You Need Me (Antisepticeye x Reader)

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C H A P T E R   T H R E E

N I G H T M A R E S

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It was Friday night, the end of my second week of college was upon me. Unlike most people on Friday, I wasn't out partying, I was hunched over the kitchen table, doing some homework that was due Monday.

Being responsible is overrated.

"You doing alright?" Taylor asked, glancing over at me from the fridge. She pulled out a Tupperware container full of leftover spaghetti and shut the door.

"Huh?" I said, drowsily looking up from my half-finished homework. "Oh, uh, yeah. I'm fine."

Taylor shook her head, sticking the spaghetti in the microwave. "You look pretty tired, (Y/N)," she commented. "Are you sure you've been getting enough sleep? Don't tell me that you've been bingeing Jack's videos again."

"No, no, I haven't," I said, a small smile forming on my lips. "It's just, uh... it's just that..." I couldn't find the word I was looking for.

"You're still having nightmares, huh?"

"Yeah... nightmares." I leaned back in my chair, yawning. 

The microwave made a series of high-pitched beeps before Taylor took her spaghetti out. She plopped the container down on the kitchen table and sat across from me. With a fork, she cautiously poked at one of the noodles.

"Do you try to go back to sleep?"

"I do, but no matter how hard I try, I won't be able to," I said, rubbing my eyes. "I'll end going on Twitter and talking to Andy."

"At 2 AM? Wow." Taylor shook her head again. "Does that kid ever sleep?"

"Have you ever thought that he might live in a different time zone?"

"Pssh, no, but you're probably right," Taylor said, "or he has insomnia."

"I'm gonna go with the first theory. Thank you very much."

"Alright, well, anyway, about the nightmares..." Ah, here we go again. "Are they the same ones from last week?"

"Yep," I said. "I'm always standing in that dark corridor and that 'shadow man' with glowing green eyes keeps staring at me. Well, I guess, something has changed from last week."

"What?"

"He's gotten closer."

"Ooo, spooky. Anything else?"

"No, and I thought you would've freaked out about that or something," I said.

Taylor put a fork full of spaghetti into her mouth. "It's just a dream," she said, trying to swallow her spaghetti. "It's not like it actually means anything. Now, go to bed before you pass out over your homework. Doctor's orders."

I rolled my eyes, picking up my homework. "Fine, fine, whatever you say." I stood up and walked down the hallway leading to my room.

I pushed open the door to my bedroom. Spoiler alert: it was still a mess. I had yet to touch the boxes in the corner of my room, and clothes had begun to pile up in the laundry bin. My bed still wasn't made, but at least my desk was less cluttered than normal.

I sat down at my desk, stuffing my homework into a folder and sliding it into my bag. Booting up my laptop, I noticed a hot pink sticky note attached to the screen. Ripping it off, I examined it.

In rather messy handwriting it said, "Hey! My name is Bennett, but you can just call me Ben. I'm in your 3 PM English class, and I was wondering if you wanted to be my partner for this semester's project. It's okay if you don't want to : ) but if you do, my number is—" he had his number written down on the sticky note.

I tilted my head. That was weird but endearing; I'll give him that. I put the sticky note on top of my bag before turning my attention back to my laptop.

I opened up Twitter, and as I expected, Andy was already online. He always seemed to be online whenever I was.

jackaboyfan69: yo, (y/n)! how r you?

I smiled.

cookiesandmilk: I'm fine. What about u?

jackaboyfan69: i'm good :D

jackaboyfan69: but are you sure ur okay? you've been up since 3 : (

cookiesandmilk: I'm fine, really. Just tired

jackaboyfan69: alright but i worry about you sometimes

"I know you're still up, (Y/N)!" 

"I'm about to go to bed right now!"

jackaboyfan69: so...

jackaboyfan69: when r you gonna show me some of ur art?

I rolled my eyes. He's asked every day this week. I guess I can't keep denying him for much longer.

cookiesandmilk: Alright, hold on.

I sent him a drawing of Chase.

jackaboyfan69: oh! cha͘s̀e͟!

jackaboyfan69: ur a rlly good artist (y/n)! do you have any drawings of Ant̸i?́

Andy always loved to rave about how much he loved Antisepticeye. I couldn't blame him, though. Anti was probably the most developed of Sean's egos.

I sent him a drawing of Anti.

jackaboyfan69: that's even better than the ch̛ásè drawing!!! how r you soo good?

cookiesandmilk: awww! Thanks!

jackaboyfan69: i w͢òuld talk to you longer but you should go to bed so tayl̷o̴r doesn't get mad at you ; )

cookiesandmilk: Alright, night.

jackaboyfan69: sleep tight!

cookiesandmilk has logged off.

As I got to bed, I tried to remember when I told Andy about Taylor. My mind drew a blank, but maybe I had just forgotten.

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