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Self Preservation CH. 7: Broken Toys

Summary: Torture toys were, unfortunately, few and far between for Anti. He knew he was lucky to find one so interesting.

Content warnings: graphic depictions of torture i.e eye gore, cannibalism, body suspension

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A/N: There are a few things with this chapter that I want to mention: 1) This is a mega chapter. Its 6,000 words long. 2) PLEASE heed the content warnings. This is the most graphic chapter yet, and there are things in here that left me uncomfortable. Okay? I hope you still enjoy my evil ways! :)

JJ walked slightly behind Jackie, shaking. The halls were dark and silent. They had no direction this time, no static guiding them. Jackie seemed confident they'd find Marvin and escape, but JJ knew otherwise. Even if they could have found the way out, that monster would not let them leave. "Trying to find Marvin is going to kill us," he signed to himself. The sound of their footsteps echoing in the corridors was going to drive JJ insane. He needed to distract himself from the new nightmare he was about to be subject to. He swallowed the lump in his throat and started whistling.

Jackie flinched when JJ started whistling. It was a familiar tune by now, and though it was off key it didn't matter. The noise was a nice distraction. Jackie intensified his red glow, mind wandering. He hadn't thought that when he first met Henrik this is how their lives would end up.

Jackie heard an angry German accent as he walked passed the side street, then some very prominent threats. "Give me your wallet or I'll kill you!"

"You are not very creative, are you? I told you I do not have any money!" the German hissed.

A robbery. Jackie didn't care that he was in his street clothes; he ran to the scene. "Hey! No one is dying!" The robber was a young guy, possibly even a teenager. He was likely not much younger than Jackie. He was shaking and had wide eyes. He held a gun aimed at the older man whose back was to Jackie.

The teen aimed his gun at Jackie then froze, confused over something. "I-I'll kill you too! Get out of here!"

Jackie put his hands up, moving forward cautiously. "I'm not going to hurt you, kid. I don't want to hurt anyone. He said he doesn't have any money. Let him go." Jackie kept his voice low and calm.

"I know he's lying!" the kid screamed, gun shaking.

The German huffed. "Stupid kid!" The teen started pulling the trigger. "Scheisse!" The German went for the gun, but it fired. Jackie gasped, feeling the bullet tear through his gut.

"Fuck!" Jackie held his stomach, blood spilling through his fingers. The kid gasped and ran away with the gun, and the German ran to Jackie.

"I am a doctor, let me help!" He took a quick look at the blood pouring onto the pavement. "Will you let me take you to my home? It is closer than any hospital." Jackie flicked his eyes up to the man's face, shocked that it looked exactly like his. The German smiled wryly. "I will explain later! Let me help you now."

Jackie nodded. He didn't have a choice, did he? "Do whatever you have to, doctor."

After Jackie was stitched up and comfortable on the sofa, Henrik had properly introduced himself and explained why they had the same face. Doppelgangers existed after all. Jackie sighed and chewed on his lip. He really missed Henrik. He hoped they could get him back from Anti's corruption. He could still save his friends. He had to save his friends. He wouldn't be able to live knowing he failed them.

JJ heard Jackie take a deep breath as he continued to whistle. In any other situation, that would have been a sign of relaxation and contentedness. Jamie tugged on Jackie's sleeve. When Jackie turned towards Jamie he signed, "Can you see me?"

Jackie glowed a little brighter. "Yeah...what's up?" Jackie's speech was slow, like when he was particularly pensive.

JJ swallowed, the slight burn forever a reminder of how damaged he was. "That demon will not let us out of here. It has plans for us." He faltered, images of claws and sharp teeth invading his head. "It knows us just as well as we know ourselves. We cannot beat it." Jamie's hands shook as static tingled their skin.

There was a determined look in Jackie's eye. "We will. We have to. I won't let him win!"

Anti giggled as he glitched into the hallway, lights turning on. "You͏ ҉c͝a͏ǹ't͘ s̵ave͡ ąnyone̸, J͏a̡cki̷eboy҉ ͡Mąǹ,"́ he hissed. A deep scowl was on his face, and neon yellow eyes burned with seething hatred.

Jackie felt chills go down his spine. Those piercing yellow eyes were haunting in their abnormality. "What did you do?" Fear and anger gripped his chest, but he refused to let it show. His glow turned into a brighter, ladybug red and encircled his hands as he readied an energy blast.

"̢Not̴h͞i҉n̕g̷ you ͏ne̛e̵d ̧t̨o wo҉rry̕ a̧b̕ou̷t ҉jus͢t̛ ̢y̢et," Anti said through gritted teeth. He bared his teeth, blood residue still clinging to them. He noted his toy fleeing, and let him. He wouldn't make it out. Anti glitched within a few feet of Jackie, scowl on his face. "͜Y̕o̷u̶'re ͏w̷òŕthl͢ess, her͜o͜. ͞On̢ly̧ ҉p̸r͟ólo͞n̵g̀i͡ng͜ ͟t͡h͏e͟ ̢i̵nȩvita͢ble҉.͠..͞" His claws itched to slash through that irritating red suit. His blood would hardly show up on it.

