I Got You (Antisepticeye x Reader)

Introduction P.2

I sat at a small, wooden picnic table, listening to the sway of the leaves and the occasional bird that would chirp every few minutes. My eyes glued to the sheet of paper I was doodling on. My two siblings, Angus and Maia, were playing in the grass with Angus's toy trucks. My mom was inside cooking her famous apple pie while my dad was round the side gardening, but still visible.

Suddenly, everything stopped. The laughing and commotion my siblings were making fell silent. The sound of my Father digging into the earth stopped. The clanging of pots and pans from the kitchen stopped. I looked up from my paper to see what had happened. My siblings, Mom, and Dad were all staring at something in front of us. I looked in their direction and saw, what my Father calles, 'it'. A 5'8 man with dark green hair and eyes as black as night with piercing, green, glowing irisis was standing just behind the line that seperated the forest's leafy ground from the small, round patch of grass that our house is built on. His hands were deep inside his pockets and his posture was hunched slightly. He was looking at us.

"Don't look at him!" My dad whisper-yelled angerly.

My siblings quickly whipped their heads around and went back to their trucks silently. I didn't listen to my Father though. I never do. Instead I studied the man and his appearance. I notice that a would twitch ever so slightly that you would have to look really closely to actually notice it. Every few seconds, he would glitch like a broken moniter would. He's definitely not human. His body shape is quite feminine to. He's slim and has some very nice hips. He has a messy, dark brown stubble that grows in a nice fashion.

To be honest, I don't understand why my family fears him. He hasn't done anything wrong. All he's really done is walk past our house and just... stare... well... not in a creepy way... mor like stare in curiosity. He eventually walkes away and back into the depths of the woods, but my Father glares at him until he does. I can tell that the man is rathet intimidated by my father. I'm guessing it's the height difference and that fact that the man is quite scrawny.

Again, like any other day, the man watched us for a bit and then walked away, no emotion showing on his face. My sibling started laughing and talking again and my parents went back to their tasks. I went back to my drawing. I was just messily sketching the outline of a body. I then started adding details. In the end, I ended up with mutiple messy sketches of the man in different poses. I draw the man a lot for some reason. He intreges me. What I notice with my drawings is that non of the drawings show emotion. Just like in real life.

This isn't the first time I've drawn the man. I draw him quite a lot to be honest. My room has drawings of him on my walls and door. My Mother and Father don't know out this because they're not aloud to go in my room. Me being 24 they have to respect that. The only reason I still live with my family is because:

1. It would crush my siblings if I left

2. I love my home

3. All I know is the woods...

I've never seen a city or town or anything like that. There's a small super market a while away which I go to with my Father every few weeks but that's all I know about the world. My family is very isolated from the rest of the world. I don't complain though. I love my family and they love me. I love living in the woods as well. It's kinda like living inside that cartoon, Hilda. (If u haven'r watched it I recommend. Its on Netflix)

Every now and then, I wonder what that man's story is. Why he's in the woods. Why the cut on his neck never heals. Why he passes by the house sometimes.

I wonder why my family thinks he's a danger...