'The pancakes are done! All we need to do is put them on plates.'As Anti was prepping our plates, I remembered something..
"Hey- Anti..?" I quietly asked.
"Yeah, Mary? What's up?" He answered, turning his head slightly, to look at me.
"I'm sorry..." I mumbled, looking down at the ground, as I nervously rubbed the sleeve of my shirt.
"Sorry for what, sweetheart?" He chuckled, as I heard him turn around.
I slightly flinched at the nickname.
Not because it made me uncomfortable or anything. Just because I've never been called it before. I normally don't get very.. nice nicknames.
"This morning.. last night. I'm sorry for being such a.. such a sad-sack and burden the entire time I've been here..." I said, as I heard footsteps come closer to me.
"Hey.. look at me." He stated, quietly.
I did what I was told, and looked up at his slightly hurt expression.
"There's nothing to be sorry about. You've done absolutely nothing to upset me, you have no reason to say sorry." He said, looking deep into my eyes.
I looked into his glowing blue irises, as I saw a small grin slowly appear on his face.
"But, before the pancakes get cold.. let's eat!" He exclaimed, walking back over to the counter.
Then, my actions thought quicker than my mind did...
I walked over to Anti, and gently hugged him from behind. Resting my head on his back.
His breath hitched, and he tensed up.
I immediately realized what I had just done, and I immediately felt bad for putting him in this situation.
Right as I was about to pull away, something unexpected happened..
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Why Aren't You Scared? (Antisepticeye Fanfiction) 🚨 DISCONTINUED 🚨
Fanfiction🚨 DISCONTINUED 🚨 ⚠️OLD USERNAME⚠️ Hi, my name is Mary. I'm 27 years old, and my life is fucked the hell up. My mother is a drug addict, and my father is a drunk. They constantly beat me and shout awful things at me whenever I get home from work. ...