’ I’m going to nail your feet to the floor so you don’t run away again! ’ -glitchinglust from my anti to host
“N-N-No, Anti, please,” the Host softly begged. His voice was quiet, it always was, and as fearful as it could get. His struggles just grew worse, hands blindly pushing against the demon. He didn’t have time to narrate where he was or what was going on. All that the Host knew was that he had to get out of here.
It was worth a shot, as much as it was risky. He began to speak in narration, but he was not describing the area around him. He was trying to narrate himself to a different place instead, which was harder than it seemed. Interruptions would make sure he didn’t go away, that he stayed right where he was. The thought of bleeding feet made him want to whimper. He just wanted to be safe again. ( @glitchinglust )
