Antisepticeye x reader short stories

*Scar*

You stared at Jackieboy man during the entire swimming lesson. It was weird. His red onesie was all he usually ever wore. But now he was in a red rashie and board shorts it looked unusual to see him with so much skin showing.

He wasn't as banged up as you thought he was. He had a couple of little scar, but just before he put his swim shirt on, there was a massive scar along his chest.

When you tried to ask about him about it, he'd go quiet. If Anti was in the room, Jackie would rub his own chest and leave.

So the next time you asked, you went to Anti.

"That scar on his chest? I put that there."

You don't know why you were so surprised, the looks Jackie gave him kinda spelled it out.

"Yeah, it was during the darker times. Long before you came around." Anti twirled his knife on his finger before putting it down again. "I got into fights with everybody but especially him. We ended up getting in a pretty brutal one. We almost killed each other."

Anti sat back on the lounge. "Out of all of them, he... wasn't the weakest. Hah...I kinda miss those fights. But that one...."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "That one was pretty brutal and coming from me, that's saying something." 

No kidding, you thought.

"It's the one scar he has that won't ever feel painless. I made sure of it."