Jackie could hear Marvin's voice in his head, telling him to wait. But Jackie had done enough waiting. He threw the energy blast that had been waiting, and it hit Anti square in his chest. The glitch stumbled and let out a growl that sounded like a broken VHS tape. A knife flew at Jackie and he jumped out of the way, nearly fast enough to look like a glitch himself. Jackie opened his palm and the light from the fluorescents flew into his hand. They were plunged them into darkness but for the bright orb in his hands, which he threw at Anti. Jackie watched his projectile graze Anti's arm as he glitched away, the glitch letting out a hiss. "Hope it burns, fucker."

Anti laughed bitterly, glitching behind the hero. He clawed into his back, Jackie let out a gasp before turning around to block another strike. He was stupid to take the only light they had, even if it was the most effective way to hurt the glitch. Anti could see him, but he couldn't see Anti. Jackie shoved then kicked Anti as hard as he could, coming into contact with the glitch's side. Anti moved silently, leaving Jackie like a sitting duck. He grinned, taking Jackie by the throat and slamming him against the wall. Jackie's head thudded on impact and he let out a deep groan. "͜Y̧o̕u may̵ ̶b͏e ̸super͘hu҉ma҉n but̵ y҉ou͢'̕r̴e̷.̵ St̸i҉ll̛. H͞ưman̷." He slammed Jackie's head into the wall again, before glitching him into an isolated room.

Disoriented by the concussion, Jackie couldn't focus enough to hurt Anti. He could only hear that damn twisted laugh before being left alone in a cold, dark room.

Anti glitched into the middle of a dark hallway, focusing in on his toy. He was still running, trying to find a way out. Anti could almost taste his delightful fear. His toy slowed and stopped; heart palpitating, tears falling. A lazy, wide grin split Anti's face as he ran his too-long tongue across his teeth. He'd waited a very long time for this day.

Jamie didn't need to hear the static to know the virus was suddenly standing in front of him in the dark. Feeling his corrupted aura was enough. JJ shook his head, shaky hands signing, "Leave me alone." His legs were too weak for him to run anymore.

Anti stepped within inches of his toy, staccato echoes of footsteps ringing. "͘Y͠o͢u'r͠e҉ mućh ͞t́o̴o fu̶ǹ f͟or͡ ̧that̷,"͏ he purred. Memories of Dapper tied down and screaming scratched under his skin. Anti gripped his toy's arm, glitching them into a small barren room, save for a few chairs and metal trays on stands, and something in the far corner Anti was saving for later. His toy was a shaking crying mess, unable to fight as he was tied to a heavy wooden chair. He gasped for breath, and Anti felt sparks go through him as he watched Dapper panic.

The monster ran his long tongue across his teeth, feeling giddiness spark his whole body. He twirled the knife in his hands. ͘"҉Wh͡er̷ę to s͡t͏a̕r͞t,͟ h̷m҉?" It hummed, then grinned. ͞"I w͜an̵t ͡to̸ ̷se҉e̵ ̸you̷r sc̀a̸rs,͝ Daṕp̨ęr̸.͜"͟ JJ shook his head, still crying. It felt like the beginning all over again. It tilted his head, contemplative. ̧"̷I th́ink yo҉u̴ ͘kņo̧w ̢t҉h̡àt'͞ş n͘ot ̴t͜he b̵egi͏nn̨i̸ng̶.͡" Jamie looked at the demon through watery eyes, seeing Sean. "͝J͟ac͝k̷," the monster reminded him through gritted teeth. "͢I t̢o͢l̶d̀ y̶o͘u ̀ţơ c̛a̛l̡l ͡m̢ȩ J҉a͏ck.̢" Its voice held a mangled Irish accent that was too heavy to be recognizable.

Jameson had successfully finished a film that day, and his friends took him to the bar to celebrate. He smiled. It was unwise of Jameson to expect anything more formal from them. Not to say he didn't enjoy himself; the bar was always fun. Enough drinks to black out, good music, and lovely women. However, this was a newly opened bar, with an unfamiliar atmosphere. Jameson stuck close to his friends, observing the other patrons rather than getting involved. It was crowded for a new bar, though he wouldn't complain. It wasn't polite to complain when one was being paid for.

He caught a glance of a figure on the other side of the room; a flash of pure green then nothing. Jameson frowned, wondering if the liquor was affecting him already. Perhaps it was merely a store sign from outside. It did seem oddly human, so it was likely the liquor. Jameson sat back in the booth, asking one of his friends to order him a glass of water. "Already? Come on, James, there is no way you're drunk! You've had two drinks!"

