His Puppet (Antisepticeye x Reader)

Ch 11

Seán's POV

~Dream~

I was walking down the hallway in my house, getting ready to record an episode of Minecraft when I felt a cold hand grab my arm and pull me into my bedroom, locking the door. I turn around to see Anti glaring at me, anger written all over him. "So you thought I wouldn't notice?" He spat. "I- I'm sorry Anti. I s-swear I didn't mean it. It was a-an accident!" I stammered.

He wasn't accepting my apology. He grinned, his eyes glowing a deep green, "You must pay for your mistakes. It was part of the deal." I backed away, fear rising inside of my stomach. "A-Anti please! We can work this out another way!" I screamed, begging for his forgiveness. He chuckled, wrapping his hand around my neck. I chocked and gasped as he released a deep chuckle. As my vision blurred and faded to black he whispered, "Say Goodbye."

~End Dream~

My eyes flew open and I sat up quickly, my breathing heavy and my shirt soaked in sweat. My heart monitor was beating rapidly. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I've been having that dream ever since he took me. It's been a reoccurring nightmare and I don't know how to make it stop.

"I just want this to be over." I whispered. I ran a hand through my hair and sighed, glancing at the clock on the beige wall. It was 4:54 am. I should be asleep right now, but I can never sleep after waking up from that dream. Every time I've tried I just sit there until morning anyway so I've just stopped trying.

I look over at (Y/N) and see her sleeping peacefully across the room. I don't want her to be a part of this, she didn't do anything. Anti's been watching her for a while now, I never thought he would actually do anything to her. I can see why he'd want her, but he should've left her alone. She's such a kind soul, deserving nothing but the best, but Anti doesn't see the same girl I do.

All he see's is an easy girl to get, to own. He's going to rip her away from everything she knows and manipulate her into falling in love with him. She'll do his bidding and be like his little puppet, he'll control her every move. Her every thought. It'll all be him. I snap myself out of my trance and stop staring at her. Iclose my eyes and try to speak to Anti through my thoughts. "Anti if your there please say something." I waited, but there was no response. I felt alone before, but now I don't even have my other half.

I took another glance at (Y/N) as thoughts of his previous "princesses" flashed through my mind. They were all similar in their own ways. They all had so much hope in their eyes, big dreams they wanted to accomplish, but they had a past that was rough around the edges and needed some work to get through, but they were tougher than they looked.

Anti is able to wear anyone down, even girls like that. They are so strong, but Anti will always be stronger. Either he'll kill them himself or they'll go so insane that they'll kill themselves. The fear of never breathing fresh air again taking over their senses. Clouding their thoughts. Drowning them until they're no longer able to fight, their muscles aching and their head pounding. All strength seemingly pouring out of them as they become lifeless.

It's a horrible thing to watch. Anti's made me watch as punishment. The way she screamed at me to help, tears streaming down her once beautiful face. Now it was nothing but blood and bruises. Anti did this to her, he completely destroyed her to the point of no return; even if she did escape she'd never be the same. She begged me from afar to do something; anything to help her. She looked so helpless, but I couldn't do a thing, as I was tied to a chair and gagged.

I cried out to her, attempting to tell her she was going to be okay; that it was all going to be over soon. I watched as Anti slowly killed her, putting her through so much pain that he made me able to feel. That was part of his punishment; I felt what they felt, but it wouldn't kill me. I'd just feel it all, staying in perfect physical health.

As he'd drag the knife through her stomach I'd feel it sliding down my skin, slicing my organs in half, the burning sensation becoming so much that I'd scream out in pain with the girl who'd already been doing the same thing. He'd laugh so loud you'd hear it over our screams of unbearable pain.

I didn't want to imagine (Y/N) going through that. I didn't want to think that she'd be dead while I felt all of her pain, but then knowing afterwards she didn't breathe again after that. She's gone from the world and it's because of my mistake, my slip up. She has to pay because of me.

I don't want that for her.