I think I'll explain more in detail how Mel's magic works soon (+the other skeletons, you'll see) . Not now tho, there's still something I want to show you before that (¯▿¯)
TW: Creepy Pasta from the beginning of the fanfic, mention of murder, mention of blood, mention of possession, mention of hauntings, being haunted, stabbing, mention of and/or viewer of suicide like action, Zalgo Text, AntiSepticeye.
Summary: A fan put together compilation of AntiSepticeye from the beginning all the way to his debut on “Say Goodbye” on Chase Brody’s Channel Bro Average! Enjoy!
Links at the end of the one shot!
I've been lying down for hours now. It's 5:35 AM and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part about my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but look back and try not to cry or scream. Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's the strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear.
Here's the thing. The second I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore. I'm completely fucked. I will die and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a way out but the only idea I have is to rush for the door and run outside to scream for help. Hoping that any my neighbors will hear me. It's risky. But if I stay here. I will surely die. He's waiting for me to wake up and see his "masterpiece."
You're probably wondering what's going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes.
About three hours ago, I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check on the noise before realizing I had to use the bathroom. Instead of doing the smart thing and investigating. I used the bathroom first. I could've gotten myself killed right then from my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom door. There was blood on the carpet. I got very scared and ran back to my room. Just hiding under the sheets like the pussy that I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep. That it was just some really vivid nightmare or something like that.
But I heard my bedroom door open. Like the terrified child I was. I peeked from under my blankets to see what was going on. I could see something dragging my dead parents into the room. It wasn't human for what I could make out. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my parents. But this thing was much smarter than any caveman. It was aware of what it was doing.
It propped my Dad up on the edge of my bed, and made him face me. It then sat my Mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. It started rubbing its hands upon the walls. Staining them with blood and then drew a circle with the devil's pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a "masterpiece." To finish it off. It scribbled a message onto the wall that I could not read in the darkness.
It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike. Waiting for me to make move that I'm awake.
The scariest thing? Is now, that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness and I can actually read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at it, because it's terrifying to think about. But I feel I need to see, before I'm killed.
Malecifent Smith: "Show us the dead bodies you hide behind the current."
Chase smiles and grabs the mic. In a very terrifying voice, "You're not allowed to see the dead bodies. No one's allowed to see the dead bodies."
MrPunshierforlife: "Chase do like to eat orphans?"
Chase gets close to his mic and the same terrifying voice, "Only the really young ones. Heeheeheehahahahaha!"
Abbandoneer: "After seeing a healthy dose of your crazy videos. I've decided to describe."
"Awesome! Good job dude!" Chase gets closer to his mic and deepens his voice. "Welcome to the dark side." Chase leaves and then comes back with a bowl of ice cream. "We have cookies and ice cream!"
Bubblefreak: "Want to know how to build up suspense."
Chase looks to the side and slowly turns toward the camera with an evil grin. Editing it so that creepy music and lights were in the scene. "Hahahaha!" In a high pitched laugh. "Gotcha! Yeah, that was cheap jump scare." Chase softly chuckles.
Nyym90: "Chase? What is your worst nightmare?"
"Honestly. My worst nightmare is, well a long time ago when I first got the internet. My friends and I decided to look up some B Rated horror movies. I don't remember the name of the movie. But there was this one movie where the guy in the movie was being haunted. No one believed him. They all thought that it was just stress or that he was finally losing his mind. He went to see a professional. And it kept getting worse.
By the end of the movie like a camera or something turned on. Filming him. And all he was doing was carving pumpkins for Halloween. The camera glitched and then he put the knife to his throat and slit it. And then demon took over.
To me, that is my absolute worst fear. Just something happening you know something is happening and absolutely no one is believing you and then you have like, no control over the situation. Then something like getting stabbed or something like that. Yeah."
Chase then shudders on camera. He just got a cold chill, going down his spine.
NerdShroom: "Dear, BroAverage. Why do you call yourself Chase when your real name is Sean?"
"It's because we have split personalities."
"No, we don't!"
"Yes, we do!"
"No, we don't!"
"Yes, we do!"
"Shut up and quit telling them that!"
Staring back at the camera with a very serious look. "You try getting some damn sleep with that going on inside your own head!"
Orfeas Molonis: "Who's Sean?"
"Just some crazy guy I keep locked in the basement." Chase turns to the side with no one there. "Get back in the basement!" Turns back to the camera. "I don't even have a basement. Hahahahahaha!" Does the Anti like laugh at the end.
"Top of the mornin' to ya laddies! My name is Chase Brody and welcome to Carving Pumpkins! I think it's a cool tradition to do one every year. But yeah, Happy Halloween! Happy Birthday to the pumpkins! I got a bigger pumpkin this year. Last year got a little one and it was really hard to make a face on it. So, I got a bigger one. And as you can see." Chase made a gesture with his arms of his surroundings.
