sxpticaemia – emptynarration

sxpticaemia:

@emptynarration

Anti stared at the Host for awhile. Just stared, seemingly in thought about something before he scooted the food a little closer. “Eat. It’ll make ye feel a lil’ better.” He finally said, retracting his hand from the food he scooted closer before humming lightly to himself. Host was never one to say much to him but, likewise could be said about Anti. But, then again, an opportunity like what had occurred early never showed itself before.

“If anythin’ drink the water.” He said, reaching to take the glass in his fingers and hand it to the Host expectantly.

Host weakly pushed himself up to sit, whimpering and wincing softly. It hurt, everything hurt. Especially his hands as he pushed himself up; hadn’t they been impaled? His memories of it all were a bit blurry.

“T-he Host- th-thanks you..”, Host said quietly, stuttering a bit, as he reached for the glass. It hurt just to hold the glass, but he had to drink something at the very least.

sxpticaemia:

emptynarration:

Host could barely think as he sat there, more or less limp, and let Anti clean him. He didn’t understand. He didn’t understand why Anti was here and helping him. He wanted something from him, didn’t he? He thought Anti had said something like it. Making him his puppet or something alike. He didn’t much care. He already was Dark’s puppet after all, so why would he be bothered if it changed to Anti?

Host could barely stand when Anti got him out of the tub. He was dizzy, and tired. Everything had been too much for him. He was glad Anti helped him though. If he hadn’t, then no one would’ve, until Host would’ve woken up and been able to get up himself. Narrate himself able to get to the doctor to help him. He was just glad he was getting bandaged. The cuts on his arms, the stabs. His eyes.

He was glad to be carried to bed again, even if he was still in pain. Quite a lot of pain. But it was numbing as he got used to it. Laying in bed was nice, and he was more than ready to just pass out. He couldn’t bring himself to speak still, instead finally falling asleep.

@emptynarration

Once the other fell into his deep slumber, Anti watched him for awhile. Just sat back in a chair and stared until he couldn’t stand to sit there any longer. Still and unmoving. It wasn’t something the Glitch was accustomed to. Not when he would much rather move around and do something productive. Like, see the how one of his puppets was doing this evening.

He would practically bounce up from the chair and move himself into the basement of the cabin. He closed the door behind him and amused himself with the puppet’s screams until the Host comes back into his senses.

It would be several hours until Anti returned to the bedroom that he had placed Host within. In his hands was a tray of food that might be appetizing for the other when he awoke. He would place the food to the side table before sitting himself back down in the chair and scooting it close to the bed’s side. Waiting.

Host slept the whole time Anti was gone. Pretty much dreamless, more passed out than sleeping, recovering from what had happened to him. He needed the rest badly, from his body needing to recover from the injuries, to his head needing to quiet down and recover from what he had to endure.

He woke up some time after Anti came back to him, sitting next to him. He made soft sounds of discomfort, shifting a little. He was in pain, and his head throbbed. Getting it banged against a wall left that feeling, he was very aware. His narrations were chunks at the moment, which didn’t help him much.

Host could barely think as he sat there, more or less limp, and let Anti clean him. He didn’t understand. He didn’t understand why Anti was here and helping him. He wanted something from him, didn’t he? He thought Anti had said something like it. Making him his puppet or something alike. He didn’t much care. He already was Dark’s puppet after all, so why would he be bothered if it changed to Anti?

Host could barely stand when Anti got him out of the tub. He was dizzy, and tired. Everything had been too much for him. He was glad Anti helped him though. If he hadn’t, then no one would’ve, until Host would’ve woken up and been able to get up himself. Narrate himself able to get to the doctor to help him. He was just glad he was getting bandaged. The cuts on his arms, the stabs. His eyes.

He was glad to be carried to bed again, even if he was still in pain. Quite a lot of pain. But it was numbing as he got used to it. Laying in bed was nice, and he was more than ready to just pass out. He couldn’t bring himself to speak still, instead finally falling asleep.

sxpticaemia:

emptynarration

The ground was cold, and Host laid in his own pool of blood. It dripped from deep cuts on his arms and chest, it dripped from his eyes and his hands -which had been stabbed through. He was covered in bruises, big and ugly. The back of his head was bloody, fitting to a bloody spot on the wall. He probably had one or two broken bones as well.

He was barely conscious when he heard Anti’s voice, and he wasn’t even sure if it was real. Maybe it was just a vision from another reality. He often confused what was real and what happened in another reality.

What he did know, was that he had been bad. That he had done bad, and that Dark had needed to punish him for it. And so here he was, bloody and broken, until he could get up again and get back to what he should be doing.

@emptynarration

Anti hummed as silence blanketed the space, not one single noise coming from the incapacitated Host. Reaching out, he gripped at the other’s chin and lifted it up so that he could get a better look at Host. He whistled as he noticed how the eyes had been stabbed through, the blood pouring at a steady pace from the gouges like bloodied tears.

