I slowly open my eyes to see a brighter living room.
I felt something soft and warm covering me, so I looked down, and see a blanket.
I slightly smiled to myself, and realized that I'm not shaking anymore.
I cuddle up into the blanket, before seeing Anti walk into the room.
"Oh, you're awake!" He exclaimed.
I rubbed my eyes, and sat up.
"Y..yeah." I said, yawning.
"What time is it..?" I asked, tiredly.
"2:45 pm. Good afternoon, sweetheart." He chuckled, sitting on the other sofa.
I blushed slightly.
"Hmm.. good afternoon." I said, giggling.
He crossed his legs over each other, and pulled out his phone. Scrolling through some kind of shit, it looks like.
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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. ...
