lotrc: anti

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( antisepticeye )
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@emghost23: Hey, I have a script suggestion for anti if that’s okay? Sorry if you get a lot of these. It’s dialogue from one of the endings of ‘Five nights at Candy’s 3’ and I thought it could fit anti quite well. I had to change it up a bit to make it fit a bit better, but it’s still largely the same. You don’t have to use it if it doesn’t fit your vision of the character. Thanks anyway :)

Lo͞ok ̵at̡ ͞mè. ͠I͝ ͢j̢uşt̷ w̛a̶n̢ted t͟o͠ ̢h͢e͏lp͏. I wa͏s͡ y͢ou͟ŕ ͟fri̶e̛nd̶. ́Yo̵u͘ ͝s͘o̢ ba̧d̷ly want̨èd ̧t̛o̸ fór͞g͠e̢t҉ me, aǹd I̧ ̨d͢ǫǹ’t ̡k̛n͜o͏w͟ w҉h͞y͏.͟

I̸ o̢nce͟ b͜ro̴ugh̛t̕ y̢óu̶ h̕a͢p̢pin̵ess̸.̴ B͠u҉t̢ ̧no͠w al̸l ͟I b͘ŗin̴g y͡o̸ù i̵ş s͝o͠rrow. I̛’m ́u̡nw͏an͘t̛ed,̨ ͝an҉d͟ ̨u̴n͏wa͞nt҉ed ̛męm͞o̵rie̡s bec҉o̷m̷e…͘ ni̧gh̛t̶m̧are̡s͡.
͝
T̕h͢ey̶’͡ll͜ kee̕p ͝c̵o͝miņg baćk̴, s͝top̡ping̨ ҉y͜o̧u̴ f͏ro͟m̀ ̡e̛ve̛r re͞me̷mb͘er̨i̶ng͞ ̕the ̴t̴rùt̢h̸. I was͟ you͘r w͜ay̴ o̡f gett̕i͟ng̕ ͡rid ̛of̀ them͝.͞ ̵An͢d no̷w̕ ͠t̡h͟ey,̢ a҉ńd ̷I, ͝wi͏ĺl h̕aun͏t͟ y͘o̵u ҉for͞ev͝e̸r…̸
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…҉But ̀I h͏av̧e̡ a ̴solutio͠n.́ Y̕oų cąn͟’t ͏p̕os҉s͡ib̧l͞y̡ ̛h̷a͟ve͞ an̡y̢ n͜i͏gh̨tma̧re͏s..̕ ͝
if͜ y̷o̧u̶ ͘can’̛t̶ ͡s͝le̡ep.̕ 

No ͠nigh̕tmar̴es… o̶t́h҉e͡r͞ than ḿe. ́Don͡’͝t ͝w̢or̀ry a̶b҉o͏ut͜ m͡e҉ tho̴ug̸h̷.̛ I̵ w͠ill s̕tay ͡h͠e͏r͝e and wat̡ch̸ ̧you͢.͢ ͝Forev͝èr.͞ It’̕ś ̵ir̛o͏ni͠c͞, ̧r̡e̵aļly. You̡ ͟w̛a̢ntęd to ͟f̢org̡ét ͢m͠e ͢s̵o̶ b́adl̢y͢. B̶ut ̕nơw, b̀ec͟a̶use ҉of͜ ͟w͏hat ̷you’ve҉ tur̷ne͏d̀ ̸me͟ i̧n̸t̷o, I’͟ll ́b̴e a ͞thou͡g̶ht hid̶dęņ ͟i͡n t́he͘ ̧back͠ ̵of ̕y͟our͡ m͏i̧n͞d.͞ A͟ ̢feel̕i̡nģ of̴ ̕r͞eśtle̵s͠s͢n̨e͘s҉s҉ t̀h́a̢t you̵’̵l̕l ̨NĘV̡ER̶ b̴e͞ ̧abl̛e͡ ̢to̶ ge̸t́ r͝íd̀ ̕of̴.͢

