Antisepticeye Oneshots

͘ ͡҉ ͏̴̡ ͘ ̵̷̢ ́ pt. 1 ̼̜͐(̗͉̺͔͚̮̰̓̉̓Chase Brody)

Premis͏͘ę̸: thę fírst ͘un͢f̷o̸r͢tu̵nat̶e ͘pu͟ppe̢t
Warnings: (hey, I guess I'm putting warnings now!) serious injuries/pain, blood, and angst
Word Count: 2672

It ́w̨a͜s͡ ̶th̛e ̡w̴èȩk͏end̸, which meant Chase's son and daughter were coming to visit him. It didn't matter that it had been multiple weeks since he last saw them, or that Stacey refused to talk to him unless she absolutely had to. He was finally going to see the ones that gave him the motivation to get up in the morning.

Before they got here, Chase spent the whole morning tidying up his house so it was presentable. First, he cleaned the dishes he always threw in the sink, promising he would wash them later, but never doing it. Next, he made sure he threw away all the empty alcohol bottles that he left lying around the house and hid the rest of the alcohol in the freezer in the garage. Then finally, he washed the clothes he had been wearing for the past few days and changed into fresh ones from his closet. He never wanted his kids to be disappointed for having him as a father, even if Stacey tried convincing them that he was a bad influence.

It was early afternoon when he heard a knock at the door, and a smile grew on his face at the anticipation of seeing Emily and Benjamin. He dropped what he was doing — making the bunk bed in the spare room he kept for the twins — and ran to the door. When he opened it, there was Emily and Ben standing there with suitcases in their hands. Emily immediately went in for a hug and Chase returned it, picking her up and swinging her around before setting her back down. "Hey Em! I'm so glad to see you again!" Benjamin stayed back; he was always more reserved than Emily, so he tried not to take it personally.

Chase looked past the twins and saw Stacey leaning against her car. He smiled at her, but she seemed to ignored him and instead focused on the kids. "Have fun you two!" She yelled to them and waved. Emily and Benjamin waved back at her, continuing to wave until she got into her car and drove away.

"Yeah. Bye Stacey." He said bitterly. "Anyway, forget about her, this weekend's going to be about us. How's that sound?" He crouched until he was at their level. As usual, Emily yelled out an enthusiastic "Yay!", but Ben just shrugged. As Emily ran into the house, Chase stayed outside with Ben. "What's wrong, bud?"

He looked down at his feet. "I'm just not feeling good right now."

He put his hand on Ben's shoulder reassuringly. "Do you want to tell me about it?" Ben shrugged again. "Alright. Well... I'm sure by the end of the weekend, you'll be just as enthusiastic as your sister. Come on, let's go ins̵i̕d͝e͏.͏́͘"̷ .҉"͜

Chase's mind was foggy as he came to consciousness, which delayed his reactions to the surroundings before him. Goosebumps formed over his body as a reaction to the cold, hard ground beneath him. It was especially noticeable over his arms and legs, which were exposed to the similarly cold air. The next thing he noticed was the musty smell that made him scrunch his nose in disgust, but he couldn't tell what exactly the stench was or where it was coming from. The environment felt unfamiliar, and he was almost afraid to open his eyes. He had to force himself to brave what might be waiting for him and opened his eyes.

It seemed futile though, as he couldn't see a thing. It was so dark, he was unsure if he even had his eyes open. Putting his hand in front of his face resulted in him still seeing nothing. He got up from the ground into a sitting position, with the cold floor pressing against his bare feet and sending a chill throughout his body. Staring out into nothing, he thought he could see moving shadows in the darkness. He told himself he was probably imagining things. The last thing he wanted was seeing another living thing in this new place he was in.