Antisepticeye x reader short stories

Death

Death.

His appearance, his mood, even his stench. It all reeked of a rotting corpse.

People keep their head down. They dare not even make eye contact or utter a single word in fear that he might kill without thinking. Like he did... back then.

The only time anyone can feel remotely calm when around him is when he's consumed a dark liquid. bitter in taste but said to ease the prowling beast.

"Feel better Anti?"

Anti open his acidic green eyes to a familiar sensation. A face full of steam from a cup of pitch black coffee.

"Mm." He then looked at the person who gave him his morning juice. They had such a big smile even though it was 8:30 in the morning.

"Jesus Christ, you look worse then Robbie of a morning , don't you?"

Anti looked up with tired eyes. "Only you can say that and get away with it."

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Sorry it's so short and sorry it's been so long I've just so much on my plate as of late and only now have I been able to catch up. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you all, let me know!!