Tru͟t̸h ͘i̛s,͟ I͞ ̵c͞an͘’́t k̴ee̛p̴ ͜y̢ou aw͟ake ̵f̵o̴rev͏er.͏ ͢But I ̧c̨an̷ ̛st͜ill ͠keep͘ ́y͝o̸u ̵a̸w͜ake, ̷e̶v̨èry t͏im҉e̴ ͠y͝o͟u͜ cl͝os͡e ̨your ͜eýes̴.͘ A͞nd̨ eve͞r̶y͞ ̴ti̡m̧é yo̷u ̸d̷o͝, ̴y̛o͞u̢’̛l̨l bȩ st̡ar͞i͜n̵g̡ ́d҉i͡ŕectl͘y̧ i̕nt͠o m͞in̴e͟.̨

Bitter Friendships Part 4

I’m soooooo sorry it took so long. I kept hitting a wall for this chapter! It was so frustrating!
But I did! It’s here!
Part 4! It needs no description! 

(Y/H/C)- Your Hair Colour

Part 1 
Part 2 
Part 3

Hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by marielgum

“I’ll bargain with you.”
Anti’s spine shivered with those words.
The taste of your lips still warmed his tongue. He relished the flavor. The chills that coursed through him as you remembered. His strength growing as the memories solidified in your mind.
Yes, yes. You will accept him soon. When you remember the times between you, the spark that you felt. He’ll become powerful enough to consume Sean and completely erase his memory from your reality.
There won’t be any more excuses. Anymore barriers. There will just be you and him. 
“Let’s here it then, sugar-lips.” He said, leaning forward. Oh, how he wanted to taste you again. 
You went to speak, but a knock at the front door cut you off. 
Anti hissed angrily and he disappeared in a cloud of smoke, reappearing at the front door. 
He threw it open with a snarl, “What?” 
The man behind it jerked back in surprise. Anti recognized him. He was your neighbor, one of the few that had stopped you on the side-walk to introduce himself. 
Anti hadn’t liked him then, and very surely hated him now. 
“S-Sorry to disturb you,” The man said, straightening. “But I heard some loud noises coming from the house and I wanted to make sure everything was ok.” 
Anti heard you barreling towards the front door. His fists clenched when you wormed your way in front of him, putting yourself between him and the neighbor. 
“Zac, it’s nice to see you,” You greeted the man with a shaky smile. “Sorry if we were being loud. Sean gets angry easily at video games.” 
The man, Zac, looked doubtful as he looked at you, then at Anti. 
Anti has seen this look before. Though humans were ignorant of his existence, they could sense that he was wrong. He didn’t fit into this world. 

“Are you sure nothing…else was going on,” Zac said, deliberately talking to you. Ignoring Anti’s glowering stare. 
“Of course, I promise.” You tried. But Zac didn’t accept it. His eyes turned to Anti, setting off an already burning fuse. 
“I hope for your sake you’re keeping your hands off this woman,” Zac said, his jaw clenched and his stare set.
“For my sake?” Anti challenged with a cackle.
“Anti, wait-”
“It’s not (Y/N) you should be afraid for.” Anti’s hands gripped the man’s shoulders, yanking him into the house. “It’s you that should be terrified!”
You launched yourself at Anti, your hands just finding purchase on his shirt as he and Zac disappeared into smoke. 
You were thrown around like a rag-doll. Weightless amongst the swirling black. 
Suddenly, you felt Anti’s shirt tear from your grip and you fell into an abyss. 
You fell for what felt like ages, the world shifted and jittered around you. As if you were staring through a static TV. 
You mind began to throb. A ringing roared in your ears and you screamed in pain. Invisible claws raked your skin, battering you around the static darkness. 
You felt your consciousness slipping. Your body kept falling but somehow you were floating, staring down as it fell. 
Then, you felt a hand snag your wrist and you were jerked into light. 
You collapsed against a hard chest and arms wrapped around your body. 

Anti held your trembling form. You were cold, icy to touch and your gaze was staring, emotionless. 
He had left you behind in the void. The dimension that allows him to travel between spaces. Anti cursed himself, but his anger fueled whatever compassion that wormed into his mind away. 
“You idiot!” He snarled. “People like you aren’t meant to follow me!” 
Your mind was returning to you. Following the path he had laid out for it, back into your body. 
His words swarm in your head, barely making sense. You tried to speak, but your tongue was too heavy. 
Look what you did you monster! Sean screamed inside his head. She almost ceased to exist in that cursed place of yours! How could she forgive you after that? What do you think she’ll think of you now? 
Anti pushed back the insect in his mind. Gently caressing the (Y/H/C) strands. 
What did he care what you thought of him? He shouldn’t need your approval. 

