#went with it

little bird

you are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only 17!

it needs improvements

Anti walks in the room, a glass bottle in hand.

Seeing Anti come in, Libby walks away, but Anti is definitely faster, and grabs her arm before she can make it three steps away. If she was smart, she would have run. But it’s too late now. Anti slams Libby down in a chair.

W̯̥̤͎̫h͍e̢̙̝̱͓̣̯̦r̨͖e͔ ̼d̜̩̱̰̩̩͘o ҉͎̺̻̯̱͉͖y̡͈͔̦̘̖̱o̜͍u̼̫̥̙̳̻͟ ̟͉̳͔t̙̪͞h̳̜̮i̘͓̰n͏k̵̲̫̘̪̥͔ͅ ̴y̪͞o̥͎͍̺̞̻̦͡u̬͎̼̙̱̗’̰͔̫͔r̶̙̼͉̼̠̗e̞̺ ͇͔͉g͏̬̰͙̟̭ơ̦̞͔̪i̗n͜g̠̯̺?̜̞̳͍̟ ̭̘N̡͍̯̭̲o̻̪̮̗͉.̹̖̳̞͔͚.̳̯.̗̯̗͍͝ Y̖̹͢ơ̲u̗̥̗̯͍̦ͅ ̣̺͚̲̪͡s͏͚̰̮̳̜̞̼t̺͇̩̰́a̵̟y҉̟̣̝͈ ̰͡h҉͚͈̺̗ͅẹ̳̤r̝̠̙͓̲̥̗̕e̤̱͇̙̻̼̜͞,͖͕ s̮̣̕t̢i͡l̮l̶͔̮̭͇̼̰.̧ ͖̙̬̗͠N͈O̵̦̥̣͕͙̩ ͕͕͖̟̜̤M̵̮̳͎̰̪A̗͍̦̬̳T̴͖͔̮̳̟̬ͅT̵E͉̦͡R҉̰͓̹ ̳ͅW̵̫͕̼̟̺̗H̙̹̼̮̜̙A̻̭T̨̩͕̣̩ ͇̤̼̰I̤̰͍ Ḏ̻͜O̴͙̘͔ͅ ̸Ṉ̴̤E̛̪̩̻̞̞̭̱X̲͎T҉̯͔.̭̤́

Anti carefully opens the bottle he had walked in with. He smells it. Smiling a sickly sweet smile, his black eyes gleaming with excitement.

This is probably one of my favorite ways to burn people. Because there aren’t even flames involved. Sulfuric acid, or, in more simple terms, battery acid.

Anti didn’t even wait for further warning to Libby, and started dripping the acid down her arm. A steady stream, deteriorating her skin. Libby’s screams filled the space withing the whole house. Anti smiled more, laughing as if the whole thing were the funniest occurrence in his entire existence.

A̰͈̠R̲̣̬̗̀E̩̹̫ ̴̹͍̹̖͔ͅY̖̱̞Ơ̞̤̣̙̺͕̳Ú̝͚̳͕̩ ̼̭̹͈̪̰S̯͡ͅT̛IL͙͚̲̼L ͏̮̮̹ͅŞ͎̱̱̞̤Ụ̦̥̠̰̝R̷E̲̲͖̤̫̲ ̱͓Y̗̰̺̮͎ͅO̭̼̦̼̳̼U̗̮̫̺͙ ͚̻̯̞̗R̥̝̙A̮̙͔̫̤T̢̻̬͕̪H͕̫̟E̴̫̻̱Ŕ̰̘͚ ̸̦̲̼̝M̩͈͚͖͖̺̘͜E͎̟̦̬̕ ̺̩̩̬̙̲͇͟K̫̫Į̗̬̬̙L͇̭̗̯̻̳͝Ḽ̡̮̘̜̫ ̴͚̱̲̖͖Y̟͈̝̹͍͎ͅO̗̘͉U̡̯̣ ҉̩T̜H̵̟͉Ạ̡͉͕̥̺͈N͏̝͇ ̬̩̫̝̘̻ͅD̷̘̩A̴̫̬̳̝R͕̩̺̭̠̙ͅK͏͚̭?̣̫ ̜͓̮̞͓

The floor pooled with acid and the girls arm was left red with small cuts from the acid. Anti, knowing that the acid, even concentrated, wouldn’t tear off chunks of flesh, he moved the stream of acid to her head. The screams became louder. The acid burned away at the hair, dripped down to her shirt and pants. More than likey she was terrified of getting anything in her eyes. Who could blame her really?

Anti was gone at this point. He was so excited that it looked as if he had two of himself. The voices were spread so thin that Libby didn’t know if they were in her head or everywhere around her.

D̼̳̺͇͇͍̤Ǫ̻̲̝͔̻̝̥ ̷̠̞͖̻̟͉̳Y̳͇͎̣͠ͅỌ̢U̴ ̣͚̺̜W̯̺͖A̵̞̟͇̞̳̠ͅN̟̟̘T̫̠ ̹̗M̫O̲͔͈̫̦R̦̥̯̻͡E͈͓͙͈̫?͖̖̠̜̮

Libby had started crying. The burning more intense with no neutralisation.

I͚̭͞ ͍͔̫͈̞̀su͚͇p̢̖̰͕̤̞ͅp̗̪͚̖̤͇͠o̶s̢͕͙̙͎̗e̳͕̱̭̣͉̰ ͕̟̕y̯̘͢o̶̥͍̩͓u ̝d̬͠o̙!̯̥̱͖

Anti took out a knife, dull but shining - even in the dark - and was about to slice through Libby’s skin. But Anti’s smile was cut short when the door opened and he saw the girl walk in quickly.

“the fuck are you doing?” the girl asked. Anti said nothing just stood there, watching the girl walk to Libby and check what Anti had done.

“you’re going to - at top speed might i add, make a bath of baking soda and water to get rid of all this acid.”

A̸w̕ww,̵ ̨co͞ḿe҉ ͟òn͢,̶ ҉she̶ ̸w͞a͏ś ̸a̷şki҉ng҉ f̷o͠r ̢m̴e ̶t̡o ̧k̢i͏l̕l h̨e͜r,͘ ́I̕ w͘as҉ havįn҉g ̧f̛un͜!̨

The girl only had to give one look of expectation to Anti for him to comply.