The smell was wretched, I don't know if my demon senses can take much more. There was bodies everywhere all reeking of sickness. Making me weaker the longer I stayed. And with years of this... this.... torment... I thought I would have gotten use to it by now.
Apparently not.
I couldn't get away. The smell followed me everywhere. But I had to endure. For them. I'd do anything for my human.
"Anti, what do you think?" I look over to my friend who was trying on multiple of these sickly sweet perfumes at a human boutique. I've covered my nose making my response somewhat nasally.
"You want my honest opinion?"
"Always Anti."
"I would like to get the hell outta here! I can't fuckin' breathe!"
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Ohh! Anti's perspective.
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Antisepticeye x reader short stories
Short StoryHere are a few short stories I did on my phone because I'm bored. Requests open!! #1 in Misdirection and #5 in Antixreader I'm so damn proud of that!!! (As of 12/04/20) I don't own Antisepticeye