But that’s the problem isn’t it? A quieter voice whispered. You want their approval. You care. 

Anti’s hands shook. His eyes glowing. 
Since when did he care? Why did he care? 
Sean.
That pest in his head. His emotions. His memories swamped Anti’s own, mixing with his ambitions of freedom, of destruction. 
You were the center of everything. The reason Anti lived. The reason he even had thoughts! Should he be grateful? But why? You may have given him life, but only through pain, suffering, loneliness. 
Why would anyone be grateful for life through torment?

You stirred in Anti’s arms. Your body felt heavy and your vision blurred. 
“I was confused.” Anti said, his voice low. “When we were young, I didn’t know what I was. What I was feeling. You kept the loneliness away, so I clung to you. Like a drowning man to a life-raft.” You looked up at him, his eyes were bright green. Wisps of smoke trailed from the corners of his eyes. “And when you left, I grew stronger. I was able to think and form my own memories. I pushed Sean aside, fighting for the drivers seat. And just as I finally managed to take control, you come in and destroy everything.” 
You felt the arms around you draw you closer, his hands gripping you painfully tight. 
“I lost control. I was so over-come by Sean’s happiness to see you, that we got mixed.” His lips curled. “I felt his love for you, not my own!” 
Anti shoved you across the room. The strength in his movement sending you crashing against the wall. 
“I thought I was feeling something,” Anti continued, getting to his feet. “I thought you were bringing something else out of me. But you were only drawing Sean back!” 
Before you could move, Anti rushed forward, his hand finding your throat and squeezing. 
“I should never have believed I was anything but this!” Anti cackled. His head jittering and his voice high-pitched. “I now understand that I am only a monster!” 
You tried to speak, but black dots started to form in your eyes and you gasped for breath. You clawed at Anti’s arm, trying to loosen his grip. 

Stop it! Sean screamed. Please! Stop! I’ll do anything! 
“It’s too late now, Seany-boy.” Anti sang. “I want her dead. And nothing you say will change it!” 
I’ll give myself up! Please just let them go!
Anti loosened his grip, enough to allow you to breath. “Oh? What did you say?” 
I’ll give you control. Sean said, his voice defeated. I’ll let you have this body. I won’t fight you, only if you leave (Y/N) be. 
Anti looked at you. He still had you suspended in the air by your neck. Your eyes were wide, your face red and you chest heaved in air. 
“Hmm, it’s a tempting offer, Sean.” Anti almost purred. “But they deceived me, almost had me believin’’ I had feelings.”
Anti, listen to my voice. You know you want this, full control over my body. To throw me away. You can do that. I’ll let you, as long as you leave them!
Anti clicked his tongue, rolling the taste of you through his mouth again. 
That was one thing he enjoyed about all this. 
“Alright then.”  Anti dropped you. You crumpled to your knees, coughing and spluttering. Your throat burned. 
“Anti…” You tried to speak, “Sean…please,” 
Anti crouched in front of you, his eyes excited. “Now, now (Y/N) don’t be upset. Sean has given himself up for you. You don’t want his last memory of you to be that little frown would you?” 
You turned your gaze up to him. Glaring, “No, no you can’t have him.” 
“I’m sorry, (Y/N)” Sean said. He lifted his hand to wipe a stray tear that slipping from your eyes. “I couldn’t let him kill you.” 
“But…what will happen to you?” You asked. More tears rolled down your face, spilling down your cheeks like rivers. 
Sean tried to smile, but his eyes were misty. “I don’t know. Don’t think about it, please. You need to forget about me now.” 
You shook your head, reaching for him. “No!” 
“Too late, (Y/N)!” Anti slapped away your hand. Standing over you with a wide grin. “It was fun while it lasted, but it’s time to terrorize some other unfortunate soul.” 
“Anti! Please, let me say goodbye!” You pleaded but Anti was already walking towards the door. 
He turned, taking a photo from the table. “Here! Say goodbye to this!” 
The frame shattered as it hit the floor in front of you. You picked up the picture inside, flinching as Anti slammed the door as he left. 

You stared down at the photo of you and Sean. The last day before you left. Misty eyes but wide smiles. Faces so happy but wrecked with grief. 
You wiped away your tears, touching the man’s face in the photo. 
“I don’t remember this,” You said confused. “Who are you?” 


