Love That Loud Guy

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Red, green, blue. Red, green, blue. The haphazard colours reflected chaotically in the whites of Mireya’s distant eyes, her gaze only shifting to take Anti in after his manic laughter broke the silence of the room. Whatever he’d said to her had gone in one of the ‘doll’s’ ears and out of the other.

All of a sudden, Mireya giggled with him, though the gesture was soft and hollow. The smile that lingered bore an undercurrent of pain. She looked down into her lap, a bloodied knife dormant on the ruined fabric. Even the knife itself was damaged, as if someone had taken a good chunk out of the sharp metal.

“I killed him.” She said. Where the knife had come from was a mystery. It could have been one of Anti’s that had been carelessly left somewhere, or it might have belonged to the victim that was now scattered into puzzle pieces all around the dark room. “I killed him with this knife. Now I’m almost like you.”

The demon is giggling to himself, continuing his mindless doodling in the blood. His gaze flickers between the blood, the  s c a t t e r e d  pieces of the corpse and his doll. So many interesting things to view in this moment. Where to look, where to look?

A quiet giggle joins his own, and Anti snaps his eyes towards Mireya. A wicked grin now on his lips. 

❝Yͣͬͣ̀͌óu͑ ̷̈͂ͥ͋̃̿̽did,❞ he hums. ❝You killed him good and dead! And made such a p̶ret̸t͠y͡ me̕ss̸.❞ Anti glitches out, disappearing and reappearing around the room, taking in the gore of the butchered body. (Impressive) The weapon, a spare knife belonging to Anti, did it’s job. Although it seemed to take some unfortunate damage in the process, it would be rather useless now.

Almost like Anti? Oh, sweet little doll. No one is like Anti.

❝Nah, if you were anything like me you’d be laughing right now,❞ the demon points out, almost scoffing. ❝You would be celebrating! You would be ecstatic and exploding!❞ As if to show an example Anti himself glitches wildly, bursts of static and color where he stands.

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Continued @glitchedknives​

Death didn’t affect Jinx much, not anymore. The scene, while bloody, merely caused her to look down at the mangled corpse. Anti had really done a number on them. This wasn’t just self-defense, if he had even defended himself. It was straight up murder, for fun. Her head really did enjoy playing with her.

❝ I didn’t get to see, but woah! What’d this poor sap ever do to you? ❞ Jinx crouched down, not thinking much of it. Not until she saw BROWN HAIR, EMPTY EYES, ANGLED FACE, GNASHING TEETH, WHITE E–

She fell back into the blood, g a s p i n g for breath at the thought of it somehow being Mylo. ❝ Wh- ❞ Jinx took a moment to catch her breath. ❝ Who was that? Some creep? ❞ Her voice was breathless even when she attempted to make it seem like it hadn’t affected her.

Anti scoffed, waving the knife dismissively in the direction of the body. A shame, he did enjoy an audience. Not many got to see him perform and actually live to see the end results of his masterpieces. He watches Jinx curiously, wanting to see her reactions. wanting to see her fear

❝ He did nothin’ but be in the right place at the right time,❞ the demon answered with a shrug. Whoever that corpse had been didn’t mean anything to Anti, the poor sap hadn’t done anything wrong per say. Just happened upon Anti during a moment of bloodlust. ( could happen to anyone, really ) What mattered now was the mangled, sliced up, bleeding mess that Anti was rather proud of.

Confusion flashed across his features, only for a moment, quickly replaced by annoyance. Jinx’s reaction was belated, caused by something she saw on her own ( in her own fragile mind ) and not by Anti’s work. His appearance glitched out, static dancing around him. He may enjoy other’s fear and distress, but he much preferred when he and he  a l o n e  was the cause. ❝Nobody,❞ he said through gritted teeth. ❝ N͖̰̬o͍̤̜͔̻͙͖͚b͈͇̩̲͈̼͓̀͢o̗͙̯d͙̺y̵̬̲̦̗͞N̷̨͎̟̺̝̯͍͔o̯͇̻͍͇͕͚͘b̥̼̘͕͝o̭̟͈̞͇̳͘d̴̛͕̞̩͡y̗̙̟͓̬̕N̬ͅo̵̤̻͉͖͓͖̫̼b͉̱̖͈͠ơ̶͖̣̲͞ͅͅd͇̺͕y҉̶̥̻̞̺̦̙͉. What do you see? Who do you see? ❞

[ ESCAPE ]

— 「 prompt 」 [ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone.

