Her Scar | Jacksepticeye/Antisepticeye X Reader

6 / Seán / The Nightmare

I was up late on my phone, checking Twitter and putting off sleep. Suddenly, I get a message. I open it to find a photo Mark sent me. He holds Amy by the waist in front of him. They are both dressed to the nines. Beside them is Ethan and his arm is around the waist of Y/n, both of them also dressed up. My heart thumps loudly as I look at his arm. My brain instantly recognizes the jealousy.

It doesn't make sense. I hardly know her. But she did survive Anti, twice. And that's really impressive. Then my brain properly kicks in. Why is Mark sending me this? I send him a question mark text and he quickly responds.

[Mark:]
Sorry, meant to send that to Eth obviously lol

I text him back, desperate to know what is going on.

[You:]
Date night?

[Mark:]
Something like that. The girls got dressed up and surprised us when we were done recording, so we all decided to go out to a nice dinner. Plus I just think her and Ethan look so good together. Right?

[You:]
Yeah ig

[Mark:]
Wait, isn't it a bit late in Brighton rn?

[You:]
Yeah, was checking Twitter and ig I lost track of the time

[Mark:]
Ah. Try not to stay up too late. PAX is coming up and the jet lag will already be bad enough. Don't torture yourself man

PAX? Right, it's in less than a month. God, I forgot all about it. Oh shit, isn't it in LA this year? I can't go to LA! That could put everyone there in danger, especially Y/n!

[You:]
Actually, I don't think I'm going to PAX this year. I'm gonna take some time to myself. Some mental health days. Probably take a week off YouTube too.

[Mark:]
Really? Ok that kinda makes sense. Hope you start getting better. It sucks to see you so rough but not be able to help.

[You:]
Ik man I'm sorry

[Mark:]
Don't worry about it, just focus on your mental health. Amy, Y/n and I are sending our best wishes

[You:]
Not Eth? Ouch, my own son

[Mark:]
Lol no he just left, sorry

[You:]
Oh ok. Well you guys have a fun night, I'm gonna hit the hay

[Mark:]
Don't hit it too hard. Might hit you back, like the whiteboard one of these days

[You:]
Haha you're so original. Gn ya goof

[Mark:]
Gn Seán

Y/n wished me well too. That send a useless and unnecessary pang into my chest. I couldn't be anywhere near her so liking her was futile. Plus, that was just more fuel for Anti to want to destroy her and she didn't need that.

I shut off my phone, tired of looking at it. Might as well record because I wasn't in the mood to have another nightmare. I decided to record the video about me not being at PAX and taking a week off YouTube. I ended up editing it too before finally dragging my exhausted body to my bed.

I flopped down over the covers, blinking my eyes shut. It didn't take long for me to doze off. Or for me to start dreaming.

***

There was a form huddled in the corner. Covered in blood and crying, shaking. As I got closer, I realized it was Y/n. She looks up at me suddenly.

Her eyes jab a knife into my heart. "Haven't you tortured me enough?" She whispers. "I'm sorry, I'm trying to stop him!" I shout in response. She shakes her head and continues crying, staring at me with wide, terrified eyes. I realize why.

I have blood all over me and instantly I know it's her blood. Not just that, but her blood is all over the knife in my hand. I try to drop the knife, but my grip tightens. I look up at it to her. She shakes her head franticly, whispering, "Please no. Please don't." She's begging for her life.

"Y/n, run!" I shout. I can't stop my arm as it flings the knife her direction, hardly missing her and chipping the tiled wall behind her. She scrambles away from me, dashing out of the bathroom we are in and into another room.

I stomp out, slamming the door against the wall behind it. "Where are you?" The voice that comes out is mine, but it doesn't sound like me.

I'm forced to watch as Anti starts searching the house for her, top to bottom. Slamming doors open, stabbing the knife into anything and everything. He throws open cupboards, flips over couches and chairs. We make it into a room I recognize all too well: my recording room.

I want to shout, say something, but I can't. All I can do is witness as he stomps over to my closet of recording equipment. He throws it open, her form flinching in the back corner. He grabs her arm so tightly she starts crying harder. He's hurting her and he's enjoying it. He takes pride in how terrified she is.

He rips her out of the closet and into himself. She hits his chest, looking up into our eyes in fear. Her eyes are wide and full of tears that continue to fall. "Please," she whispers at him. He grins at her, stroking her chin. Out of nowhere, he plunges the knife into her side. Her knees buckle and she cries harder. He lets her drop to the ground, crouching next to her.

"This is what you get for running, doll."

"Why are you doing this?" She cries softly. She coughs up blood, and once she starts coughing, she doesn't stop. The blood keeps coming and coming. It's all down her front and coating the floor, spilling out of her.

"Because you got away the first time." With those words, he reverses his grip on the knife and shoves it into her throat. She stops crying. The shine in her eyes disappears. She's dead.