Jameson smiled wryly. "Mayhaps I am only tired. I prefer to not take the risk of a hangover either way." Two of the five of them were flushed with drink. He hoped no one would get in trouble with the law again. One of them ordered Jameson a glass of water, which eased his mind.

As he sipped the cooling drink, Jameson continued to spot green flashes around the room. He thought it curious that he did not feel faint or dizzy. No one else seemed to notice the green human-shaped flashes. "Interesting..." he murmured.

"What?" His friend shouted in his ear, much too loud. It made Jameson flinch. "It was nothing of importance," Jameson waved him off.

Another, more sober friend caught his attention. "We all are going to find women to dance with. Do you want to join us?" He'd seemed to notice how distracted Jameson was.

"I would prefer to stay here. I might take my leave early tonight. I'm quite tired." His mostly sober friend clapped him on the arm before joining everyone else to dance. Jameson sat alone in the booth, attempting to spot the green flashes again. He hadn't seen any for a few minutes. Perhaps the water was what he needed.

A spindly figure approached the booth, clearing their throat. Jameson had hoped they weren't interested in him. "Pardon me, but yeh look familiar." The strong Irish accent surprised Jameson, though not as much as the face. A complete look alike, save for the beard and piercing green eyes. His doppelganger smiled wide- it was one of the brightest smiles Jameson had seen in a while. "Do yeh mind?" He gestured to the seats. Jameson nodded, at a loss for words. The man sat opposite of Jameson and held out his hand. "Me name's Jack."

Jameson let out a huff of a laugh. "I'm Jameson Jackson."

JJ shifted in his binds and tried to regulate his breathing. He hated that memory. He'd been so inept. To think this monster was a friend. Foolish.

Anti smiled, shiny knife in hand. "Do y͘o͞u̢ r̕eme͡mb̀er w͠h̴a̶t҉ y̛ou so̧uņde̢d͠ ͡l͝i̴ķe, Dappe̡r?͠" He giggled and sauntered closer, placing the knife against the scar on his toy's neck. Dapper took a shaky breath, eyes sliding to the floor rather than Anti's neon yellow eyes. He scoffed. ̵"͟I͝ d͡id͟n'͝t͡ ̢th͜ink ͢so͜.̷"͘ He forced his toy to look at him again. ͏"̢I d͠o͘. ͟S̛ham̷e ͝you͘ ͡w̶er̢e so̶ án͠n̶oy̛i͝ng̢. ͏Yo̶u̸ŗ v͏o͜ic̨e ̛wàs͟ ́won̸d͠e͜r͏f͞u̸l.̵"̡̡ He grinned wide and shark-like.

JJ wished he could look away. Those neon yellow irises burned into his brain; he didn't need to look at this monster ever again. "Get away from me," JJ thought. He knew it could hear his thoughts. It always could.

It bellowed out a laugh- it was the closed thing to Sean's laugh that Jamie had heard in a long, long time. "Why͘ th̶e ̶fu͜c͞k ̡woul̸d ͘I ̀d̴o͞ ͘t͡hat̸? ͡Yo͟u̵'re͞ m͟y̶ toy҉, Dapp̧er̀.͜ ̀I̧ ͜ça͘n҉ d͟o҉ ̵w̸h͡ate̸v́e̵r t͘he̴ he͠ll͠ I̛ w͟a͏n̶t̸ ̡w͜i̴th y̛ou҉.̵"̀ The demon's voice still held that Irish accent Jamie had never heard before. It chuckled and turned away, headed for the metal trays.

"That's not your voice."

Anti stopped dead in his tracks, turning back around. He studied his toy, pensive. "͝No͝t ͞in ͘thi̴s̴ ͘body."̨ The thing fuzzed out like it was still settling into that borrowed skin. "De͞a͟r ol'̵ ̸J̨a̸ck ̛is m̵e ͟f͠a̷v͡o̡ri̷t͠e̸ ̀to̡ug̷h̶.̢" The yellow irises were fading, right eye pure black. Anti hummed, flipping the knife in its hands. "O̡u̧t̸ ͏of̶ everyth͜i̶ng ̵I͏'̧ve͡ li̵ved ̴t̀h̛roug͡h̵,̸ t͜h͝i͟s c͟ertainly i͏s͢ t͏h͝e͞ ͝m̢os̨t͠ ente͢r̵ta̵i͝ning.͢.̨."͝

Jamie let out a breath that could have been a whine. "Why...?" He couldn't form a full thought, fear and the sound of static getting in the way.