“.D̶͉̺̟̍͝͝ä̵̧̻̚m̷̼̯͂̈́n̷͕͇̓̍͆.. I am assumin’ tis is D̸̰̟̔̎͛a̴̹̘̦͆͗͑r̴̭̻̀k̸̖̀̈́͜ĭ̵̪̳e̵͇͛̋͠’̵̪̬̼̿s̶̫͇͇̾ work, ain’t it?” He asked, moving the Host’s head about as he got a good look at the damage that was caused. “Good ting yer not human. Ye would have been long d̵̳̼̰͐̈̕e̶̺̘͈͐͘a̴̦̭̻̓̋d̶̢̈́͊̆ by now. Though, maybe its more unfortunate tat yer not one of those m̸̩̏e̵̛̻̓̈́a̷͇̓́t̵͕̤̀̂ ̷̤͈̈́̑s̵͈͑û̸̹͓͈i̴͔̝̍t̷̪̘̊s̸̨̛̗̳̅͒? Yer sufferin’ would have been over far sooner.” He commented, likely knowing he was talking more to himself. Host didn’t seem to be in any condition to answer him.

“Well, I guess I could get ye somewhere. Maybe I can get S̸̘͗̓͒c̴̹̃h̴̫̰͌̑n̵̔ͅẻ̴͐͜e̸̦̐̏p̴̬̖͊͋̔ ta do somethin’ for ye.” He mumbled, staring at the other for awhile as he truly contemplated whether he should do something nice for once. However, another part of him wondered if he could snatch the Host away from Dark’s hold and make him one of his puppets. Anti liked the latter far more as was evident by the sick grin that pursed on his lips as that thought crossed his mind. “Mm, not S̸̘͗̓͒c̴̹̃h̴̫̰͌̑n̵̔ͅẻ̴͐͜e̸̦̐̏p̴̬̖͊͋̔ . I can get ye feelin’ better!” He chuckled, reaching down to grab the battered and broken man in a bridal style hold. Adjusting his hold on the other so it was more comfortable, he would teleport the both of them in a flurry of glitches to his cabin in the middle of nowhere.

Upon appearing there, he would bring Host into the bathroom and undress him before placing him in the bath. Anti would work at scrubbing the caked on blood from the many wounds that littered Host’s body. In the meantime…

“Mind tellin’ me what caused D̷̪̰̠͐̏á̶̢͝ṙ̵͇̠͓̍͝k̷̙̪̝̇i̶̱̟̣̽̍̽e̸̳͈̿ ta do this to ya?”

Host winced quietly when Anti lifted his face. It was nothing new he didn’t have eyes, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. It was nothing new his eyes bled when he was under stress, or anything else causing strong emotions. It wasn’t anything new Dark loved to hurt Host’s eyes even further. He had taken his eyes, bleached them out as evident from the white skin on his face, and liked to pour in bleach once more. It was the worst kind of pain. Just as bad as being forced to drink liquid soap.

His breath got caught in his throat as Anti picked him up, pain flaring and coursing through him. From broken bones being moved, to dark ugly bruises being pressed on. The deep cuts and stabs were one of the least concerns Host could’ve had.

He winced and whimpered softly as Anti cleaned him. It hurt. It hurt enough that he couldn’t pass out like he would like to. But he couldn’t bring himself to answer Anti regardless.

sxpticaemia:

@emptynarration

The overwhelming scent of blood brought Anti into this rather peculiar place within the Ipliers’ household. He hadn’t seen anything like it during his last several visits but, he also never took the time to snoop about like he was now. No matter, the opportunity had presented itself and he had taken it.

He had sauntered through the rather burly door and down the several flights of stairs, coming upon the source of the overwhelming scent and the condition the other had found himself in. Anti would approach him, kneeling down to the wounded Ego’s level as he took in the Host’s broken and battered body. “O̴͚̫̅̚ẖ̸̡͆̑ ̸͎͖͌b̵̨̽o̸̠̒̀y̸̜͒͘, look at ya! Ye have definitely looked better, even with the b̵̦̗͒̐l̶̺̰̿̈́o̶͍̗͝o̷̮̊̚d̵̪́̈͜ī̷̞̑e̸̘̓̾d̷̟̈́͗ eye thing goin’ on. “

The ground was cold, and Host laid in his own pool of blood. It dripped from deep cuts on his arms and chest, it dripped from his eyes and his hands -which had been stabbed through. He was covered in bruises, big and ugly. The back of his head was bloody, fitting to a bloody spot on the wall. He probably had one or two broken bones as well.

He was barely conscious when he heard Anti’s voice, and he wasn’t even sure if it was real. Maybe it was just a vision from another reality. He often confused what was real and what happened in another reality.

What he did know, was that he had been bad. That he had done bad, and that Dark had needed to punish him for it. And so here he was, bloody and broken, until he could get up again and get back to what he should be doing.