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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.
[ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood.
— 「 prompt 」 [ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood.
Flashes of bright, colorful light redgreenblueredgreenblue appear out of thin air. The sound of static, a high pitched crackling noise, accompanies it. Anti is there, glitching into sudden existence in the room.
Two toned eyes take in the sight before him, a cruel smile gracing his pale features.
❝ Now isn’t this just a lo͞v̧͟e͢͞ĺ́y̵͞ sight to see,❞ he giggles, voice high and c r a z e d. His eyes locked on to Mireya’s form, taking in the crimson decorating her skin and hair. Blood dripped to the floor, pooling, and Anti kneeled down to dip a finger in the puddle, laughing to himself as he swirled and drew mindless doodles.