#yeah im gonna draw lemme do some warm up sketches

[snowthedemonfox]

'snow why do you draw the turtles like that' i cant stop trust me i tried already

[is-i-halloween-yet]

The End of All Things (A Preview for the upcoming Antisepticeye X Reader Series)

(( AN: Preview Cause Im Really Nervous 😂

Okay well this takes place way before the story starts and it's kinda a tester and advice for how I write Anti cause I want it to be decent?

But I guess I can start getting some feedback and my other ones as well since I don't plan on releasing any until October....

So let me know if you wanna see some NateMare, Gear or Dark previews as well :)

Cause I am way too far ahead in most of these series.

It's kinda based on what I think these things are. A smol heads up 😬

And soooo this is gonna be nothing like the story... it's kinda like a little trailer.

And yeah I misspelt things on purpose. Give it more of a child vibe and it's also supposed to be taken kind of like you're intruding.

At first, anyhow.    

So yeah! Sorry I am crazy about dramatic details and overuse of extreme detail!!

I would love to get some feedback!!! Both on my writing and the characters!  So lemme know what you think :D

And most importantly  @justwritingscibbles who is first of all, an extremely talented writer but also just a rad human being who agreed to give me feedback! So again, thank you so much!  So go check her blog out!!!

Sorry for the long A/N

And without further ado-))

E N J O Y  T H E  S H O W

              "Happy birthday!"

He chuckled bitterly, swinging himself into the room as he stared at the sleeping figure in darkness, tear stains still remain on her cheeks from the past two hours of sobbing before she fell into her slumber. He even mused how you still sniffled slightly as she turned as he twisted the blade in on his palm, not digging into the flesh but creating a small circle as he pondered his position and options.

So many times he had desired nothing more that slit her throat, deep enough so that you wouldn't wake back up from the impact of the blade and would die in slumber, blood staining your bedsheet. Or perhaps he would drag it through your arm, cutting out the trace were he once held.

The other half of him, the half she had brought out, screamed at him to just hold you again, feel your flesh, warm and gentle and comfort her. Her to apologize. Beg. Hold him. Comfort. Turn away from your world and back at his with the same wonder you once held.

But he knew better.

It was over.

She didn't need him.

The memories were painful.

He tried to avoid coming here cause he always faced himself with the pain of become soft again, melting as the memories danced around the room in everything from the color of the walls to the window letting cold air in to the sleeping girl on the bed shivering.

Shivering?

He quickly moved to lay against her, restraining and deciding to go instead with realigning her blankets so she was completely covered. Even through all the year she looks the same, he mused to himself, not being able to resist the urge to wipe the tears from your eyes and stroke the small of your back, dropping the knife onto your nightstand as you stirred slightly.

"Shhh... Princess.... Go back to sleep." He coaxed, euphoria hitting him like a chill against his spine, "Lets go back together." He continued, grabbing your hand and focusing, "Together. Just like we promised. One more time-"

"Once more until next year."

"AH! Owie!"

"Shhh.... You've got to be quiet.”

"Ow! Ow! OW!"

"Hush... Hush now...Im almost done."

"It huwrts Anti!"

"I know princess I know."

He hated seeing her in pain.

It didn't matter to him how old or young one was. It didn't matter your background. Anti would inflict harm on you without hesitation, but this child, for whatever reason, was an exception.

He'd never admit it to anyone other than her, but there was something about her that drew him to the young child. A soft spot in his tough demeanor.

And he loved it.

The girl allowed him to hold her small arm, pressing his palm a little bellow her wrist while the other hand was in hers as she squeezed it, bracing to pain. Her eyes were shut tight with as much concentration on not waking the babysitter downstairs as he had on placing the mark on her. She opened one eye to look at me the back at her arm which my hand covered tight, concealing the burn.

She whimpered, "Are you done yet?" She looked up at me with big pleading eyes, trying with all her might as it got more painful. Still he heard her sniff even though she tried not to cry while she whispered, "I just want ice crweam."

He chuckled slightly, only to stop when she kicked him gently in the leg, "It'snot funny!" She pouted, "You prahmised me ice crewam!"

I bit my lip as not laugh and went back to focusing, trying to finish so she would be out of pain. "And done..." He removed his hand, reveling the mark on the young child's arm as she looked at it with curiosity, clearly abandoning all thought of ice cream. "Now remind me. Why did you want this mark?"

She thought for a moment, "Becwause I stwart school tomrow and you said you cant come."

"What does it mean?"

"That we won't evwer be alwone."

He nodded, kneeling to her level so he could look into her eyes, "And what does it do?"

"It pwotects me!"

"How?" She tilted her head, pondering it, before shrugging and He smirked. "All you gotta do is say my name and I'll be there princess. No matter what." She beamed up at him and hugged him tight.

