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Yellow Roses: Friendship, Welcome Back, New beginnings, Joy, and Delight

They hated him, all of them did. It wasn’t like he blamed them, after all he did horrible things to them and had been planning to do even worse things in the future. They could force themselves to tolerate him and be polite all they wanted, but he could feel the hate radiating off of them and for that reason Anti chose to stay in his room. His ceiling was littered with small holes where he’d thrown his knife, seeing how deep he could get it and then how long it took for it to fall, at one point he’d gotten it into a stud he guessed because he had to get up and pull the stupid thing out! He wasn’t sure how long he’d been in there for the day, he typically waited till the others were out, asleep, or otherwise preoccupied before leaving his room but today it was almost as if time didn’t exist until a knocking on his door disturbed him.

 “What do you want?” He called, his first thought being that it was Jack, there to force him out and try to make friends.

 “I’ve got something for you.” The glitch perked up at the sound of [Y/N], a friend of the Spetics that came over fairly often… He remembered planning to try and use them against the others at one point. He thought about it for a moment before slowly getting up and unlocking his door, opening it just enough to peak out to see what it was that they had, disappointed to find that they were hiding it behind their back. “Thought you might try to peak, will you let me in?” There was a long pause.

 “Are you sure you want to?” They seemed to be alone, the others always made sure they weren’t alone with him. They didn’t trust him, they thought he’d turn on them any second, that he would just up and attack them…

 “Yes, I would like to give you what I got you, but if you prefer, I could just hand it to you through the door like this?” They offered, shifting slightly, trying to find a more comfortable way to hold the item behind their back.

 Anti glanced behind them and sighed before he opened the door enough to let them in, a familiar snap back hat disappearing behind a corner not escaping his sight before he closed the door again, once [Y/N] slipped in. The others would probably never trust him, his shoulders slumped as he stared at the closed door for a moment, was this just his life now? Being stuck in this room, the only visitors being Jack and apparently [Y/N]?

 “There. I think they look good there.” [Y/N]’s voice broke Anti’s inner dialogue, he’d almost forgotten they were there honestly… Perhaps he was alone too often. He looked at them for only a second though as his eyes were drawn to the bright flowers in a vase that had been set on his bed side table.

 “These are for me?” He asked, walking over to the table and carefully reaching up to touch the soft petals. He hadn’t gotten a gift before, not that it should come as a surprise after all who would give the villain a gift?

 “No, they’re for Robbie.” Their voice held a light sarcasm as they shook their head. “Of course, they’re for you. Jack said you’d been staying in your room all day and well…” They took a quick look around. “Seeing as you haven’t really decorated, I thought you might want something to uh to brighten it up a bit. I’m sure you get tired looking at the plain walls and… Ceiling…” Okay, they weren’t about to address the holes they just saw. That was an easy fix hopefully, last thing they needed was Henrik getting mad about the “house being destroyed”.

 “I…” Anti choked on his words… No, he wasn’t about to cry in front of them. He wasn’t about to let them see him be weak like that. After all the isolation, after all the names they called him and all the distrust he hadn’t let any of the others see his hurt. He wasn’t about to break down because of some damn yellow roses.

 “You want to know what they stand for? The flowers I mean?” [Y/N] asked, no response. “Yellow roses stand for new beginnings and friendship. You may not have been the best person in the past and maybe you still come off as harsh and rude but… You’re trying. I’m sure in time the others will warm up to you, but for now, for what it’s worth.” They sighed before smiling over to Anti even though his eyes remained glued onto the flowers. “I trust that you’ve changed, and I’d like to be your friend.”

 His shoulders began to shake, no… He didn’t want to break… He wasn’t going to start crying because of this. A sniffle escaped him, and he cursed himself. They didn’t say anything, but he could feel them get closer, he spun around to face them. This had to be some sort of cruel joke, soon the others would burst in and laugh at him for crying and for believing that someone actually wanted to be his friend. But as his glassy eyes searched [Y/N]’s face and eyes he saw nothing but genuine concern, there wasn’t a single trace of a lie. Damn it. He gulped, trying to get a handle on himself as he slowly, carefully reached over and put his hand on their shoulder. As if he was questioning if they were really there, that this wasn’t some sort of illusion or dream. But once he felt they were solid he quickly pulled them into him, wrapping his arms around them tightly and burying his face in the crook of their neck, letting small sobs escape finally.

 “Anti? Hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” [Y/N] asked, wrapping their arms around him as well.

“N-no, you didn… you didn’t do anything wrong its just tha- that. This is the nicest… nicest thing anyone’s every done for me and… Thank you, [Y/N]. For being here for being my friend.” It all began to spill from him as he tried to pull them as close to him as possible without hurting them.

 “You’re welcome, Anti.” They couldn’t help but smile as they held the crying glitch demon, knowing that his tears were ones of happiness. It took him a few moments but Anti eventually calmed down, pulling away from [Y/N] and wiping the tears off his cheeks.

 “I um… Sorry for getting your shirt wet.” He said, a genuine smile forming on his face and they returned it.

 “Eh, it’ll dry. What do you say we just chill for a little while and maybe later we can go shopping for some more decorations for your room? You seriously need some posters, my friend.” They said, looking around the room again with a light laugh.

 “Maybe, I think I’m fine with the one for now.”

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Hello everyone! Here’s my first story that I’m posting on here, on my own blog at least. I’ll post some more like this later, with different colored roses and different egos! I meant for this one to be shorter, but it just kinda became super long... Oops! I always love feed back if you have any, other than that I hope you enjoy reading what I write! :3 

Hey guys! Updated I think 3 chapters since last time I posted it here? Still really low on reads with no feedback lol if yall could maybe repost this or share it? Idk.

(I wanted to write something for the longest time. It might not be any good but imma try)

There You were. Meeting Jacksepticeye It Pax. The Jacksepticeye. You talked to jack About yourself but it was as if he wasn't listening. It was more like he Was distracted by something else. He would nod And chuckle. But sooner or later You two said you goodbyes Then walked off. You spent most of you day at pax Looking at the cosplayers. The Boothes. You Saw a group of Kids dressed as Wilford , Dark and Anti. You smile to yourself.. You headed to your apartment. It was a peaceful night. It wasn't to windy or cold. There were stars in the sky. It was almost As if Everything was perfect. Well almost everything. You couldn't Help but feel watched, You just walking past the park till you heard a puddle splash. Like someone stepped in it. This made you feel uneasy and walked faster. You look behind you to see Someone standing Five feet away from you. You notice Something shining in the figures hand. You started to run Looking back You see it wasn't there. You bump into a large mass making you fall. He you a giggle? It doesn't sound like a regular laugh though. It was disorded And sounded creepy enough to send chills up your spin. You look up and see a man. His skin was green same with His eyes. He watches you smirking fiddleing with the shining object in his hand. You realized it was a knife. You Remember him from anywhere. How was he real. You though he was just a character. He finally speaks his voice glutched out more then last time. " h̛e̸҉̕lĺ̵o ̢͢͝l͢͡a̴̸͘s̶s~͢"