His Puppet (Antisepticeye x Reader)

Ch 8

Seán's POV:

I scream as the nail goes through my hand and into the chair. Anti laughs loudly and I cry again, another nail being lined up. "Okay okay! Please." Anti looks up at me, wonder in his eyes, "What is it darling?" As white pain fills my body I swallow hard, shakily speaking, "I-I'll talk just please, stop!"

He laughs then mumbles some spell and the pain goes away while the nail somehow disappeared from my hand. The blood dried and it was like it never happened. This is how he tortures me, he does something so painful and then makes it like it never happened so I get to keep reliving this shit over and over.

It truly makes me hate being alive, but I need to get out. It's my only hope. Who ever else he has here can't stay, they'll never make it. I've heard so many people here since last week when I was taken. None of them make it out alive, ever. I jerk again trying to get out of the restraints again, but it's useless.

He giggled from behind me and I can practically hear the smile on his face. "Oh no, we're you trying to escape?" He asked, a chill ran up my spine making the hairs on the back of my neck stand. I silently cursed myself and whispered, "N-No Anti. That's n-not what was happening I-I swear!"

He bent down and whispered in my ear, his voice glitching. "Then what was it hmmmm?" When I didn't answer he'd grow angry, only leading to more pain. "Okie dokie then." He said, I didn't respond so he went back to his table and grabbed a machete, walking in front of me and sinking it into my shin. I screamed in pain, passing out quickly after.

(Y/N)'s POV:

I press my ear against the wall, faintly hearing a bone chilling scream. One that sounded all too familiar. Soon to follow was obnoxious giggling from Anti. "What is he doing?" I whisper to myself. I run to the door but it won't budge. I frantically looked around the room finding a paper clip in the dresser next to the bed.

I shove it in the lock and attempt to open it. I wiggle it around and hear a small click, I smile and thank whatever god exists for making that work. I open the door and see no one in the hall but that room is still locked. I hear one of Anti's laughs and I'm guessing he doesn't know I got out of the room. I press my ear against the locked door and hear him glitching around.

"If I go in there I'm gonna need some type of weapon." I whispered, I quickly went to his kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife I could find, running back to the room. I tried to pick the lock again, jamming the paper clip around. There was another small click and a loud laugh from inside the room. My heart sunk to my stomach and I took a shaky breath, opening the door and hiding the knife.

What I saw inside was horrifying. Seán, the one and only Jacksepticeye had what looked like a machete in his leg, passed out with Anti just staring over him and laughing. Anti looked at me and his expression switched to anger, I could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

"What the fuck (Y/N)? GET OUT OF HERE!" I flinched but stood my ground, "What are you doing to Seán?" He growled, taking a step forward, "(Y/N)... get out. NOW!" I lunge at him and sunk the knife into his neck, his black blood spurting everywhere. He groaned and pulled the knife out, blood pouring down the left side of his body.

"You little shit." Was all he could say before falling limp onto the floor. I stood there frozen. Seán was still loosing a lot of blood and I guess Anti was dead. My body began to shake as I ran out of the room. I was confused as I noticed the whole lay out of the house had changed.
I shook my head and ran into the living room, searching for a phone. I found one and quickly dialed 911.

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Bold: 911 operator.
Regular: (Y/N).
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"911 what's your emergency?"

"Help me! Please!"

"Ma'am I need you to calm down."

"Please he's dying!"

"Ma'am where are you?"

"I-I don't know! I just need your help!"

"Are you injured? Do you need medical assistance?"

"No! I'm fine but Seán needs help he's loosing a lot of blood!"

"I'm tracking your call now Ma'am. Please stay on the line."

"O-okay. I'm going to Seán now."

I ran back down the hall and into the room. Anti's body was gone, a chill ran down my spine. Seán was still unconscious, but Anti was nowhere to be found.

"Ma'am I am sending officers and an ambulance your way."

"I- uh... thank you so much!"

I heard faint sirens down the street and put the phone down, the call still active. I crouched down by Seán and took off his restraints. "Hey Seán? If you can hear me everything's gonna be okay, you'll be just fine."

I realized I was crying as paramedics bursts through the door, pushing me out of the way. Everything went in slow motion as people rushed around me, yelling random codes out. An officer who looked about 25 or so cane up to me, "Put your hands behind you back for me."
I didn't fight it, even though I didn't do anything.

I got taken out to a squad car and driven to the police station for questioning. Even through all of this all I could think about was Anti. Where did he go? Is he okay? Is he alive? I didn't have any answers, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.  "Ma'am I need you to focus, please." An office said, pulling me out of my trance. "S-Sorry officer."

He cleared his throat and nodded, "Okay, so tell the story again from the beginning please." He asked, pulling out a notepad.

A/N

Yeet or be yeeted, that's all I gotta say. Just make sure your not getting yeeted, that shit sucks ngl.