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I turned to look at the clock, 2222222222:41 PM. The bed was warm, too hot to rest in. I groaned, throwing      off the sheets and I turned to look at the clock, 3:46 AM.

Another restless    sleep, and more nightmares. I took a sip of my warm coffee and walked down the stairs to make myself breakfast. A loud ringing started in my ears and      I turned to look at the clock, 4:6291294746253726 AM.

I shot him and walked away. I turned to look at the clock. 6:920431929464726262849 AM. He pulled out a gun from his pocket, "Get away from me!"

He shot and the demon disappeared. He sobbed, wanting this to end. "Ǵ̸̡̢̢̡̧̙̩̣̥̦̙̱̪͎͍͎̞̰̻̼̯͚̳̦̬̫̺͍̥̟̜͔̠̜̬͍͈̳̭͋̽̀̇̋͜͜͝͝e̴̠̹̪̣̘̻̪̝͖̠̬̒̇̅͆̎̉̊̄̔͋̓̿̇̕͜͝͝ͅẗ̸̩̞̣͈͍́̈́͌̇̔̃͊̏́͑̀͛̀̈͜ away from me!"

"Get away from me!"

"Get away from me!" He shot and the demon disappeared. He didn't know how much longer he could protect his creator. He was in a coma after all.

He sobbed, wanting this to end. "Everyday..." He murmured, "I have to do this to save ḧ̷̨̢̛̰͎̗͔̙̤̰̝̻̬͈͓̠̻͎̱͍͓̹͉̯̗͍͙̬̬̘͓͓̋́͑̈́͛̉̒̎̔̿͂̄̓͆̅͛͌̇͆̑́̉̕ͅį̶̡̧̛͎̳̰͕͂̇̃̓̾̆̊̓̓̽͂̇̂̾̍̈͂̌̊̒̏̾̑̆͊̑̄̀̌͘͘̕̕͜͠͝͠͝m̵̧̬̖̟̬̖̝̮̙͔̙̘̺̯̺̯̣̥̣͙̯̣͔̮̻͖͙̱̠͌̌̽͐̚͜͜."

"I will do this to save him," he paused, "I've been keeping them distracted this entire time."

Lying is a sin. "But isn't sin a lie?"

"Do they still believe me?" He asked, "more importantly does he believe me?"

He forgets what happens and goes on with his day. The readers think that they still have to find how he died.

"Good, I'll keep it that way." He sighed and looked at the gray world surrounding him. "How do I get it out of you, Jack?" He sighed.

He stared at Jack, his hope ebbing away. His dull eyes stared at Jack's pale face. Jack looked so peaceful. He too, wanted to slip away, but he knew he couldn't. For, he was the only one who could save Jack.

I

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I turned and looked at the clock. It was almost time! It was almost time!

It was almost time!

I fell    back       asleep, hoping      to slip far away from      reality.

"But, he already slipped far far away from it long ago."

"So that's when something else slipped into his body too."

He cried and cried.

What could he do? What would he do?

He couldn't fight all the demons. It wouldn't be long until he ran out of ammunition.

He'd have to leave, and pray that the demons wouldn't visit.

But, now they did. Everyday. Every hour. He couldn't stop them. He tried.

They were so close to taking Jack over. So, so painfully close. That's when he let out a shriek and shot the demon beside Jack's bed.

He didn't understand. He didn't UNDERSTAND.

Why couldn't he just SAVE HIM?

Was he too weak?

Weak.

What a strange word...

One that he describes many people as. One that he had described himself as, far too many times.

Anti was his name. Anti IS his name. Anti sat next to Jack, glitching.

"I miss you."

Silence. There was no response. Why would there be?

His creator was in a coma after all.

Anti grabbed a doctors mask, a dapper looking hat, a cat mask, a blue mask, an empty bottle of whisky and sighed. Anti placed  them down and stifled a sob.

He was supposed to be the emotionless, rude, freak. Not a crybaby, he thought to himself. But, they're all g̷̛̘͔̼͕̦̖̲̯͈̤͓̍́̈̾̍̚ͅơ̷̦͇̝̯̋̃̒͊́̑̀͒͌̄͛̄̄̓̀͂̃͗͋͗͘͠ń̷̺͉͕̻͓̩̦̱̖͍͒͊͒͜e̶̢̡͓̙̝̯͇̙̞̝̺̐͌̊̍͐̐͛̓̉̈́́̀̌͒̆͂͜ͅ. How was he not supposed to cry?

Anti stood up and began walking, carrying Jack's limp body. Maybe he could make it this time.

Maybe he won't screw up again.

Maybe, just maybe, he'll pull out the gun in time before the demons come.

It was a brisk walk, full of gray flowers and trees. But, something stood out from the rest.

It was a cave, full of colors. Anti jogged towards it, the gun slipping out of his pocket. A demon smiled.

Maybe, just maybe, he would catch his prey.

The demon growled and stalked around Anti and Jack. Anti paused, did he hear something? He took a quick glance at his surroundings before he realized the gun had fallen out of his pocket.

"Shit."

The demon jumped at Anti, Jack flying out of his arms. Jack's limp body hit the floor, his eyes were open a crack as his head hit the cave entrance.

The colors entranced him. He felt alive again. But, at the same time, he was extremely confused. He was making some pancakes when he had got here.

Jack shakily stood up as Anti wrestled the demon on the floor. It was clear that Anti was losing. With no weapon at his side, demons were nearly impossible to defeat.

The demon was about to bite Anti's neck, when  he was pushed back. Anti flipped them over, grabbing a knife out of his back pocket.

The demon's claws scraped at his wrists and torso. Anti couldn't bear the pain much longer so he stabbed the demon in the head.

Again

And again

And ā̶̺̦̮̓́̽̉͘͜g̷͖̙̻̙͚͐͆̓͑͘͜a̴̜͖̯̓̓̃̄̾̋i̶̛̩̎̓͂̍n̶̨͚͈̟̲̬̲̮̉̿̐̈́̾͘̕͜

Even when the body dissipated away. He kept stabbing. Tears running down his face. He couldn't stop stabbing. Jack almost died, and it was his fault. Anti put the knife back into his pocket and wobbly made his way over to Jack.

Jack tilted his head to the side, his vision was hazy. "Hello?" Jack's voice was hoarse, he couldn't remember being in this dark and gloomy place.

"Jack it's me," Anti whispered softly. "Anti? But, you're not real..." Jack shook his head.

"I am, just listen to me this once..." Anti spoke, and pulled Jack into the indifferent cave.