Antisepticeye x Reader One-Shots (FLUFF ONLY)

Cyberbully.

Warnings: mild angst, horror, some blood, angry overprotective Anti

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You mostly ignored it. Small jabs via email or text, saying you were fake, that you copied other artists work.

Most of the time you just delete the spam and continue with your day. Sometimes, though, it hits you when you're weak, and you lock yourself in your room, wondering if they're right.

It's stupid, you know they're trying to get under your skin, but this time, it was too much. 

You turned your phone on (it had died earlier, and it's been charging for an hour or so) to find over eighty unread messages from various anonymous numbers. Your phone pinged as it received another message, and another, and another.

Do you actually think that people are falling for this crap? You totally stole this!

Why don't you just stop making stuff? nobody actually wants to look at it smh.

you should stick to what you're good at, hun.

omg so cringe!!!!

ew

I'm not sure if you're being serious. did you try to make this? or is it just one of those shitposts?

You'd finally had enough. You mute your phone and slam it face down on the bed. It made you angry, and upset, and you really just wanted to lock your door and cry into a pillow. So you do.  You lock your bedroom door and crawl pitifully under the covers. 

Why were people such dicks? You couldn't understand how people felt the need to belittle and hurt others. You don't want to think about it anymore. You squeeze a pillow to your chest and sob quietly, your tears leaving wet streaks down your cheeks and neck. 

There's a knock on the door, Anti's voice come's from the other side, "Y/n? Why's your door locked?" You try to get off the bed to unlock the door, but your foot gets tangled in the covers and you hit the floor with a dull thud.

 "ow..."

"Y/n? Y/n, I'm comin' in."

"Hold- Hold on!"

Too late. Already, He's glitched through the door to find you pushing yourself up off the floor. He starts to chuckle at your predicament, and helps you up, but his smile falls when he sees the tell-tale redness around your eyes.

He sits you down on the bed, still holding one of your hands in his.

"Y/n, what the hell happened? What's wrong?" Anti gazes worriedly into your e/c eyes. You try to speak, but no words will form past the lump growing in your throat once again. Tears start to pool in your eyes again, threatening to spill over.

Giving up trying to speak, you just reach over, grab your phone and show him the messages, now counting over a hundred. His eyes darken, and you can almost feel his burning anger when he firmly plants his hands on your shoulders. When he speaks his voice is corrupted, almost demonic.

"W̢̺̞͐̾͞h̟̦̗̒̅͠ǒ̡̪̺̎̕."

You can't speak, stuck in a mixture of fear and astonishment. He sees your fear, and closes his eyes and takes a breath. When he opens them again, they're back to their baby blue hue. his hands slide down to your arms, holding them gently, pleadingly.

"Y/n, please tell me who is saying this." He whispers.

You shake your head, "Anti, no. I know what you'll do to them." 

You grip his shirt, silently begging him to let this go. He gets the message, and he obviously doesn't like it, but he agrees. Silently, he gathers you up in his arms and pulls you both under the covers. He holds you tightly against his chest, safely wrapped up in his arms. 

You bury your face into his shoulder and take deep breaths, tired and relieved. Slowly, you allow yourself to be lulled to sleep. Anti presses a kiss to the top of your head.

Third person POV

Half an hour of holding Y/n after she shut her eyes, and Anti is finally convinced that she is asleep. He untangles her from his arms and climbs out of the bed, leaving her undisturbed. He picks up her phone, still receiving hurtful messages, and travels to the device that sent the message. 

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It turns out to have been multiple devices, a group of teenage girls, who obviously didn't have much in the way of personality, tormenting Y/n for the fun of it. They show each other the messages they are sending and laugh at her expense.

Anti tries to stay calm, but anger and disgust keep rising like bile in his throat. With one motion, he shuts down the power to the room.

"What the hell?" One shouts.

"God, the power went out."

"No, look, the hallway still has light." She points to the open door that allowing in enough light to see. 

Anti flicks his wrist, and the door slams shut. The girls scream in fear, and one reaches for her phone, to use as a flashlight, only to find it won't turn on.

"What the hell!? It was just at 80 percent!"

He lets the lightbulb glow dimly, just enough for the girls to see one of their friends go flying into the wall and collapse to the floor. They scream louder, backing away from the unconscious body of their friend. 

This is when Anti decides to reveal himself. A single step forward, and now he stands in front of the cowering teenagers. He looked demonic. 

Blood seeped from the scar on his throat. His bright green irises floated in a sea of inky sclera. His body seemed to flit in and out of existence, a red and green aura surrounding him all the while. Darkness spread out from behind him like the legs of a spider, encasing the room with black.

The girls can do nothing but stare in mute horror. Anti grins from ear to ear, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Once again, he speaks with his voice laced with demonic corruption.

"Ta̱͊k̬̞͌̈ȅ̼ ̧̹̲͑́͞t̹̚hi̧̅s̠̔ ̬͔̭̉̉̎å͓s̙̜̒͆ ̞̊a͖͖͗͘ ͖͙͊͆̎͢w͖̽a͉̤̗̽̉́r͈̺̻̽̃̀ni̻̾ñ͈ġ̜̱̒.̧̃ I͈͔̓̋f̹̈́ ̞̼̭̑̊͐y̭̆ò̱ȗ̗̰͛ ev̠̹͞͝ẹ̈̒ͅr ̟͍͍̏͂̉h͚̲̣̅̈͡urt̜̆ ̜̪͋̈Y̨̜̌̔/̧̀n̓͢ ă̩ĝ̺̜͞ai͉͖̇͘n̟̯̾̉,̰̣͑͞ ̧̮̅̑y͚͖͒͝o̖̩̻͋́͝u͡ͅ ̯̈wĭ̹̖͡l̗͎͛̄ĺ̤̭̟͂͞ ̠̏k̗̃n̝̥͂͆ô̦͔̞͒͑w͇͗ ͟͝t̤̊h̥̾ė͟ ͍̾m̧̮̀̈́e͖͂ấ̱̮n̰̉͌ͅi̼͋n̨͚̊̈́ḡ̞͖̠̋̐ ̼͗ò͕̆͟f͔͎̐͗ ͕͙̓͐ṣ̨̘͐͊̆u͙̕f̠͕̉̐̌ͅf̬̹̙͂̕̚e̻̰̺͒̊͘r̗̎iņ̭̰̔̃̅g̟͙̲͐̒͘.̝͊"

Then he was gone.

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Anti crawled back into bed with Y/n, who is still asleep. He pulled her into his arms once again and let sleep take him. He was content knowing his love would never ache again like she had today, and that was enough for him. Even if she disapproved of his methods.

An: WOOO! Got another chapter out. This was a request, and sorry for the delay. I have been falling into other fandoms recently, but felt in the mood to write some mild angst/ horror. I hope you enjoyed!