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The Difference
Anti across the house: Babe!
Y/N: [Cooking breakfast] What?
Anti: I'm Homicidal!
Y/N: [Flips pancake] Did you say homicidal or suicidal?
Anti: Homicidal!
Y/N: Good keep it that way
More Than Threats
Fic Request: A fic with Anti x Dark x reader who has a yandere stalker and goes to the demon bois for help.
It’s gotten out of hand. Reaching the point that it was going to become dangerous for you to even leave the house now. You’ve tried everything! Police. Threats. Playing nice. Playing absolutely nasty. But nothing worked. They still followed, and watched. Still continued to call you late at night and knock at your door in the early mornings.
It was too much. It was getting to the point that you were willing to just end them. Throw them under a bus. Push them off a cliff. Possibly even poison their food. Anything! Anything to make them go away and leave you alone.
But there was one more card you haven’t played. A chess-piece you didn’t want to bring onto the board because you knew how they’d react to this. But it saved you from killing someone just to make them listen. You puckered up the courage and sent out the messages. Only 2. Each with four words that would have them running to your side.
I need your help.
And it worked. Within minutes your house was flashing with influenced energy. And the room got colder, greyer, as Darkiplier drew you into his colourless space. Antisepticeye was there too. A rare sight to see, truth be told. Neither of them ever interacted civilly, let alone intrude in each-others spaces unless looking for a fight. But you were more important than some silly feud. You were tired. Scared. They could see that straight away and Dark was the first to approach you. His arm circling your waist to bring you close. His other arm wrapping around you the moment you crumpled against his chest, blubbering out what has been happening. You’ve rehearsed this a thousand times. Wanting to make sure they didn’t think you were crazy or overreacting. Like the officers did. The same people who were meant to protect you, only let you down because they couldn’t do anything.
But these two would. Already, Anti’s eyes were blazing green. Wild glitches tore open his posture in rapid fire of static and snarled expressions. Dark kept still. Only for you did he keep himself under control. What fury he felt, he would save for the rodent that has been scratching at your sanity. It will be bloody. Delightfully soul-wrenching. But right now, you needed to be held. To release what stress and terror you’ve been bottling up. And you were doing just that. Safe within the confines of Dark’s presence and Anti’s wild cursing, promising blood and pleading from the stalker. Assuring you that the person would be begging for their life and your forgiveness.
“Do you promise?” You asked. You wanted that person to suffer. All the sleepless nights and helplessness they’ve caused you. You wanted revenge. You wanted justice.
“Oh, we promise, sweetheart.” Anti hissed through clenched teeth. Dark stroked your hair with gentle fingers. Tucking you under his chin and gently swaying you back and forth. Letting your tears be dried against the material of his clothes.
“First, we will make sure you are safe.” Dark said. Pulling away for a moment to remove the jacket from his shoulders. You attempted to hide your trembling by tucking your hands in the pockets of his jacket. But Dark merely pulled one of them out and kissed the back of your hand softly. An attempt at comforting you. To have you look into his eyes and allow some sort of his influence to wash over you. To let his unspoken promise of safety give you solace.
“Come now.” He said, pulling you back into his embrace. “Lets get you home and in bed, my dear. You need rest. We’ll take care of everything. You need only to relax.”
You nodded, sniffling as you closed your eyes and felt Dark’s power seep away. Leaving you and the two egos in the centre of your loungeroom. You stayed still for a moment. Not wanting to open your eyes. The worse thing a person could ever do to you was make your home feel threatening. Like you weren’t safe, even behind locked doors and latched windows. And that’s what it felt like right now. Even with two dangerous people with you. It just seemed… unsafe.
“Guess we won’t have to search too much.” Anti said, his words ripping you from the fleeting comfort of Dark’s presence. You looked over at the window Anti stood at. Blade in hand, he threw open the window and dove through it. There was a loud cry and Anti’s maniacal laughter. Another scream, something wet crunching and terrified whimpering washed in from the darkness outside. Something inside you released. Like a cloud of rain dispersing. Worry trickled into relief, and you turned to look up at Dark. Who stood by your side, watching the window carefully. Outside, Anti called out, “Dark, get your ass out here. I’m going to finish him off before you do your thing.”
Dark hummed softly and his hand trailed down from your shoulders to rest on your lower back. Turning you away from the window, he guided you to your room. Closing the door behind him and having you lay down under the covers. Which he then gently tucked around you. And when you tried to remove the jacket, Dark shook his head. “Keep it. You need an extra bit of warmth, I think.”
You merely nodded. Your voice seemed to have left you for now. You settled into the bed. Still sniffling softly. “Will you stay here after… after they go away?” You asked. And Dark placed a hand over yours, giving it a light squeeze as another scream from outside trickled in.
“We’re not going anywhere, (y/n). Get some sleep. We’ll be here when you wake up.” Dark assured you. Smiling gently as you forced your eyes to close.
You didn’t know how long Dark sat there for. His fingers drawing patterns along the back of your hand. But your exhausted mind collapsed into a dreamless place. Even with your imagination running wild with what could be happening to the person outside.
You felt reassured. You felt safe. And the first time in a long time, you could sleep without fearing of waking up with the threat of pain and death looming over you.
LONG TIME NO POST!! I’ve been so busy with life but I strived to make this cuz my brain thought this a great idea I don’t know why! I made Gab a dark ego calling her Vira (Virus). I am sure you get the pun. ;)
𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔰 𝔪𝔢?
𝔦 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲.
𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶, 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥.
So lately I've really gotten into the BlankGamePlays ego and I'm honestly really interested in writing a story about how Ethan discovers the existence of Blank and how he learns to coexist with his dark ego. So I'm gonna get started on that and I'll post it on ao3
Whenever I see Damien I just... AAAAAHHHH *fangirling noise intensifies*