Antisepticeye Oneshots

p͘at҉h҉e ̷tic̨ pt. 2 (Chase Brody)

Finally, I finished part two! Please enjoy!

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Warnings: Profanity, serious injuries/pain, and blood
Word Count: 2251

There they were. They were happy. He saw his two children, Emily and Benjamin laughing, probably from something Stacey said. She was hilarious when she wanted to be, so it wasn't a surprise t͡hat ̧they a҉lway͏s ̨prefe̷rre̵d h͞e̷r̡ o͟ver h̶im͏.̵

He saw her standing there with them, looking down at the twins. He felt a twinge in his heart, and almost dared to look away, but he kept his eyes focused on the scene.

He feared that if he looked away, they would be gone. Even if it wasn't really happening, he couldn't bear to be alone again. Not again.

In a single moment, he saw the scene morph from a happy moment to something that horrified him. Everything was lit up in a crimson light and Stacey was gone, replaced by a shadowy figure holding a knife. The kids weren't happy anymore, instead, their eyes were filled with fear. They were huddled together, slowly backing away from the man holding the knife. Every so often, it seemed like his whole body was glitching in place. His head twitched to side, clearly showing a scar along his throat. As he menacingly walked toward the twins, he stepped out of the shadows and Chase clearly recognized him as Anti.

"Daddy, help!" Screamed Emily. Chase wanted to run in front of them and protect them from Anti, but he couldn't move. He felt paralyzed, forced to watch his children being terrorized by a madman. Anti was trying to torture him, make him suffer for god knows what reason. Maybe there was none. Maybe it was just for his cruel, sadistic pleasure.

Don't hurt them! He wanted to say aloud. What do you want from me?! But he couldn't get the words out.

He was shaking, and the only thing he could do was hide his head in his arms l̷i͡k͝e͜ t҉ḩe̛ co͞wa͡r̨d h̕e̷ ̴wąs͘ and remind himself that it wasn't really happening. O̢r ͞w̴as̷ ít̡?

"St-stop it, stop it, p-please!" He pleaded. He heard Emily scream and covered his ears with his palms. "It's not real. I'm imagining it." He said to himself, but wasn't completely sure his words were true.

He dug his nails in his scalp and rocked back and forth as though it would distract him from the psychological torment he was going through. How̴ ̀fųck̛i̕n͞g ͞pat͜he̸ti͏c.

"STOP TALKING!"

After that, he stopped hearing screaming. In fact, everything was especially calm. Like the buzzing in his brain had finally come to an end. He darted his head up and lifted his hands off of his ears. The room was lit up, but not by red this time. He stared at the single, hanging light in the middle of the room but had to look away before he blinded himself. How was Anti doing that?

Chase didn't care for an answer. First, he had to find a way to open this door. Then he had to figure out what was on the other side of it. Then he had to... escape... he had to... find his kids...

He woke with a start, jolting up into a sitting position. He felt like he was about to fall, but caught himself just before he lost his balance and fell into a pit of unconsciousness. He was slightly dizzy—almost lightheaded—and thought he could easily pass out again, but resisted for the fear that he wouldn't wake up next time. With all the blood he lost, it was likely that that was the reason for him fainting momentarily.