Antisepticeye x reader short stories

Talk

"No, I can't believe it either."

I walk pass the door over hearing Anti's voice.

"They just don't listen to me."

Who the hell was he talking to?

"Datss stupid."

He sounded a little drunk. Do demons get drunk?

"Oh, that cheeky mother fucker. I'll get him back for that."

I creak the door open a crack to see his hair a little messy his stance a little wobbly with a Jack Daniels in hand. He was facing the toaster.

"Well, it's not my fault I'm better you fucking weakling."

I walk fully in the room and he stands up straight hiding the drink. "Who are you talking to in here doing in here?"

"No-one." He says quickly followed by a hic up.

He 'inconspicuously' leans towards the toaster and whispers to it like I wasn't in the room "We'll talk later."

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-Later-

"You do a lot of the work around here, you deserve better."

I barge in screaming. "Oh my god you do when your sober too!"

"Shit."