Anti giggled. "I ͏wa͞s ̧tire̢d ҉of̢ ͞s͡i̧tt̨in͠g ̷and̷ ͝doi̡ng͏ ̴not́hi͡ng͝.͡ I'̸d ̴b̴een͟ ͞q̸u͠ie̶t͝ f̵or҉ ̶f̧ar ͏to͢o ̴l͘o͝n̵g.͞ I n͏ee̸ded ̀e̡xcite̛m҉ent."̢ He paused, a scowl showing up on his face. He glitched like he was coming apart, body contorting in impossible ways. ́"̨S͟t͞uck ̴i͟ns̕id̵e ͢a b̶ody̢ I̸ ͜k̀new͜ w͝as mi̢n͞e!̷ ́He҉ ̡refu̷sed to͞ ̡gi͠v̶e̸ mè th҉e̡ ̨c̶o͞n͡t͘ro͏l͞ ̨I̵ de͏s̕e͝r̡ved͝!̸"͏ he shrieked. Faint, historic voices played inside Anti's head. A reminder of what he once was. His neck snapped to the side, the slit on his neck tearing open a little wider. Fresh blood started trickling down to his chest. ͡"́So̵ p̸o͜si͜tive ͏I ҉w̴as͠ d͢ro͠wning!͘ H̀e ̢w͠a͜s muŗd͏ȩr̀ing ̵me̸.͡ Yo̷u͡ ̕all͟ ͡we̕re̢!̛"͢ ̴ He growled, now neon green eye burning with hate as he brandished his knife. "̶I ͟nev̡er̷ a̢ske҉d҉ ͠f̵o̷r̛ ̸thìs!̵ ̡T̵hey fo̢r̕c͝ed͘ t͏h̸is ̕b̸o̧d̕y͞ on m͘e!̧" Memories of those voices kept swimming inside his head. Arrogant attitudes and anger when the thing they created betrayed them. The centuries of alternating between leaving hoards of bodies in his wake then going into hiding so they couldn't find him. He wasn't going back to their slavery. He let out a small cry of pain as he glitched hard enough to feel himself start turning inside out. He scoffed. ̸"̴Per͡f̕ect ̀op̢p̡osi̴ţe͞,"͡ ̕ he mocked. T̷hey ͏w̕a͞n͠t͘e͢d Jac͠k͠ ͝t͟o ͠k͝i҉ll̢ me̶.͡.҉ ͜ ̢ Anti growled again, static crackling through the air like fireworks. He turned his attention back to his toy, heterochromatic eyes flashing yellow, red, purple. Remnants of lives gone by. A deep snarl resided on his face as he pointed his knife at Dapper. ͝"͝I n̛ęe͘d̢e̵d ͞y͘ou.̷ ͞Y̢o̡uŕ ͜féar ̵m̀a͢d͠e ̵me ͟s̷t͏ro͝n͏g̕er. I co̕ưld̵ st͡ąrt̛ li̢vi͏n̡g҉ ҉aga̕in! ̕T͜ak͞i̴n͠g͡ ͡w̸h̕at̕ ẃa̶s r͏ightfu̡ll̢y͡ m͘in͘e̷."̴ ̛ The epileptic glitches made it nauseating to look at him.

The only sounds following the demon's rage were JJ's heavy breathing and the deafening sound of static. JJ didn't understand. How could have his brothers been killing this demon? What was it babbling on about? "Who is they?"

Anti hissed like he'd been burned, eyes flashing pure black with green irises. "͏Eve͡nt͠uál̡ b҉o̕di̴es̶,́" he growled. Anti gripped his knife, sharp teeth bared. "̵N͢oẃ. Let̢ ͟me͞ ̕s̴ee th̸e s̢car̸s ̨I ͟m̶a͞d̵ę."́ He twisted the knife in his hands, taking hold of JJ's collared shirt. He cut through the clothing carelessly, leaving scratches and gashes in his wake.

JJ gasped every time a new cut was made. Scars would form on top of scars. "You're a monster," he thought.

A small, stuttering sound that sounded like a scoff left the demon's slit throat. "́I've bee͟n͘ ̨calle͢d͝ worse͞.̡" Every word that left that twisted mouth; every sound that left that slit throat left a panic inside JJ he couldn't quell. Memories of kind words and blinding smiles twisted within memories of betrayal and fear.

Anti finished ripping his toy's shirt to nothing, exposing his heavily scarred torso. The cloth tatters settled around Dapper's wrists and arms like another restraint. Anti stepped back, sharp teeth poking through the smirk on his face. "̵E̕vȩry҉ ͡si̸ng̨l̡e ̴on̶e..͡.l̴ef͠t҉ b̷y m̴é.̶" He grinned, those lovely memories making him crave more. His fingers tightened around the handle of his blade. Those historic memories had quieted, replaced with all of the things Anti wanted to do to his toy.

JJ hung his head, watching his blood color his skin and soak into the hem of his pants. Tears welled then fell as Jamie held back from the sobs that wanted to escape. "Why won't you kill me?" he cried out in his thoughts.

