits the other wrist. Oh! Here's a better one lets sacrifice this goat he mutters excitedly ending with a growl as the knife presses against Anti's neck and quickly slashes.

Anti gasps and sputters blood as his wrists bleed out violently. "...p-le..ase.." Anti begs through a forced whisper as his breaths lessen. His body holds the knife in his hands and flips the sharp edge towards him; how about a little game of CATCH HAHAHAHA! as the knife is plunged into Anti's stomach and twisted forcefully. He heaves forward throwing up blood allowing the knife to be pushed further in as he collapses to the floor on his side.

The sound of Anti's alarm wakes him up in a panic as the sun blinds his eyes. He looks at his phone in a drenched sweat as it reads 9:30 am. "DAMMIT I'm late!" He screams as he leaps out of bed and rushes into the shower to wash away the unexplained sweat. He exits and dries himself off and quickly brushes his teeth as one of his fangs accidentally nick his tongue from rushing. He swears under his breath and continues to get ready. He slips on day old ripped jeans, black socks with black sneakers, and throws on a dark green t-shirt with a black sweater over it.

He runs back to the mirror and slips on the wet tiles and slams to the floor as he huffs and growls from the impact. Slowly gets back up rubbing his head and gently shakes it. He looks in the mirror standing up straight and places some gel into his lime green hair to style it up.

He proceeds downstairs and turns on the coffeepot as he runs around the house looking for his book-bag. Once retrieved, Anti grabs his coffee along with his car keys, and exits his apartment while locking the door. Anti hesitates in the hallway before proceeding to the parking garage. The eerie feeling of someone watching him arises as he slowly turns around to nothing and shrugs it off before continuing to his car.