Latch (Part 6 of ?)Ch. 6: Blood on Her Hands.
(Y//n) stood alone in the sand.
Anti was gone, and (she/he) was in an unfamiliar city all by themselves.
"Fuck.." was the only word (she/he) could articulate.
(Y/n) couldn't stay there any longer. There was no telling who could be wondering the beach, or even worse WHAT could be wondering the beach. The boardwalk was only a short jog away. The lights from the restaurants and shops gave (her/him) hope. (She/he) was dripping wet and had many heads turned in (her/his) direction.
"Okay, (Y/n), you just need to find a cab, or a map, or-" (She/he) spoke to themselves trying to calm down.
"She's not here!" Dark tossed a glass vase onto (Y/n)'s floor.
He had gone to (her/his) house in hopes of finding them only to find it completely empty. Mark could only sit back in his mind and watch as the tantrum continued.
"I-I don't think (she/he)'d be here if they knew we were coming.."
Dark regained his composure, and fixed his suit. "Very well. I guess
Anti's New Buddy Jack jumped as he heard a loud thud come from outside the house, his knee banging into his desk. "Ow, fuck!" He rubbed his sore knee, pausing the game he was playing. "Hey Anti? Mind going outside and seeing what just made that noise? I'm kinda in the middle of recording right now," Jack called from his recording room. "Fine! But if it's some nutjob and they try ta kill me I'm holding you responsible!" He heard Anti shout back. Jack chuckled before replying, "You'll be fine ya big baby! Besides, if it is some random lunatic you can just pull the spooky demon routine and scare them off." "Touche!"
Anti got up off the couch he had been sitting on in Jack's cinema room, brushing off some lint that had gotten onto his shirt. Today he had felt like wearing the outfit that the fans had come to associate him with since he had started showing up in Jack's videos,
Latch (Part 5 of ?)Ch. 5: Wade in the Water
“Sean!” (Y/n) yelled even louder.
A door closed, and then foot steps followed afterwards.
“(Y/n), are ye up?” Sean yelled.
“Yeah, where are you?”
Sean turned the corner to the living room. (She/he) quickly noticed the gash on his cheek. What ever happened in the dream happened in real life. (She/he) remembered hitting Anti in the face, but didn’t think it would effect Sean.
“What’s wrong?” He asked noticing her strange expression.
“Your face. You’re hurt.”
He felt his face. “Yeah, I woke up with it. Anti was probably up to no good.”
“No, no, no. Oh god, no.” (She/he) stood up and approached him. “This is my fault.”
“How is it yer fault?”
“Anti showed up in my dream last night..He threatened me and I got scared so I hit him and ran.”
“Taddle tale..” Anti’s voice echoed.
“I guess when I hit him my ring s