THESE CHAPTERS ARE MOSTLY PRE-WRITTEN UNLESS THERE ARE CERTAIN THINGS THAT AREN'T RIGHT.

Just wanted to say that :3 Now, Into the writing.

Previously,

Anti's POV:

Have I finally got control… at last?

It feels amazing.

That trying… all that trying was worth it.

Even my clothing's on me this time around… but it won't last long.

Now, where's the dear?

Sean, are you going to tell me?

Your POV:

I continue to hum along to a song stuck in my head as I make the kitchen a bit more tidy. Well, it was rather tidy anyway, but what am I supposed to do?

"[Y/N]?" I hear Sean call out. He sounds a bit off, is he alright?

"Hmm? What is it, Sean?" I reply.

"Oh, [Y/N], have you already forgotten me, dear?" He tells me. 'Dear' was what gave him away. Anti? How the hell did he get here?

"Anti?!" I exclaim. He chuckles. How the fuck is he here?! I stand there paralyzed almost, thinking about how the fuck do I get out of this situation. Window? No… Damnit!

"You remember me now, don't you." I could hear his footprints coming closer. As I turn to the direction of the sound, I stare in shock. It really was him; the eyes, the clothes, the tattoo, everything.

"How… what…? I thought you were fake…" I mutter as he takes even more steps towards me. I want to run, but I can't. He smirks at me, and laughs.

"Fake? I'm nothing but real, dear." He comes up to me to lift my chin with two fingers. I force my chin downwards, taking a step back from the freak.

"I'm not your dear. Where. Is. Sean." I growled. He looked down at me, with his sinister-like smile, his green irises giving off a soft glow. I felt fear, but I looked him straight in his black eyes. I couldn't show fear, it's a sign of slight surrender.

"He's alright. You know, you shouldn't trust him as much as you do." He whispers. He puts his hands on my shoulders, and I just stare.

"I'm looking out for you, dear - after all, I love you, and he doesn't understand that I can feel this. Stupid bastard." He kisses my forehead, and turns to walk away. He makes me so mad I… I…!

"Anti, give me Sean back NOW." I yell at him. He comes back into the kitchen. I walk backwards from him, and he walks closer. I grab a knife from the kitchen top.

"Stay back!" I yell. He just chuckles in a deep voice as if he were enjoying this. He takes multiple steps towards me, and I try to stand my ground.

"He's a liar, a thief and a fraud. Do you still like him better?" He whispers into my ear. He takes the knife from my hands and I take a step back which brings right against the window. Just then, I heard the door open. Is that Mark? Shit, shit, Who cares?! Just fucking shout to him!

"MARK!" I yell. I hear a rushing of footsteps and Mark sees the situation. Anti turns around, and grabs hold of my arm, pulling me in front of him. Great, am I some kind of hostage?!

"Ack-!" I force out as he grabs both of my arms in such a way so I couldn't move. Anti makes a string of the black goo around my neck, burning me if I move.

"Ss…. Aahh!" I shout in pain.

"Why, hello Mark." He says calmly.

"Let her go you freak." He shouts towards him.

"My, my. Mark, have you asked Dark to have a bit of a say in this?" He asks. Dark? Okay, guys, this isn't halloween...

"It doesn't matter, he's not here right now." He spits. "Now, let go of her." Anti laughs, and turns down to me. I try to escape his grasp, but just get burnt.

"Aahhh… Fricking…!" I let out. Mark gives me a look of worry.

"This is such an overused cliche. Save the 'Take me instead of her!' bullshit, okay. Just to let you know, your story has no antagonist, it'd be such a waste to not have one." Anti hissed.

"The fuck do you mean?" Mark spits. Anti just laughs.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. Just because I'm nice-"

"You're far from nice." Mark interrupted Anti, but once Mark was done Anti continued.

"-I have decided be your antagonist, it's the last role left. [Y/N], dear, you wouldn't want Sean or Mark to see anything… Inappropriate?" He explained as he whispers in a deep voice. I want to move, but I can't. He's actually incredibly strong.

"Graah… Let go of me!" I shout. He just smiles at my anger. He whispers in my ear once again

"A-a-ah, dear, don't you remember negative emotions get me going?" He says.

"Release. Her. NOW!" He takes a knife and throws it at Anti. Instead, he moves to his right to dodge it.

"Oh, you know, you asked for it. Sorry dear, blame Mark for tempting me." He moves aside my head, and places his lips on my neck, sucking on it slightly. I try to move my head but I can't, and subconsciously look at Mark with a distressed look. Mark stared in shock for a second at Anti. Mark grabs a garlic clove and throws it at Anti…

Did he really just do that?!

Well, it made him stop. Anti and I just stare at him.

"... Mark. What. The. FUCK." I tell him.

"Sorry, I really did wonder if he was a vampire."

"Mark, are you shitting me." Anti hisses.

"GET DISTRACTED, MOTHER FUCKER." Mark yells. He grabs a knife from one of the drawers and throws it at Anti again. Anti moves his head too late, and gets the knife to run deep into his cheek.

