Antisepticeye and Bloody

by Bookiebook

When Jack and Anti move in with their new roommate, they find that she is, or rather they are, more than the two bargained for. Meet Emily, a character with a similar problem. No romance, just weird. Mild language. Yes, this is prewritten. I started writing long before I decided to share. I chose the name Emily because I like it, not because of "Emily Wants to Play".

10. Gaming

Bloody

I wandered awhile, but I kept tabs on how Emily was. I wanted to know if Sean could help. So I noticed when Emily calmed down, and even began to cheer up, occasionally flashing mild anger, frustration, and triumph. Curious, I walked back to the apartment, staying invisible. If Sean was succeeding in helping, I didn't want to interrupt.

But when I got there, I heard shouting. Sean was especially loud, but volume-wise, Emily was holding her own.

"Ha! Gotcha!" Emily yelled.

"Leggo of my foot!" Sean shouted back, his Irish accent prominent.

I found them in Sean's room, standing next to his desk and playing some sort of wrestling game. I could have interrupted, but I looked at Emily's face first.

I hadn't seen her genuinely smile in years.

I smiled myself as I watched her eventually get defeated in the game. She yelled, she swore, she got all worked up, but the smile was still there, hidden under her frustration. And I could feel the happiness coming from her. Something about the game, or Sean, or both, was making her happy. And in the end, that was what I wanted.

I walked into our room and sat on the bed, waiting. I didn't want to interrupt. She deserved a few minutes without me. I wonder if Sean got her to say anything. I hoped so, but I doubted it.

Emily came back soon, still smiling. She took one look at me and stopped, the smile fading.

"So," I said calmly, "what's for supper?"

Jack

Supper was lasagna. Emily turned out to be a good cook. She left her room a little shaken and told me on the way to the kitchen that she was craving lasagna. So she made some, and I partook of it.

We talked about this and that. Nothing important. Emily seemed slightly shaken, but otherwise okay. Bloody was behaving herself.

Anti was not.

He'd started acting up while I was playing with Emily, but that was mostly just mild stirrings. At the end of the meal, he starting pushing to get control. Something was scaring him, and when he was scared, he lashed out. I suddenly felt an intense, stabbing pain, right on the back of my head. The plate I was carrying crashed to the floor.

"Sean?" Emily said, concerned. I held on to the back of my head, trying to keep Anti off, but the pain was building steadily. I looked at Emily.

"Run," I said, right before I blacked out.