Anti had turned back to the trays, taking something small from one and pocketing it. Jamie's heart beat faster. The glitch kicked the empty chair closer to his toy. There was a sudden lack of static, the utter silence suffocating. He situated the chair slightly adjacent to Dapper's and stayed quiet, admiring his toy's scars. Anti sat in the chair and reached out with his knife and collected a stream of blood on it, licking it off. "̛I̸'͡l͠l k͏il҉l yo̢u ẁhen̸ ̨I g̴et̶ bo͡re͠d́ ͢of ͠y̴ou͢.̴" He hummed, licking up the remnants of blood from his knife. The demon glitched, grinning wide as the slit on his neck. "̧I̕ ̢h̷a͝v͝e s͏om̕ȩ ̵ve̛ry ͏special t̸h̢in͝g̷ş p͝l̸ann̷ed for͘ y̵o̵ú.,̧ ́D͟a͞p͞per͟.҉"

Jamie's lips parted in what would have been a whimper. Anti took a needle and threat out of his pocket, a static-filled chuckle escaping. "I͡f́ yo̡ư're͏ sti̷l҉l͜ i͜t w͠o͡n't hur̕t ̢s̶o̷ ̧muc͟h."͘ JJ glanced at the needle, fear in his eyes. Anti laughed and forced his toy's head up and to the side. He stabbed the needle through the lower right corner of JJ's lips. His toy tried screaming, breath coming out in short gasps. "You͢ ̡st̷il͢l͘ f͠òŗg̸e͡t̸ y͠o͝u ͢c̷a͠n't͞ sp͢e͘ak҉,̸ ̸Da͠p̀p̴e͞r,̶"̴ Anti giggled, continuing to sew JJ's lips shut.

More tears fell as the needle tore holes in his skin and forced his lips shut. He didn't ask- he didn't care why this was happening. It wanted to. It saw JJ as its toy. That was all he needed to know. It was more than he wanted to know. The pain from the needle was sharp, and the holes the glitch made burned like fresh fire as the thread ran through them.

Anti was concentrating, silent as he recalled how to stitch from all his time in Schneeplestein's head. When he finished Anti cut the thread with his knife. The job was rough and messy, tiny blood trails settling between his toy's closed lips and down his chin. Anti smiled as he ran the tips of his fingers over the thread. "̨Mu͡t̛es ̴h̸a͘ve no r̶ea̡s͡ón to͞ ̕op͝en͜ th̛eir mo̕ut͘hs͠, do͢ ̶th̡ey̧?"҉ The demon's smile turned into a sadistic, mocking grin.

JJ hung his head as he sobbed. "Please, stop. You've taken enough from me." His hands twitched in their binds, wanting to sign.

Anti hummed and got up from his chair, tossing the needle aside. It landed somewhere close with a small dink noise. "̸No҉t ̢q̴ui҉te ͏y̴et I ͝hav̕eǹ'̧t.͜"͡ Jamie heard things being moved around on the metal trays."I͞ ̡h̀ave ͞a͞ ̶few̛ ̕ḿo̶re͡ ̡i̴de̕as,͡ ͘Dap͟p̀er.҉"̵ He heard the demon walk back to him. The chair creaked with his weight as he sat down. It started glitching with excitement, his laugh low and like a buffering video. JJ glanced at him, those heterochromatic eyes haunting. There was a black and silver tool in one of Anti's hands. JJ didn't want to know what it was for.

Anti stood, a sharp smile on his face. His body contorted in impossible ways. Excitement electrified his veins as he grabbed his toy's hair and tipped his head back. He flipped the melon baller like it was his knife, giggling. "̧Which̨ ̧one, ̀w̸h͜ich on̸e̡.̸.̡.̢"

JJ was stone still with terror. He knew what this demon was going to do. JJ pleaded in his head, begging Anti to not do it. The thing smirked. "̷I ͠t̷hi͜n͟k͠ ͟the l͜e͏f͡t̴ on͞e͝ ͡w͘il͜l͞ ͠b̵e ̕b̸ett̡er.͠"͘

JJ tried struggling and turning his head away, but it was no use. The monster forced his eye open and slowly started taking his toy's eye.

His body strained and he struggled. Nothing Anti had done before compared to this pain. Blood streamed down his face and squirted everywhere. JJ's eye started popping out of the socket as the pain consumed him, making him sick and dizzy.

Anti bit his lip, breaking the skin and drawing a few droplets of blood to the surface. He contained himself and kept a slow pace, enjoying the sight of his toy's eye falling out of its socket. Bright blue and stark white covered in shiny red. Anti felt his borrowed heart start pounding, his hands shaking. He'd waited years for this. Everything had gotten in his way.

Blood poured down half of JJ's face and soaked the thread in his lips. His vision was flashing red and black and white. He could barely breathe and tasted copper. His body was giving out, muscles spasming and limbs going limp. His good eye was blurry with tears.