After a moment of shock he took her small form in his arms and hoisted her on his shoulders, "Now how about that ice cream?"

The mark was something way stronger than the entity wanted  to admit. Possibly even more than he knew, as the mark did different things to everyone depending on the entity who grants the moral marks. Usually it depended on the moral as well. Which was why he wasn't hesitant when she asked for it.

Still he couldn't say no.

He could never say no.

That being said, he despised the time he had to reapply it when she was nine, her grandparents eradicating the mere thought of his existence the moment their only grandchild brought it up and did all they could in their two days with her to make her drop her belief.

Two days and he was gone.

And the worse part was he only knew because of the pain he felt as the mark sank away from her skin. And it hurt him just as much as it hurt her.

As quickly as the sensation started he was by her side trying to bring back only this time, her pain was so immense that she took his hand, locking it over her mouth to prevent sobs from leaking though her rooms thin walls. Anti could feel her tears come into contact with his hand and it took all he had in him not to tremble or stutter, fearing the result it would have on her if he did.

"I'm s-ss-sorry..." She sobbed when I finished, "I-I-I don't kn-know why I believed them. Anti I'm so-"

He hugged her tightly, "Shhh. Shhh Princess. I'm okay. You're okay. Just go to bed okay."

He let her go, tucking her into bed and reading her a story as she fell asleep mumbling a single I'm sorry before she fell into a dreamless slumber. He knew it wouldn't last from there. She'd stop believing soon enough.

He didn't expect it to be so soon.

Six months.

It only took six months for the years of memories to come crashing down.

Two hours into her school day.

The day of her tenth birthday.

Of course it had to be a day when he was called to the council so all birthday plans were reserved until the evening and it had to be the day she was again, pushed into such a extremes, taunted, violated, physically pushed to the ground and forced into an therapist office while you screamed and cried, the ideas that you sketched the mark on your hand yourself as you went insane. He was in the meeting when he felt the pain, dashing away only to be confronted by the girls sobbing parents. He thought she had died until he heard your screaming and crying, muttering fallacies and false fantasies just to get it over.

“There’s not an Anti?”

“Anti. What kind of name is that?”

"I draw on myself all the time."

"Why can't others see him?"

"He wasn't here today he can't be a real protector if he wasn't here today."

"It's gotta be me it's gotta be me it's gotta be me."

"Y/N! Y/N!"

But she couldn't hear a thing.

with and with every scream and word, Anti felt himself break, a numbness spreading over his body replacing the pain, anger and frustration filling his bones as he stared into the room you were locked in.

....

It's over... Isn't it?

...

Fine

L͠͞et̴͝ ͏h̛e̶͠r͘҉ ͡͏fo̷͠r̡҉͝g͝ȩ͝t͞ ҉̛͞

Ĺ͎͔͎͞e͜͏͎̥̘͓ͅt̛͈̼͎̰̞̭͔ ҉̫̼̰̼m̯͖̞̬̬̬̩͇͜è̷̦͚͝ ̸̛̞͍͇̝͉̻͉͢r̛͙͉̱͓͇͟ͅe̡҉͏̝̝͇̲̘t͎̙̣̼̮̰̳͘͞ͅù��͔̮̝ŗ͓̟̘́n̷̼̤̥͞ ̴̦̣͎̤̳͜

R͓̲e̤͇̫t̳̯̻̜̹ͅu̹̠͚̠̘r̜̬͙̕ͅn͏̥̮̹ ͔̻t͖̟̲͞o̭̣ y͕̼͓̜̭ò͇̯̣u̫̺͚͙̣̥̮ṟ̴̠̪̥̤ ͔r̰̳͍̥͍e̖̪a̶̪̩͎̤ͅl̨̼̲ ̗̦l̲̻̩̰͉͞i̼͇̘̰̺ͅf̸͉̫̭̟e͉̟͍͢

.͙ ҉̘͖̼En̜͔̱̥͓͞t̻̖͇̩̰̤e̡r̭͚͓̮͢ i̥̹̱n̞͙t̛̤̝̟o̙͓̝̘̗̯̰ ̵̯t͇͜he͏̞̻̼̻̻͎ ̙̤͖̫̹͕w̗̭͖o̰͎̟r͎̤̬̫l͇̣d̥̖̟͔͙͉͇ ̩͞of̬̫̯͕̮͢ ̪̬͇g̥̯̱̹o̲̥̙̥s҉̭̙̹̺s̘͙̠̹̠i̟̤͟p̣͇͓͙͍̬̘ ̹̀a̡̬͎͔̪͚̗͚ǹd̩ ͓͖̬̱g͏̮̣̞̫r͎͉̲͈̫̠̭a̛d͏̭͕e͔͞ś̪̥͖ ̹̪͔͎͔a͍͔̗̻͟n̠͖̝̯̰͓͉ḏ ͕͉l̪͔̣̮̰o̻̪̫̱̻̞v̘̖͕̱͈͠e͙̤͙̤͉̥r̸̠s̢̩͖͈̭͓̲̘.̱

