"Wake up."
At first, you didn't. The sound of static filled the room, your ears, getting louder and louder until you couldn't bear it anymore. Finally you opened your eyes.
Where am I?
You had been with Jack, right? In his cozy bedroom, having fallen asleep almost immediately after--
Oh... oh fuck...
That sound, the static again. Where was it coming from? And from what, the TV? No... this wasn't right. The room was dark, mostly, anything past a bit of space around the bed was pitch black.
As though someone had taken and moved the bed you'd fallen asleep in, stripped it of its covers, and woken you up.
Fuck! Where the fuck were your clothes?! Your head whipped around trying to search for them with no luck.
"Are we awake?"
The static was... speaking? Arms crossed over your chest you realized just how cold the room had gotten. But the sounds, they were coming from the darkness, and you couldn't pinpoint from where. It surrounded you.
The voice- static- chuckled. It wasn't a pleasant sound. "You can't see me. I'm eVerYwhErE," it... gurgled? No, that wasn't the right word. Phased, more like. As though the voice really was static itself, crackling and hazy.
You didn't like this. You didn't like it one fucking bit. "Sean...?" you called out, hesitant. Maybe it was him, with some twisted, creepy idea of trying to be funny. Or to scare you. He would have been succeeding in the latter.
"Don't bother. He won't hear you. NoT anYmOrE~" the stranger replied with another laugh. It was unnerving. You shrank into yourself, into a ball on the bed, arms around your legs. It was the best you could do to censor yourself from whoever was there. "Oh, don't play coy. I saw everything. EvEryThInG YoU DiD wITh HIM." The voice was dripping with venom, pure hatred towards... Jack?
No... that... being watched feeling, was it this stranger...?
Your first thought was that Jack had a roommate he hadn't mentioned to you. What else could it be? But a figure stepped closer to you out of the darkness. A figure that was... drifting in and out of existence, out of thin air. It seemed to be standing still and yet kept on moving in a way you could only describe as glitchy. The figure turned to static in an instant and then returned to reality.
It was smiling, it's hands behind it's back. But it looked like Sean.
"Okay, where are my clothes? You're creeping me out, Jack," you pressed, trying to sound braver than you felt. With Sean you felt safe. But with this... man, you felt nothing but danger.
"DON'T. CALL ME THAT." it spat out, clearly angry. "I am everything he isn't. I am Anti."
This made you snort. "Auntie? Like... my aunt?"
"NooOoO!!!!" This guy was not amused, shutting you up in an instant. Something, somehow, you understood at a subconscious level. No, he was an anti-Jack, even if they looked the same. Anti. It made sense... somehow. He suddenly laughed, and you wished he wouldn't. It sent chills down your back. "Do you think you're smart? Clever? You don't know the half of what I'm capable of doing to you," Anti cooed to you.
Maybe he's schitzophrenic... or has multiple personalities... it has to be it...
"Jack, listen, this isn't funny anymo--"
Anti screamed. He didn't like being called that which he wasn't. The knife in his hands he brought forth, slicing his throat wide open. Blood poured from the wound, making you scream and clap your hands over your eyes.
Watching you freak out only made him laugh. "You can't shut me out, I'm EvEryWhErE," he cooed again. His bare chest was drenched in his blood, yet he showed no signs of passing out, or even of dying. "I am that which doesn't exist in your world, bitch."
The blood-drenched figure was working a scream from your throat just at the mere sight of him, and you had to fight it back down. "What the fuck do you want with me?!" you managed, still ending up louder than you intended.
Your voice echoed. You were alone with this freak.
Anti came closer. He liked this. He could see why the bastard had taken you home to begin with; you would be fun. The blade, stained red, pressed to your cheek. He smiled wide, seeing the fear in your eyes. Oh, he was going to thoroughly enjoy this.
Breaking you.
Jack liked you. Why else would you have been there? And Anti so hated to see him happy...
"I'm GoIng To hAvE LOTS oF FuN wItH YOU..."
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"For fuck's sake, what do you want with me?!?!" He had spent the past ten minutes or so cutting himself open wide. Blood poured from every wound at an impossible amount, and it showed no signs of slowing down.
Anti merely laughed, as he had been doing the entire time. "I'm going to break you," he murmured, taking your chin in his hand. "And I'm going to make you watch me do it."
Break you? Literally? Or... You swallowed hard, still squeamish at the sight of so much blood as you turned away.
Big mistake. Anti forced your head the opposite way with an open handed slap, the sound flat and loud in the room. A bloody handprint remained on your cheek, which you held with a shaking hand, trying not to cry. "Don't. Look. Away," he warned. Still smiling.
His eyes. He wasn't Jack, not by a long shot. The baby blue was gone, taken away and replaced with nothing but black. Even the whites of his eyes were dark. His smile turned to a smirk. "LiKe WhaT YoU sEe??" Anti teased before leaning down, licking the blood from your cheek.
Thoroughly grossed out you shoved at him. "Go to hell!!" you screamed.
"I'VE BEEN THERE. AND I WON'T BE GOING BACK!!" he shouted right back, making you recoil.
"What the fuck do you want with me," you repeated, wary. You were still completely naked, and he certainly didn't seem to care.
The blade returned to your face, gently pressing against your jawline. Slowly, ever so slowly, it was pressed into your skin. The pressure turned to a stinging sensation, making you wince. A thin line of blood dripped onto the blade. Satisfied, he leaned down and lapped it up again. "I'm going to break you. I won't let him have ALL the fun," Anti murmured.
