Jacksepticeye And Egos (With My Oc, and the cover isn't permanent lol.)

Nightmare Of A Murderer

I opened my eyes, only to find myself staring into darkness.

I sat up, looking around me with a small frown. What was. .

My heart started pounding when I looked to find a chain on my arm. What happened? Did the others finally decide I was too dangerous to be around them? Did they finally get rid of the burden of their lives? Did they lock me up and hide away the key? To they leave me here to rot?

The endless reasons of why I could be here were flooding my mind, suffocating me.

Suddenly, I heard a giggle. It snapped me out of my thoughts, my heart pounded in my ears, and I made out a figure in the dark.

"D̶̡͈̥̈́͜͝į̶̛̪̖̗̱̪̬̯̝̌̊͗̓̌̚ͅḑ̶̩̩̦͎̜̺̰̥̣͕̱͍͍͈̎̃̈́́͘͠͠ ̶͈̣̖͚͎̗̬͍͇̭̜͎̂̔͋̇͑̀̐̿̽̏͠y̵̻̮̳͉̥̻͆̋͒̔̈͊̐͘͠͝͠ö̴̧̧̢̢̩̥̭̣̰͎̠͚͇̯̳̋̑̀͊u̵̮̥͍̫͚͚̜͓̞̳̥͓̿̇͛̾̽͒͜ ̶̨̺̹͘m̴̧͉̜̳͉͈͔̮̝͕͇̭̹̗̈̍́̽̅́́͘͘̕͝͝i̷̡̛͇̩̼̩͓͈̘͖̟̮͐͌̄͊͐̓̾̓͝s̵̡͈̥̮̞̱̼̺͓͑s̷̥̬̜͚̖̞͊̊͗́̓̀̎̒̚̚̚̕͜͝ ̸̤̣̝͌m̷̨̨̘͚̼̩̬̞͚̙̗̥͋̋̈̎͒ë̷̛̠̥̹̩́̌̀̈̑̀̍̂̈̓̕̕͠?̴̢̛̟̮̳͖̮͓͔̭̝̻̪͇̂͆̈́̌̒͋̾̏̔̕̕̕" a figure appeared but he was hidden in the dark.

It didn't take much for me to recognize that voice. The first time I heard it I was hidden behind a screen, slightly freaked out but safe under warm blankets.

I went rigid, frozen in fear. With my eyes shut tight and shoulders raised and tense, I could hear the footsteps creeping closer...and closer. I couldn't find my voice in order to scream or yell for help. I just sat there, waiting helplessly for the torture to come. The stories I had read online that people wrote, about him torturing you until you were just his mindless puppet. There were ones where he was nice, and just snappish. There's a lot of doubt that I would be so lucky to find him to be the latter, though.

Eventually I found my hands being ripped away from my face, a hand grabbed my face, forcing my eyes to open. I stared into the pitch black eyes of . . . . Anti. I clenched my teeth in order to keep myself from screaming or crying out or crying in general. The last thing I ever want to do is show weakness. . . but oh my god, this was so . .fucking scary. I wanted to cry , I wanted to hide, I wanted to stop existing. I felt like I was staring into death. I couldn't speak, couldn't move, didn't dare breathe

"Well hello there. We wouldn't want to miss out on a chat with a demon now would we?" He smirked, standing up from his crouched position. He grabbed my arm, jolting me out of my train of thoughts, pulling me back into painful reality.

He rolled his eyes as he unchained me from the wall. He dragged me to the door, and my flight or fight reflexes snapped into first gear.

I started to jolt my arm away from him, desperately trying to get away. I failed miserably, he had an iron grip. I struggled until eventually he snapped his head towards me and glared me down. I tried to glare back, but quickly froze up, looking away and shrinking under his suffocating glare. He simply grinned and threw me in front of him, shoving me into a room with a table and two chairs. One chair had straps on it, the other one didn't.

He shoved me into the chair with straps on it. I tried to break away from him horrified or the implication of being strapped to a chair. I could remember so many horror stories of people being tortured, held down and unable to do anything to stop the horrid pain. My efforts were weak compared to his strength and he shoved me back onto it Then he slowly, tauntingly walked over and sat down staring at me with a creepy, insane smile.

"I need you, well, more specifically I need what you are able to give." He began, his eyes shone with a mockery at my pathetic attempts to get free from the straps.