͕̗̦̩O̷̪͙̫̣f̦͓̱̭͚̙͢ͅ v̺id̜̞͙̖̘̗ͅe҉̱̭̘̩͎o̹͚͇̺̪͚̳ ͓g̞̘͕͚̮͙͜a̰̱̕m̲͇̞͓̦̪es̝̤͉ ̳̖̲̜̫̦ͅa̶͉̰̫̮͓̳͎n̶͉̗̮̪̝͇̗d̯̳̜̬́ ̪̻͚t͕͍̭e̩̰͕śṱ̡s ̵̥a͏͖n̺̩̘̪̰d͈̗̙ ̢b̫͕̪̻̩̬i͙̦̬̤r̷̖͎t̘̕h̥͉̱̬̩d͖̗̪͔͈͟ͅa̧̦̗̲̞̜ỵ̞̮s̼͇̱̯̙͘ ̡̙͕̻͓ ̠͇͓ ̦̳̣

Ạn̵͈̲̰ͅd̙̟̗͔̼̯ ͙̜̻͜I͇̖̱͇͔'̢̱l͏̻͖͉̱̗l ̩̜̗̣̦ͅr͎͙̺̝é͙̝̫͇t҉u̯r͘n͓̻͈͎̞

T̶͓ͩ̑ơ̢̝̙̰̬͕̚͞ ̢̯͙̪̱̲ͫ̐ͪͯ͝m̴̯̫͎̥̩̗̣̱̃͌i̙̖̝̤̳̇̂ͦͫ̈́ͅň͋̊͂̒̿͏̡͏̻͈̘͇̼e͙̘̎ͮͭ͆͛̈́̚͡ ̧̫̰̝̹̳̘̮͉̂̔ͫ͗͒̎o̭̥͓̪ͯ͌͑̿f̝̪̥̐ͮ̓ͩ͛̄̾́ ̢̹͔̘͒̀̋ͤͣ͝B̶̳̥̻ͭ͛̈́ͩ̅̌͋ͯ͟L̡̪̩̘͎̘ͭ̈́͋ͦͬ́O̵̬̻͒ͥ̇͜O̷̥̟̜͉̒̌̈́ͅD̸̆̐ͨͪ̎̇͏͕͖̻̝̫͙̳̲ ̞͚̩̟̞̱͕̉ͥ͝͠͠a̵ͭ̅ͮ͏̲n̨͓̯̱̤̝̲̳̥ͩ̽̈́̓ͩd̮̮̩͉͛̍͢ ̨̓͗͗ͤ͂̆̓҉̙̠̖Ṫ͕̖̰̗͙̠̥̠́̍̋Ė̢̧͕͉͓̪̗̭̒A̶̺̼̙͕͇̮̗̪̗͆ͬ̆̈͝͞R̦̪̻͒ͧ̈́ͩ̿̇͝Šͪ͆̓͊͆̑͟҉͍́ -

You woke up with a gasp.

Clutching your head at the strange dream, throbbing as you tried to remember the events before the strange occurrence, you heart going back to Joshua.

Oh... I am such an idiot!

You felt your body shake as you bit your lip, itching your arm slightly as you closed your eyes, the pain of your head drowning out the pain of your head as your groaned in pain, itching to distract yourself.

Is this what it feels like to get drunk? I’m never drinking. If it is... Oh well! Thank goodness it’s Saturday!

You didn't want to sit up, only deciding to at the rapid buzz of your phone.

Halie: Damn boys suck

Georgia: And you know what: So does Lila

Sally: He's an ass. She’s an ass. BUT! But! Don't let him getchu down! You're sixteen!

Halie: It’s your birthday <3

Sally: And you better bet we are taking you out as soon

Georgia: You can drive now!

Halie: TASTE THE FREEDOM!

Y/N: Freedom aside I had the strangest dream last-

No.... No lets not. They don't need to know. They wont understand.

Y/N: heck yeah! I'm soooo getting my license today!

Moaning in pain at your head, you threw the phone down, standing up with you suddenly felt a breeze hit your skin.

That window... Did I leave that open last night?

Shrugging it off much to tired to care, you made your way down the stairs grabbing two Advil and a full cup of water, smirking to yourself at the emptiness of the area.

"Happy birthday." You murmured, tipping the glass up to no one and swallowing the pills.

And may the next be better than the last.

The writing of Anti’s thoughts:

Let her forget, Let me return

Return to your real life

Enter into the world of gossip and grades and lovers; Of video games and tests and birthdays

And I’ll Return

To Mine of BLOOD and TEARS

Hope you enjoyed! Tell me what you think! Wuv you all!! <3