His Puppet (Antisepticeye x Reader)

Ch 7

(Y/N)'s POV:

Anti held me in his arms as I continued not being able to breathe. It felt like everything was closing in on me, the walls were colliding on each other and I screamed again, Anti comforting me as much as he could. My sobs were strong and loud, definitely not cute.

Anti was rocking now, whispering sweet nothings to me. I was slowly getting back to normal, my breathing and heart rate slowing down. I inhaled deeply, holding my breath a moment before exhaling. Anti whispers, "You any better, princess?" I nod, a single tear slipping down my cheek.

In every fanfic I've ever read Anti wasn't like this, he'd torture the reader. This isn't how he'd been portrayed. I wrapped my arms around him, smelling his cologne calmed me down a bit. He sighed, hugging me back and whispering again. "Everything gonna be okay my love, everything's gonna be just fine."  I smiled, whispering back, "Thank you, Anti. For everything."

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Anti's POV:

I hold (Y/N) in my arms, her warm body pressed against my cold one. As we sit there I feel the same feeling I'd felt before, but I can't let it happen. Not again. It just fucked everything up. I need to leave, I can't do this. "Feeling any better, princess?" She nods and I smile, knowing she felt better made this easier on me.

We sat there a little while longer, but soon I'd have to go before I did something stupid. She wrapped her arms around me suddenly and my heart skipped a beat, that's not good. "Everything's gonna be okay my love, everything's gonna be just fine." I smiled as she whispered, "Thank you, Anti. For Everything."

I nod in response even though she can't see it and I can't help but wonder why? Why is she thanking me? All I've done this past 12 hours is cause her pain and trauma. It's not fair for her. All I tried to do was help and I obviously made it worse. "Stay in here, I'll be right back." She nods and moves off me so I can stand. I walk out, locking the door again and going to my room where I shut that door too.

I began to pace around the room, ripping at my dark green hair. "My god why are you so fucking stupid?" My hands grip harder at my hair and I swear in pain, "Fuck!" I punch the wall, my hand going right though it. "I can't fall in love again, NOT AGAIN, NOT EVER!" I scream, punching the wall again, going straight through it once more.

Flashbacks of the last one flicker through my mind and I groan. "I'm going out of my fucking mind." I mumble to no one in particular. My neck oozes again and I sigh, flopping onto my bed, sinking into the mattress. I rub my face with my hands and deeply sigh, feeling defeated. I notice a tear slipping down my face and I slap myself.

"Fucking idiot." I whisper. I go to the bathroom across the hall and run some cold water, washing my face. I didn't really need it, it just helps refresh my mind a bit. There's now a bright red handprint across my face and I smirk, realizing how stupid that was.

I close the door and go to the locked one at the beginning of the hall. The room next to (Y/N)'s that's supposed to be soundproof. I guess installing it myself wasn't the right move. I grab the key from behind the painting next to the room and unlock it, carefully putting the key back.

I walk in and shut the door behind me, making sure it's locked again. I turn on the bright overhead light and the room glows, slightly hurting my eyes so I know it hurt his. "Wakey wakey shakon bakey." I sing, he groans and I giggle. "What's the problem bud, is it too early?" He slowly shakes his head no and I smirk.

"Then let's have some fun shall we?" I say whilst laughing. He pulls on his restraints, slightly nudging the chair and attempting to scream through his gag. "Oh, we've been over this yeah? No ones gonna hear you, and screaming only makes it worse right?" He doesn't respond so I kick the back of the chair and he quickly nods.

"Good. So you understand your punishment for trying again right?" He nods, tears streaming down his face. I walk over to him, slapping him hard across his right cheek, "Stop crying! You're fine and she's fine, so shut the fuck up!" He cries into the gag and I rip it off and he starts to beg, "A-Anti please! I-I-I'll do anything! Anything at all just please s-stop!"

His accent is strong, but not like mine. His is a tad bit weaker from that stupid YouTube bullshit he thinks is so cool. "Do you ever shut up?!" I yell and he stops babbling, making me smile. "That's more I like it." He looks down, seemingly defeated as he nods.

"Okie dokie Jackaboy! What should we start with today? Hmmmm." I call, making him shrug his shoulders. "You know what happens when you don't answer, I hurt someone you care about. Don't make me do it again." He quickly nods and swallows, "H-How about the knife?" I giggle seeing right through his games.

"I'm not so sure about that one." I say, he sighs while choosing his next words. "It's up t-to you Anti." I smirk and laugh, "Whatever you say." I grab a hammer and some nails and Seán's eyes go wide making blood ooze from my neck again. "You said it was up to me." I pause, letting the words sink in, "This is my choice."

I line up the nail with the center of his hand on the chair and he screams as I hit the nail with full force.

A/N

Soooooo, how y'all holding up after that? Jack's in the story now whoop whoop. No? Okay lol.

Anyway have an amazing day/night, thank you so so much for reading and Stay Awesome!!!

xoxo~ ash