Varying Perspectives [G/T Oneshots]

32 - LAUGHTER

Jack fell, the sound of wind loud in his ears as he plummeted through the black, as well as the sound of the crazed chuckling that he'd come so used to. The air tossed his skirt and wings around and made his green hair pull straight away from his face, exposing his teary eyes to the blackness. But he wasn't losing his cool, or his confidence, now.

"ANTI! Get your ASS out here!" The Irishman yelled, and just as the words left his lips a faint chanting erupted, and a glitchy face appeared before him, spanning his entire vision. The eyes were dark as pits, while a stabbing smile contorted his entire face into something horrifying. He was the one chanting.

"5͡ p̕a̶rţs t̴o m͢a͜k̨e͞ ́a̡ ͏w̛hole.

5͢ par͞ts̡ ͘t͠o͜ mak͞e a͏ ̢s҉oul.

5͞ pa̷r̶ts to͜ b͞ŕįng ̵h̷er͝ back͠,̵
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Goo͠d̡ ̀Lùck̴ ͘Jack̴!"

"What t'e fuck are you talking about? Where's Signe?"

"Listen, Ja̕ck͝abo͞y-͝y-͘y̧. Can you hear them? The m-̨m-̴monste̶r͡s̨, waiting for you, sssmiling at you. Keeping-g their claws on the pieces I need you to get-t-t for meee." Anti said, pointing down with a disembodied hand that pierced through the black. There was an extensive maze of mossy walls below the falling man, and when he squinted in the distance he could see what looked like a giant version of Signe, asleep on the couch and hazed with a dark mist.

"And when I do?" Jack looked back up to giant Anti, groaning at the infuriating smile he had on, the lip he was biting with his sharp teeth as if holding in a giggle; Anti was really just a child, a child "Oh fuck it..just get out of my face." He muttered, striking the cheek of the giant with all his strength just to show him he wasn't weak.

"As you wish."

Jack was thrown into the maze. Looming granite walls looked like cardboard from the corner of his eye, and the man suspected as much from Anti. Through the darkness a familiar but dauntingly high ceiling was visible, and the wood grain of a door desperately wished to be seen.

It was all fake.

But that didn't stop goosebumps from exploding up his arms as Jack walked into the entrance of the maze, and was faced with a small form at his feet. It was trembling, whimpering, scared, and admittedly, human. The Irishman was quick to kneel down to it, fingers hovering over the form before he scooped it up to hold at his chest height.

"Hey, hey dude. Hey, I won't hurt'cha." Jack whispered, smiling once the form looked up to him and stopped cowering. "Did Anti shrink you too?"

"Yeah, and you'll need to hurt me. My name's Sam."

He seemed to be a smaller version of himself, with the same bright green hair and pale skin, except his one visible eye was green instead of white, while the other was completely hidden behind the fringe. A hoodie bore an eye-like emblem. It was strikingly familiar, and the name just tied it all together.

"Sam, as in Septiceye Sam?" Sam seemed to smile happily at the lilting Irish accent saying his name and propped himself up in the giant's hands.

"Yeah. I'm one of the pieces, and I know the way to your friend." At that, there was no hesitation on Jack's part to set the form on his shoulder and run down the straight corridor until he reached a fork in the corridor. Looking down each side, Jack was quick to heed a quiet call from Sam into his ear.