Take a picture it’ll last longer. Danti
Trigger warnings for torture, blood, and physical violence
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Prompt: “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”
Quivering muscles and green blood bubbling through slightly parted lips. Anti’s head bobbed and his breaths came fast and quick as he fought to stay conscious through the pain. Fought to wiggle feeling back into hands and wrists that were suspended above his head. Fought to keep eyes open and his gaze focused as Dark bent over him, slipping two fingers beneath his chin and wrenching it up.
“Do you know why you’re here?” He asked softly, his tone just shy of tender.
Anti glanced around. They were nowhere; black crowded in on them from all sides, and every word echoed back, slow and drawn out to a ridiculous length.
“Maybe I just missed your pretty smile,” he drawled, a smirk curling at his bloodied lips.
Dark’s lips twitched once. “Take a picture,” he said, waving a hand, “it’ll last longer. No, you’re here because you dared to come back. You dared to touch what wasn’t yours.”
*Wilford.* Anti snapped his head up, hissed at the pain it brought. “This is about Wilford,” he rasped, his form beginning to glitch, to jerk back and forth. Then, he began to laugh, a hoarse, static-laced cackle that quickly turned to a heaving cough. “Y-you-ou-ou think he-he belo-o-ongs to you!”
Dark snarled, and in an instant a blade appeared in his hand and he slammed it into Anti’s shoulder, twisting it viciously. “I saved him!” He cried, his voice ringing out through the void. “I made him who he is today. Wilford Warfstache is mine, and if you so much as look at him again-” he yanked the knife out, admired Anti’s blood along the blade, glittering in the non-light- “I’ll do so, so much worse than torture you.”
