Antisepticeye x reader short stories

Tapping

It was grating on every last nerve I had.

You don't hear it? The tap, tap, tap!

The incessant clicking grinding against my skull.

Every.

Single.

Night.

I can't get to sleep any more. My eyes have black bags under them and people have been complaining about my mood.

Ever since he got here, that tapping hasn't stopped.

This green haired, emo, glitchy motherfucker just won't stop!

It was driving me towards insanity.

After weeks of this, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I got the clippers from the bathroom and barged into his room. He looked up at and held his hand up in defense. I grab his wrists and start snipping them off.

It was a task and a half with my fatigue and strange inhuman strength, but I was so damn near death, I wouldn't give up.

"I have asked you time and time again to cut these Anti! It's your own damn fault!"

"No!"

He stared down at his blunted nails. His face almost like a sad puppy's.

"My nails...They were like...10% of my creep factor."

"I don't give a crap about your creep factor, I care for my sleep more. The next time I hear  that aggravating noise, I will not hesitate to throw you to the street. Now," I say clasping my hands together. "I'm going to catch up of some well deserved sleep. Please make sure no one disturbs me, or I will become the demon, not you. Understood?" I give a fake smile a e nodded his head in agreement.

"Good."