A soft whirring noise catches your attention, it sounds like a computer or a printer working. Eventually, the noise condenses into actual words; words that are coming from the living room next door. Jack's singing voice is soft and slow, chilling in its beauty.

'I've got no strings

To hold me down

To make me fret, or make me frown

I had strings

But now I'm free

There are no strings on me.'

You try to swallow the lump of fear that has formed in your throat, the singing is getting louder and clearer by the second.

'That's the only way to be

I want the world to know

Nothing ever worries me'

Now he is in the room with you, you can hear the metallic undertones to his movements, and the rippling glitch that follows his voice. You hold your breath and pray that he cannot hear you.

'I've got no strings

So I have fun

I'm not tied up to anyone

They've got strings

But you can see-'

Silence, eventually you decide to chance it and press your face against the crack of the wardrobe. A single, black eye is staring back at you. Anti glitches into a smile, and you feel your stomach drop to the floor.

'-There are no strings on me'

He rips the wooden door of its hinges and throws it to the back of the room, for a moment he just stands before you, breathing hard.

"What are you doing in there?"

You scream loudly and jump out of the wardrobe, trying to hit him with any part of your body. Arms, legs, fists, knees, he doesn't seem bothered by your attempts.

Anti tuts smugly and wraps two strong arms around your middle, lifting you entirely into the air so that your legs are uselessly kicking against nothing. "Is this making you feel better? I fucking love it when they fight."

He is grinning at you maniacally, and you decide that while Dark is cold and calculated, Anti is definitely more of a 'let's have a murder spree and giggle' kind of guy. You really don't have a preference at this point, but it is pretty obvious that Dark is 'classier', maybe he would have let you go if he had won the spar.

"Now, it's just you and me." Anti playfully whispers against your neck. "We can have so much fun together."

As if proving this point, Anti slams you against the wardrobe doors at a force that causes you to grunt in pain.

He glitches into another grin, and wraps his thumb and index finger around the dip of your wrists. If he wasn't a demon, this hold would've been easy to break from; but his inhuman strength keeps you bound despite your squirming.

Anti folds your arms above your head, and studies you shamelessly, his dark eyes travelling up and down your body.

You notice that the gash across his neck is deeper, and you catch the milky white of bone through the blood drenched opening.

How the hell is any of this happening?