Manic laughter spilled past his lips, blood splattered across his pale features. A body ( ą ̵́͜c͘͠or̵̡p̸s͘͟e͠͡ ) laid at his feet, mutilated and most likely unrecognizable to whoever knew this poor PATHETIC soul. He still held his knife in his grasp, eyes darting between looking at his work and admiring how much better the steel blade looked when bloodied.

Soft footsteps echoed around him, Anti just barely hearing the sound. Perhaps another victim? He could play some more, there was always time for fun. There was no telling how long this other had been here, had they seen? Or did they just stumble upon this horrific scene? Anti laughed again, hoping to catch a glimpse of fear and despair on whoever was there.

He turns, quirking a brow up at his audience of one. Anti gives them a crooked smile, blue and green eyes glinting with M A D N E S S. ❝ Enjoy the show? Or did you miss out? I’d be more than happy to do a repeat performance if you’d like,❞ he laughed, voice harsh and grating to one’s ear.

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"Antisepticeye"

Just a colored sketch of Anti. I haven't been drawing properly due to burn out and school, plus i don't have any drawings that are good enough to post. I apologize for my absence.

Sketch is from Autodesk Sketchbook, and the Coloring is from Paint Tool Sai 2.

My comment in this piece... My eyes are bleeding.

If i can, i might do this again for the other egos.

I don’t like talking with people about emotional stuff because then they learn things about me and get to know me and can defeat me.

Anti (via incorrect-anti-quotes)

bomsplode​:

Everything begins to spin. The world around them isn’t quite real anymore, a fragment in the madness spiraling within her mind. Jinx grabs her head with one hand, the other still stretched out to ward away the whispers, the shapes, the claws that long to grab her. 

ALL YOUR FAULT ALL YOUR FAULT–

She turns to him when he says he sees everything. It must be real, then, and everyone around her must be playing a sick joke. Unless he’s the one playing? Unless… Unless it’s all actually fake? ❝ Shut up! I told you to shut up! ❞ Her words are practically drowned by his, though the shadows seem to listen.

They gather around Anti and she stares, watching them dance around him. Claws and teeth and blank white gazes. Claggor and Mylo, her brothers, the people she killed… They aren’t actually here. She knows that (does she?) yet runs back to Anti anyway.

Jinx reaches out, grabbing at his arms to keep herself steady. The glitching is messing with her, bringing out more shapes and colors she isn’t sure are real. ❝ You’re safe, you’re safe, ❞ she tells him, like she isn’t even sure it’s true. But they’re dancing around them both now, like there’s a barrier, like he’s protecting her. It makes her feel a little better, though the voices continue to course through her mind. Her head twitches, this way and that, looking at who’s talking.

❝ I know, ❞ she hisses to the image. ❝ I know that. You don’t have to tell me! ❞

Oh how the demon wished he could see the world through her eyes right now. Anti longs to see what  t o r m e n t s  the girl for himself, instead of letting his imagination (and oh what a wild imagination he has) come up with the visions and stories. At the very least, Anti can add on to whatever it is troubling Jinx. It wouldn’t be nearly as fun to watch her suffer if he had absolutely zero part in it.

Glitches blur his appearance, distorting him for Jinx’s view in seemingly impossible ways. Bright colors flash around him.  ❝ Sh̢̦u̧͙̮̙t̶ ͕̞̙͉͎͉͡u̷͕̯̝̮p̟̝̭ ̱̠̞͙s͓̥h̗͚̥u̞̭̯̭̺̟t̷͇̥ ̰̮͉u͍̠͎̭͇̖̝p͇̰̥̞̬̦͔!̲,❞ he cackles, tone mocking even in his cheery laughter.

His form shakes and shudders at her touch, Anti glitching backwards just a step and flinging his thin arms out wide. ❝ Safe? Do you even know what safe means? What safe is? ❞ the demon laughed, looking around them as if he too was seeing the figments of Jinx’s fractured mind stood near them. ❝ Don’t have to tell ya what? What do they tell you? Good things? Bad things? Oh I hope its bad h́͢͡ee͠҉h̶̀ah͢͢e̸҉͢ḩe̸͢e̸͜! Do they describe the pain of death? I imagine it was a bombastic way to go! ❞