"God FUCKING damnit!" Anti yells. Mark runs at Anti. Anti starts to leak the harmful black goo from his fingertips, firing it in a straight line at Mark - which hits him in the shoulder, causing a gash in his arm.

"Mark!" I yell, and I try to run to him but Anti holds me back. Who cares if I fucking get burnt, damnit! I move as much as I can until the goo unraveled (Ignoring the pain), and and I attempt to make a run to Mark but he grabs hold of my arm.

"Oh no, dear, you aren't leaving." He growls. Mark ignores the cut for now, and uses the wooden end of the knife to knock his hand off of my arm, and it works. Mark pushes against Anti using his right arm which isn't injured, and pushes him against the wall.

"[Y/N], run! I'll handle it." His skin became paler, and his eyes were black with red pupils. His clothing even changed. Is this some kind of be-emo-for-a-day bullshit?! He turns back to me.
"YOUR INJURY-" I try to say.

"RUN!" He yells, as Anti manages to force him off, giving off a black aura. You could tell this wasn't going to end pretty if I still stayed. I dash off out of the living room and I run into Sean's bedroom, locking the door. Great. You locked yourself in his room. Well, it wasn't necessarily his room. I look around, frantic, trying to find a place to hide just in case the room was broken into. Bed? No. Closet? Too obvious. In one of the corners, there was a pillar with a bookshelf (which contained anything but books) pressed against it. There's a gap I can just about fit in which is concealed by the bookshelf. I run over and slide myself in, trying to breathe in and out. He could have done worse, I tell myself. I hear the door being bursted open. I try to stay as still as possible.

"Oh, [Y/N]? I'm not up for playing hide and seek with you, dear." He chirped. No matter what, I was going to stay silent. I hear footsteps, and I hear Mark's voice. He didn't sound alright, and I know that he isn't.

"You aren't going after her." Mark growled. He grabbed hold of Anti's green shirt, and then Anti kicks him off, but then holds his head in pain. What?

"Damnit…! I'll be back, [Y/N]!" He yells to me. His clothes were flickering to Sean's clothing, and Mark put him down, turning back to his old self. In Anti's exact spot was Sean. Anti had just changed into Sean? And Mark has some kind of make-up thing? Hah, jokes aside…

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!

I stand there, wide-mouthed. Either this is part of a dream, or that Sean and Mark have some kind of different 'person' in them. Even then it sounds crazy.

"[Y/N], Mark..." Sean's voice was trembling. He stared at his hands, and then clenches his fist and hits it against his own forehead. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! Shouldn't have come back home, should have gone somewhere else!" He muttered to himself as I came out of hiding completely. Mark put his hand on his shoulder, whilst his other hand is on his own cut in his shoulder.

"Don't beat yourself up over it, it's not your fault he exists as a separate entity, alright?" He tried to comfort him, even though the wound probably makes him feel even more guilty. I walk up to both of them and hug Sean and Mark. They weren't really expecting it, I can tell. I had to release them both quickly, because I realise I may be contributing to Mark's pain.

"Do we take you to the hospital-" Sean tried to ask Mark.
"No. Don't." Mark interrupted Sean. "I'm fine."
"No you aren't, Mark-" I tried to say, but I was also interrupted by Mark.
"Yes, I am." Mark stated.
"I'll get some bandages-" Sean explained.
"No-" Mark tried to interrupt him, but Sean just kept going.
"And I'm not accepting no!" Sean walks off to get some bandages, and Mark tries to stop him, but he can't. I hold onto his wound for now, as I speak to him.

"I'm so sorry to both of you." I muttered. All I heard were noises of confusion, so I continued, "About being here. Anti wouldn't be acting up if I weren't here."
"[Y/N], don't blame this on yourself. You never knew this would happen." Mark tried to explain, but I interrupt him.
"I probably wouldn't have, but that doesn't mean it isn't my fault. You're fucking injured!" I yell, but not too loud. "I should have just let you come here on your own-" As I tried to speak, he just hugged me.
"Stop blaming yourself. Sean was always like that, Anti was just sparked at the new company."
"Explain the fucking burn!" I yell.

"It's not your fault at all, [Y/N]." Sean explains as he comes into the room with bandages and some other stuff. "It's mine. I knew he was going to take over, I just thought I could stop it and I came back here."
"It's nobody's fault! This damn wound is just a consequence of a fight, god damnit!" Mark shouted. He then sighed. "Sorry, I had to just say it."
"It's alright." I sighed. I let go of his wound, and let Sean do the bandage.
"I'll… have to go for a walk. See you two around." I said, and I didn't allow them to have any say. I was a grown woman. I walked out of the room waving, and went to get my phone, headphones and hoodie. I put on a song that I loved, and threw on my hoodie as I exit the house. Great.

This is going to be fan-fucking-tastic, I can already sense this holiday's going to be FAAANNTASSTICC.

Ahem, sarcasm if not obvious.

Just to let you know, I had to edit a lot. This is partially not pre-written, and the next chapter will have to be mostly written now. Had to tell you guys!