More than halfway through, Anti became impatient. His eyes were pure black and his claws were out, with sharp teeth and saliva dripping down his chin and getting lost in his beard. He snapped the rest of the nerves, feeling a severe full-body spasm go through his toy. He gouged out the eye the rest of the way, placing it in his palm. The demon dripped pink-tinted saliva from his teeth as he stared at it. The outer layer was broken in a few places, oozing the fluid inside. It was so warm yet so cold. So perfect. Anti looked into the dead iris, lost to the world. His body was pulsing with excitement and hunger. The forgotten melon baller clattered to the floor.

JJ was breathing hard through his nose, body still spasming. He could feel how empty the socket was, and it felt indescribably wrong. He couldn't see. He didn't think he wanted to see at all anymore. "Take the other one!" He screamed in his head.

The thought startled Anti out of his trance. He frowned and wiped away the saliva on his face, smearing blood instead. "͟Ẁhy̵?̶"͜ He sat in the empty chair. "̷I̕ ̡d͡o̡ǹ't ͝wan̸t ́bo̵t̡h̸."̶ Anti's voice was thick with electronics and an Irish accent, pitch shifting wildly. JJ blinked some of the tears away and watched the demon. His own eye was sitting in that clawed hand. That sick smile and pitch black eyes tormented him. "Per̵f̧ect.̵..̧" Anti breathed. His toy was perfect.

Anti's eyes dropped to the eye in his palm, excitement buzzing. "W͜atc̶h ̵me͞.͠"͢ Dapper's other eye looked as dead as the one in his hand. Anti's long tongue poked out from between his teeth and lips as he brought the eye up to it, careful of his claws. The demon licked it, a pleasured shudder going through his body as elation glitched his body. He pressed the eye to his lips, heart pounding. Anti bit the eye in half, the fluid running over his lips. He moaned as the taste exploded in his mouth, closing his eyes and tipping his head back. His skin tingled as he chewed on the half. It was soft and slightly rubbery and smooth. The eye fluid had a particular taste that Anti couldn't describe but relished in. His body glitched, exposed slit throat spasming and a trickle of blood slowly running down to his chest. He swallowed, a breathy moan leaving his lips. There was a pause as he let the taste linger in his mouth, long tongue snaking out from between parted lips. His eyes fluttered open and he smirked, popping the other half into his mouth. Eyes had always been his favorite body part. Anti licked his hand clean of blood and eye fluids, tongue wrapping around his fingers and gliding up his claws.

JJ wished he could scream. Blood still ran down his face, new blood flowing over older, sticky blood. The sounds that left that creature were disgusting and torturous. If Jamie were naive he'd wonder how it could receive pleasure from such an act. His empty socket felt foreign and full of dull, throbbing pain. Anti let the pleasure and fading taste simmer for a few more moments. He ran his tongue across his teeth, staring at his toy's exposed skin. "W͞hy ̴dídn't̛ ͏I̵ ̶try ̕you soon̛er̨..̧.?͢" he mused.

Jamie shook his head, begging the demon to stop. Anti leaned forward in his chair, propping his head up in his hand. "͜Ýo̢u҉ ̢kǹo̡w̡ ̛t̡h͞at̸ yo̸u ̢ha͡v͝e̢ no say͢,̷ ̕D҉a͜pper. ̧I'm̵ in con̨t͠r͜ol͞."͜ The thing grinned, teeth stained red. "͡Nów,͏" it chuckled, "̷sh̀oul͢d I҉ ̀uşe m͢y t̵e̛eth͝ ͏or̨ ͏ḿy͞ k̛nif̧e?"̴

JJ started sobbing again. He wanted to die. He wanted to be blind so he'd never have to see this monster's face again. He wanted to be so mutilated that Jackie would mercy kill him. "Anything. I don't care."

Anti narrowed his eyes. His toy seemed to forget he could hear every passing thought. "̡Y͟o͘u ru̶in m͟y ͏f̡ưn wi͞th͠ ̵yo͝ur ̶si͝lly̸ ̀f̸uc͘k͢i̵n͟g ͝d̀esi͡r̶e̕s. I'̴m̡ ̴f͜or̕ce̛d ͟t͘o͠ g̵o͘ ͟s̀o͜f͏t ҉o̶n you͘," Anti sneered, a low ringing noise filling the space. There was a moment where everything was still, then an utterly feral sound left Anti as he lunged for JJ, teeth sinking into skin and tearing off a chunk of his arm. A harsh, long breath left Jamie as his lips fought to be free of the thread. His binds disappeared and JJ found himself on the ground, the sound of splitting wood in the background. Anti was on top of him, choking him. JJ didn't have the strength to fight back. "Fucki̡ng͘ ̶p̨a̷th͜e͟t̡ic ͢c͟r̡ea̛t̢u҉r͘e!̨" it screamed.