"That I'm doing this in my room. Last year I did in my kitchen and it just sounded awful down there. So, I brought the table up here. I have no idea what I'm going to do for this design. Probably something simple. But I'm excited! I love doing these seasonal videos. Um, okay I'm going to need a marker of some kind."
Looking around Chase spots a marker he can use on his whiteboard that he used to write HAPPY HALLOWEEN! He quickly brings it over the table. "Okay, now I need to start drawing a face on this guy. Oh, Happy Halloween! Did I say at the start? Probably."
Chase starts drawing a face on the pumpkin giving a bit of commentary as he went. Then quickly grabs a wipe, and wipes off the eyes and redoes them. Then he shows his template to the camera with a huge smile on his face.
"Also you need a bag." Chase goes over and grabs a bright green bag from his left side. "To put all shit into. No! Don't throw yourself into it! I know you think you might be a piece of shit but you're not! You're beautiful!"
Then he picks up the two knives that he has on the table. "I got two knives here. Biggie and smally." Then continues to attempt an Australian accent. "That's not a knife this is a knife!"
Chase takes the bigger of the two knives and is about to cut into the top of the pumpkin. "Right this is going to get really dangerous."
"What the fuck was that?" Chase wondered confused. He gets up and out of camera view goes to check it out. "Hello?"
The camera glitches and then it's nothing but black and green static and Anti makes a brief appearance on the right side of the camera. Where Chase grabbed the green bag from earlier.
Chase comes back and sits down. "That was weird. No one was there. Alright," Chase grabs a hold of the bigger knife and prepares to carve into the pumpkin.
"What you want gonna do is cut into. I'm sorry buddy. I'm going to have give you a name. Um, Gerald! I'm sorry Gerald. But what you want gonna do is cut into the top of Gerald's head. Oh god! This is very dangerous. Do not use a knife like this at home unless you're a trained professional." Chase stated holding the knife like he's about to stab something. "So, technically, I shouldn't be either. Just be very careful when you're doing this though."
Chase continues to cut around the top of Gerald's head until there's a nice pop sound. "You hear that? You want a nice pop sound when it comes off. That's how you know that you did it right. A smell that. Ah, it stinks! Well, of course, it stinks Chase! You have fully opened pumpkin in your room!" Chase grabs the bag and scraps and cuts off the end pieces of the top into the trash bag and then puts the lid back on the table.
"Oooh, the smell of this isn't making me feel well," Chase started putting a hand to his stomach. The camera glitched again, and when it came back to normal. "Oh, my god! My nose is bleeding!" Chase quickly left the room to fix his nosebleed. The camera glitched again and Anti makes another appearance but this time right where Chase once sat. Then disappeared.
Chase comes back into the room double checking that his nose is fine. "That was weird. I've never gotten random nose bleeds like that before. It seems to stop now. What a coincidental time of that happening on Halloween." Chase just laughs it off mostly trying to defuse the situation for his viewers at home.
"Okay now, where did I put that spoon?" Looking around Chase finds the spoon he's looking for on the floor and picks it up.
"Okay, now what you will need to do is, scoop up all the insides of the pumpkin. You're going to have to scrape and scrape until your arm gets raw. Can you hear that?" The camera mic picks up the scraping of the inside of the pumpkin. "I don't know if you can hear that. This the part about carving pumpkins that I hate. There's so much cleaning! I hate cleaning!" Chase continues to do this for a few more minutes. "Ah, now me arm’s getting tired. It looks even nastier!" Hold the pumpkin up for the camera to see the inside.
The camera glitches for a minute showing his shadow on the bedroom door and then disappears. "Oh god. Now, my eye is twitching." Chase says while grabbing his green trash bag. "Okay, um? How am I going to do this? I have not thought any of this through. Okay yeah, that's going to look good for the viewers. Looks like I'm doing my own pumpkin." Chase puts the bag into between his legs and turns Gerald over in his lap and starts shaking him up and down.
Chase then puts Gerald back on the table and scoops out the rest of the insides.
"So, there we go, pumpkins all c̕ļean͠ed o̧ut͟. So now that he's all cleaned out we're going to cut out his eyeball holes. So, I'm going to use the smaller knife." Showing the knife to the camera. "Because it's more interact. But be careful, I can cut ch'ya! So, please be careful."
Chase starts to go to cut the first eye hole out. "Don't be scared now Gerald. What did I tell ya before? It's like getting a hacksaw to your face!" Sad music starts to play. "I'm sorry buddy. I didn't mean to go overboard. But you know how I get around sharp objects. It's hard to turn the knife."