(Ta-da! The end! Do you feel like killing me over that ending? I quite enjoyed it!) 

Stay a little longer...

“I really must be going,” You stammer to Dark, moving once again to leave.

You make the mistake of locking eyes with him again, and falter as they grow slightly darker and more inviting. “So soon?” He murmurs, cocking his head to one side and blinking lazily. “But you just got here.”

Actually, you had been there for about two hours, trying desperately to leave. There was something about Dark that was, well, dark, and it didn’t sit right with you. But something kept you from escaping; every time you considered leaving, Dark would give you this look. You couldn’t describe it, but it mesmerized you. And suddenly you didn’t want to leave anymore. You wanted to gaze into Dark’s eyes longer, wanted him to continue caressing your face.

You didn’t understand how time was passing so quickly. One minute you had only been on his bed for ten minutes, and the next a whole hour had elapsed. And it’s not like you were doing anything! The two of you simply sat on his bed, watching each other.

“I-I know, but I have, uh, things I must be doing.” You back up, your eyes on him as you aim for his door. You wouldn’t let him keep you this time, you vowed to yourself. This time you were definitely gone.

He opened his mouth, most likely to spout some romantic crap to keep you longer, but you surprise him and yourself by whirling around and sprinting out of his room, slamming the door shut behind you.

“HEY!” He roars loudly, and you could not be more terrified at the amount of anger in his voice. “Where do you think you’re going?”

You run straight ahead, forgetting the direction you entered from. You open a random door to your left. A closet. You run straight a bit more and open the door on your right, paling when you realize what you’re staring at. A thin green haired man lifts his head up and frowns at you. He has white, soft looking skin and handsome features. The young man he is currently carving into is still, and you presume him to be dead. “Well hello,” the green haired man breathes, straightening up and shooting you a wicked sharp toothed grin, “And who might you be?”

You slam the door on him, wanting none of what he has to offer.

Realizing that Dark is not far behind you, you freak out and rush into the next door over, which is the bathroom. You shut the door as quickly as you can and twist the lock. Searching around, you realize the window is much to small to escape through, and you are unfortunately very trapped.

The doorknob rattles. “Open the damn door!” Dark growls, and there are a few loud thuds. “Stop making this harder for yourself!”

“What on earth is going on?” It’s the green haired man, and he’s laughing.

“My victim escaped from the room.” Dark sighs and the rattling stops. “I wasn’t going to kill them, but now I don’t think I have a choice. Anti, can you glitch in there and take care of it for me? I need to go find another victim.”

“What, do you think I can just glitch in reality instead of just computer screens?” You gasp as Anti is suddenly on your side of the door, grinning at you. “Because I can,” he whispers, holding up an already bloody knife.

You start to cry and back up, almost tripping into the shower. “Please let me go,” you beg as tears stream down your cheek. “I won’t tell anyone what I saw. Please just let me go home.”

He moves toward you and you step backward into the shower, your back pressing into the tiled wall. He joins you, his chest and face inches from yours. “Oh sweetie,” he whispers, shaking his head and pressing his forehead against yours. His breath is light and cool, and it gently flows against your face. “Things could have ended so differently for you. Dark hardly ever kills his victims; most likely he would have sent you home sooner or later.”

You sniffle and gaze up into crystal blue eyes that are just as mesmerizing as Dark’s. “What about you?’ You dare to ask.

He knows what you’re referring to. “My victims only leave here in trash bags,” he tells you, tracing the side of your face with the tip of the blade. “You will be no different.”

Your body starts to shake as he presses the knife to your neck. “Any last words?”

There are manhy things you could have said. You could have begged some more - maybe he would have relented, maybe not. You could have been brave and told him to fuck off. Hell, you even could have screamed as loud as you could to try to catch the attention of neighbors or passerby.

But no. Instead you had the damn nerve to reach up and touch Anti’s face, watching as his eyes widened. “You’re really beautiful,” you manage to whisper, dropping your hand once more.

He stares at you for a moment, his eyes unreadable. His body trembles slightly, and you are unsure of how to react. “Flattery will get you nowhere,” he hisses, jamming the blade forward to pierce your chest.

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Inspired by this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bt_7Ou8ChgM&t=278s

Only voices ,right?

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