Jamie didn't have a choice but to look at the thing. His eyes were pure black except for the neon green irises, brighter than ever. His ears were pointed, and its mouth stretched wider than should have been possible, sharp teeth dripping with blood. Up this close, the neck wound was disgustingly deep, varying shades of red and brown and black, the last few drops of dead blood pooling into the torn skin. Jamie could feel the claws around his neck as he suffocated, creating new wounds. The demon snarled like a rabid animal, too-wide mouth in an awful twisted scowl. "I ̢c̸ou͜l̢d̵ l̡èa͠v̡e ͜y̸ou͢ ̶to r̢o͡t͏!" ́ His voice was too high; an ear-splitting shriek that made JJ feel like his ears were bleeding. ͠"Bu̷t̨ you ̛wan̷t m̸e̵ ͜t̨o!̷ A͡nd w̕hy̧ ̴sh̕o͜u͜ld̶ ̸I ͡do ̧àny͞t͘h̢iǹg͢ y̧o̡u want͏?͟ Y̵òu̵'r͢e m͞in͘e̢!̧"͟ Claws slashed through JJ's side, making him writhe. His own blood dripped off of those inhuman teeth onto his body. ̶"̡Yo̸u'̛r͜e̶ ̛w͢e͠ak!̛"̕ The thing's voice doubled over itself, bouncing off the walls and in Jamie's head.

JJ was shaking, unable to draw a breath as the monster's hand tightened its grip around his throat. His hands on the thing's wrists were the extent of his fighting. It leaned down, black and green eyes boring into JJ's singular blue eye. Those sharp teeth in his peripheral44d reminded Jamie of his past. "͢I ͡c̷òu̕ld le̛ave y͏ou h͟ere ҉to fu̡ck̢ing ble̢ed̶ ̷o҉ut over̢ an̨d̀ ̷ov҉ȩr ̀w͏hile ̕I ̨have ҉fun wit̷h ́y͡o̡ùŗ 'hero͜'," ̸it growled. Jamie's fear clogged his chest, and his hands fell from the monster's wrists. Jackie couldn't get hurt. Not because of him.

With a snap of his fingers and a shower of sparks, a knife appeared in Jamie's hand. He swung as hard as he could, catching Anti's shoulder and tearing through his shirt. Anti's hand disappeared from around his neck, his systems shocked. As Anti stood up, JJ's eyes locked onto the sliver of that old burn scar Marvin left years ago showed through the torn shirt. The burn scar that spanned his whole chest; ugly and deep.

A grin split Anti's bloodstained lips as a low giggle escaped. "̶Kée̢p͠i͏nǵ s͠e͜cr͘et͏s?͜"̶ He started emitting a low hum, green and black eyes wandering to the knife in his toy's hand. That was his knife. His toy had the power to summon it from somewhere else in the room. ̕"I'ļl ̧leaŕn ͜t҉h̴e͠m ͜all̕- ͝įn ͡ti͘me.͟" His smile widened as his focus drifted to the far left corner of the room. JJ wished that monstrous smile could be wiped away forever.

The soft thud of the monster's boots filled the silence of the room. Slow, unhurried, quiet. Jamie shifted onto his side, following it's gaze to a seemingly small piece of dim metal. JJ felt himself break inside as he started sobbing. Why couldn't this be over?

Static crackled through the air surrounding Anti as his smile relaxed into something lazy. His gaze wandered over to the abandoned tools for a moment, irritated his toy claimed to want to die. So many plans ruined. But not this one. "҉N̸o..͘.t͠h̕i̢s͢ ẃi͝ll ҉ne̸v͝er gįv̵e yo͏u you̧r ̨ŗelie͝f͘,"͘ he whispered. Static danced on Anti's skin as he stopped in front of the device, admiring the sharp tips and smooth metal. He took a breath, his excitement going to his head. He grabbed the ends and pulled them towards his toy, the old gears protesting in the pulley above.

Chains clinked and clattered as they moved through some sort of system. Jamie's heart stopped when he saw the devil walking towards him, pulling something with extraneously large ends. He knew now that if he went blind the only thing he'd see for the rest of his days would be who Jamie could only assume was the devil himself. It stopped close enough that JJ could only see it's black, scuffed boots in front of him. It knelt down, sharp smile seeming to have become sharper. "́Oh, ͝n̵o͘...̛I'̛m n̛ót th͜e̷ de̷vil̸,͜ D͡a̷pp̧er," it breathed, smile widening and eyes brightening. "T̸hȩy'̶re͝ ̵m̵u̶ch ̶w͡ors͡e̵ thąņ m̕e҉.̡"

It grabbed Jamie by his neck, forcing him up onto his weak legs. He tried to cower and run as he saw what was in the thing's opposite hand, dropping the stolen knife in his panic. Large, shiny hooks. Meat hooks, if Jamie wasn't mistaken. His arm was grabbed by the monster's other hand, claws cutting into the soft flesh. A feral growl left it. "You͢'re͢ ̛n̡ot ̕ǵo̢in̶g͠ ąny͘w̕h́er͘e̷."̸ It forced JJ closer to it- so close he could smell how foul the thing was. It tightened its grip on Jamie's neck until he couldn't breathe at all. JJ fought as hard as he could, but it was of no use. He felt himself weakening until he couldn't fight anymore. Silent sobs left him as he accepted his fate.

