Strange Stories (MultiFandom Oneshots)

Silence

FANDOM:JSE EGOS
SHIP: MARVIN X ANTI (Sorry I don't see much of it and i love this ship also it's just the first thing i can think to fit this scenario-)  

Any notes?: Soft!Anti, also writers block (more on that on the bottom of the page)

Magic was always a talent I had. It always fascinated me as a child, and I always had a nack for creating a few tricks as a teenager.

  It became my career of some sort, a form of entertainment, not only for the audience, but for me personally.

  Watching their skeptical expression light up, either it be a look of surprise, amuzement, or amazement, it was always enjoyable to see as they watch you uncover a card or see you do what would have been thought of as impossible.

  But when the days end, and the cards are stored away, I'm left alone in the room. In the house of strangers who consider eachother family.

  I'm left alone to the room that may seem clean and mystical in the morning but always so cruel and vacant in the end of the day.

  The silence ever growing and growing as if nothing can ever make a sound in this realm, with the only thing seeming to escape it's muting grasp being the faint static from a room in the house. The silence becomes painful every day, with no one to break it, and nothing to stop it. It always forever seems to take a pause in time and never allows me to move nor make a sound. Try doing something productive in this room at te end of the day and you'll end up empty handed with nothing but strands of hair formed with stress as you tug and tug. Trying new tricks,  old tricks, drawing, singing, anything and everything alone seems to be useless and in vain attempt. The silence catches up to my mind either way and it hurts.

  I want the silence to stop, it always feels so cold, it always feel unnearving. Reminding me that I don't belong, and that I never was suppose to exist in the first place. It's always just too quiet. I can't take it. It feels like it takes a toll of me each and every night, as it drags me deeper and deeper into a pit that I can't seem to find where it ends and where it began. 

The static. 

  The static that always seems to break back from its phenomenaum of a force is always what keeps me here. It's the one white background noise that I don't want to fade out. I always focus on that static noice when it's around. From when I foirst wake up to when I end back in my room at the end of the day. I even pay attention to the man who creates the static when I'm not in my room. 

  Sure, you really shouldn't be focusing on a sound a serial killer creates out of habit when he could decide to just jump and stab you one day, but at this point in my life it's the only thing seeming to keep me together at this point. His strings are the only ones keeping me from ripping apart ironically enough.

  Now that I'm thinking about the static, it's odly louder than usual. The faintness is usually eminates is soft anf muffled from the many rooms away he usually is from mine. But today it feels clear, and as if he was right next to me. The static never too loud, but enough to be hard to block out. 

  Next thing I knew my door open and light flooded into my silent room as I squint at it witting at the corner of my bed closest to the walls I squish myself in.

  "Marvin? You in here?" I hear the deep voice of the demon himself speak in a harsh tone, his static more clear than before.

  "Yeah, what's up Anti?"

  He closed the door behind him and before I knew it he was leaning on it, arms crozzed and his expression changing from pissed off and annoyed to a soft expression. As if I wasn't someone who he's vocalized in heating every single morning.