Chase struggles in trying to get the knife to cooperate. "Alright, I think it's coming along." Then the eye fell out onto the table. "And just like his eyeball came out." Chase then puts the eye part in the trash bag and goes to do the same with the other one.
"Stop resisting Gerald! It's time t͘o̶̡ ̸̀d͟͞͞i͘e̷!̶̡" The camera glitched there. "Why did I called you Gerald? Shoulda called you something like Pete. Pete the pumpkin. But no I like Gerald." When Chase finished cutting the eye, he pretends to sneeze and pokes the eye out the pumpkin. "Two eyes out!" Chase puts the other eye in the bag. Then sounds of stomping around his apartment started.
"I swear to god I'm hearing something." Chase goes up and checks out what could be making all that noise. The camera glitches again, and Anti makes another appearance this time much more solid and little longer as well. He seems to be showing us something. His eyes were completely blacked out.
Chase comes back after a few minutes.
"Maybe it's just the neighbors' kids I'm hearing. Sounds like stomping or banging. Maybe I'm just being paranoid because it's Halloween." Chase then goes to look for the spoon so he can continue to get Gerald ready for tonight. "Make sure you get all the stringy stuff behind the eyes because you don't want any danglers. You don't want him to look all rotten and decayed. If you want that just leave outside on the porch for a few days. Then he'll just do that on his own."
Chase then shows Gerald to the camera with clean eyes. "Alright now comes the mouth. That's going to be hard. I don't want to sharp jagged teeth that's not scary! Even though that's what I did last year." Chase then goes to cut the mouth out. Every now then he gives a little commentary, but not often. He needs to concentrate to get this right.
"Okay, that last one? Last one! Okay, did it work? Are your teeth going to come out? Yeeah boy! It worked yeah!" Chase then grabs a wipe and wipes off the marker of where he drew the lines for the mouth. He then puts all the pieces he cut out into the bag.
"Does your head still fit on?" Chase then goes and puts the top of Gerald's head on. "Yeah! He's a fully formed pumpkin!"
Chase then takes the top off and grabs the smaller knife. "Now what you're gonna have to do is some fine -"
The camera glitches green for a split second. Chase slowly put Gerald down and looks into the camera with a blank stare on his face. He slowly and shakingly brings the knife up to his throat and cuts across. Anti makes an appearance a couple of times before Chase falls flat on top of Gerald. The camera glitches again as if the footage is corrupted. Then it goes black.
Anti takes over Chase. The screen is completely black and Anti has his trademark neck wound, reaching out of the camera. Reaching for us. And laughing in our face.
"H̶ee͘h̕eeh̨eeeh́e͝e!̴ H̕iś b̴o̸d̴y͡͝͏ ̧̕̕wa͏s̀ ̸̀҉wèa̴̧͡k̶͡!͏̕ Y̸o͜u a͢ĺl͞ śái̛d͜ m̧y name kept me̶ alive. H͠a͢hahaH̸a̢͢h҉̛͝a̷͘h͘a͞. I͘ ̴͡à̛̀m͠ ̷̨her͏e̛ ҉n͝o̢͡ẁ̵. ́́́In̶s͝i͟d̡e̢ y̛̕o̵͢u̵͠͞!̵҉!̧͞ I҉͘t̛͏̧ 's͘͠ ͏͝a̷͝ll̕ ̡y̨o҉u͟r͟͠ fa͏̕u̢͞l̷t̴̷.̷ T͡oo lo͝n҉g.͞ Yo̴͝͠u l̛ì͟͞s̨t̵e͠ǹ ̴̨͜t̢o ͏me͢.̧ Y̸o͏͝u͠ ̕͢a͝ll̶̢͠ ͏͜m̨̛a̛͘dé͠ ͡͏t̶̢͝hí̶̕s̶͟ ͜͞há̕p̧p̷̨e̸̶͝n͜͝e̴̡͡d̨͡͞.̴͝ H͞a͟h̀a͏ha̛haha͞. Y̧ou͘ còu̡ld̸ '̢v͏e͏ s҉top͢ped̨ m̛e̷, but yo̧u ͢jus̡t̶ w͝a̵tc̡hed.͝" Anti eyes went from static green to completely black in a blink of an eye. Then back to normal. "A̡s̛ ̴̧t͘h̶̵í̡͏s̷ ̵̷́h͏́a̸̡͡p͠҉̕p̶ȩ͝n͞e͝͝d̛͟. N͠ow ̡hę'̕s ͡go̶n͜e. F̶̛̀O̷̢҉R͢͡E̴̴͟V̧̀E͟R̕͠͝!"