Anti chuckled, watching his toy's defiance die in front of him. He shoved his toy in front of the hooks, facing away from them. Anti took only a moment to admire the hooks again before stabbing one into his toy's right shoulder blade. Dapper spasmed and a long wheeze left him as the hand around his throat disappeared. Anti stabbed the second hook into Dapper's left shoulder blade, quiet as he shoved it deep enough. He adjusted the other side, working quickly before his toy could try running off again. When both hooks were deep enough, Anti took a moment to admire the blood running down his toy's back before ripping the remains of Dapper's shirt from his wrists. Anti took an ice pick from the trays and walked back over to the left corner, pulling on the chain.

JJ felt the hooks in his back tugging, then gasped as he felt the muscles in his back ripping open even more. He panicked when his feet started raising up, and he couldn't touch the floor. He would have gasped if he could, feeling his shoulders tear open more and blood run down his back as his whole weight was put on the hooks. Jamie stayed stock still, terrified that if he moved his whole back would come apart. He breathed in short bursts, his chest feeling like it had closed on itself. He tried to raise his arms to help himself but moving them only dug the hooks deeper into him, tearing farther into his muscle. Jamie sobbed with abandon, knowing he would die here.

Anti stabbed the ice pick into the wall, forcing the chain pulley to stop where it was- leaving Dapper hanging halfway to the ceiling. He ran his tongue across his teeth, letting out a low breathy moan as he circled his toy from below. "̶Your ne̷w̸ pu͜p͢p̵et s͠t͡ri͡n̨g̵s lơo͟k ͜g̸o̶o͘d͝ ǫń y҉ou." He smirked, tracing his claws down his arm. This body proved to be...reactive.

Anti chuckled as the low hum in the room became louder and resonated in JJ's bones. Static lined his wounds, pushing on wounds that tried to close. JJ fought his body's instinct to writhe with the pain, feeling the hooks tear farther into his muscles and skin. His mouth strained against the stitches holding it closed. His empty socket filled with static that was painful and meaningless. Jamie's world darkened and swam; objects doubling up and fizzing out of existence. JJ didn't understand how he wasn't dying.

Anti stood still as he watched his toy's body fight the pain. Anti's claws absently raked through the air as time warped around them. The first instance he'd warped time it was painful and taxing. His host hadn't been able to withstand the altered state of reality and collapsed into itself. This one could. Because unlike others, this body was his. This body was meant for him. That ungrateful shit who inhabited it before was an impostor. Sean never realized what this body could do. How powerful it is. How it hummed with energy meant for Anti. How Sean took that energy and made a fucking career out of what was never his! He was always meant to lose. He could not keep fighting in a body who's every particle rejected him. Anti scowled. That damned doctor had nearly gotten his way. Anti snarled below the sound of the hum. That near success was the only reason he kept Schneeplestein alive. His skill was too valuable to lose.

Time jerked to a halt, then seconds started ticking forward again. JJ breathed heavily through his nose, again forcing himself to go against his instinct to curl up on himself. Blood still dripped from his body. His head felt fuzzy from the pain. His...his back. Something wasn't right. The hooks weren't moving much anymore. It felt like the hooks had made a home in his body. JJ heard the thud of footsteps, seeing it stop a few feet from where he was hanging. The monster studied him like he was prey.

Anti smiled wide, giddy. The skin and muscles on his toy's back had fused onto the hooks, making sure he wouldn't go anywhere unless he was ripped off by someone else. He admired his work for a few moments, seeing how the skin clung to the hooks like they were meant to be there. He hummed, picking his knife up off of the ground. He glared at his toy as his thoughts moved to the last person in his way. "St͢ày̨ ̕p̵u̢t ̵wh͠i̢le͢ I̷ ͜k̀il̕l you̢r ̷h͜ér̕o,"́ it spat.

"What did you do?" JJ cried in his head. Nothing felt right. These wounds should not be on his body. He didn't understand how he knew that- it was an instinct embedded in his body.

"̴Yòųr҉ "h̶er̕o" ̵h͝a͟s̢n'͜t h͏a͜d ̷t͢ime t̶o ̢r̶un.͢"͏ Anti cleaned his knife on his torn shirt. His toy would understand. Eventually. Not that it mattered. That damned hero would still be dead.

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