Tortured//Antisepticeye x reader

Your pov
I woke up sweating 'what the hell was that dream? No, nightmare' I decided to not think about it and just forget all of this, I got up and took a cold shower to wake up, when I got out I wrapped a towel around my body and one around my hair, I got dressed with (F/c) skinny jeans, and (F/c) crop top, I dried my hair and did my make up.

"(Y/n)!!! Breakfast is ready!!!" My mom yelled

But I didn't replied, I just decided to not eat breakfast and think of the dream 'that was way too real' then a voice in my head spoke

"tͧͤͤͦ́h̶͎̼̖̮̉ͨ͜i̯͔͍̖̍̓s̸̶̢̀͆̌̀ ̵̢͇̪̫͘͠w̿ͪ̈̚a̵͎̽ͧ̀͢s̸̷̛̼̱̳̰̓ͯͧ̅͜ṇ̙͎͏̴͘'̛͓͈̤̾̔t̵̛̙̮̍̽́ͧ ̴̉̿̀̎ǎ̶̧̋ͩ͒͢ ̸̢̙͈̝͗̄͢d̼̿̈̌ŕ̶̡̙̠̯̦̊ͨͨ̕e̜͆̋ͩ͢a͙̼ͮͩm̸̧͔̿͜ ̨̍͋̍̔m͈ͨ͟͡y̷̷̜͌̆ ͉͊̽ͯ̃ḑ̦͔̯͛͜͜҉ḛ̵ͯ͌҉̕á̴̶̾́͞r̢͔ͨ͝,͇̓͊͜ ̿ͫ̑ͦ͘i͓̝̮͗͒ͯt͕̫ͬ ̗̝ẅ͎͇̦ͪ̏͊́á̖͔͝ͅs͖̜͓͈ͫ̃͐̽̕͠ ̗̞̀̀͠҉1̡̬̀̎́ͅ0̳̓̄͗͝͏̀0̵͙̮̞ͫ́͘͞%̰͕̼̯ͬͧͭ̓͏ ̛ͮ̂̀r̢̛̼e̼̿͐́͡aͮͧ͋̈́l̖ͬ͌͆ͫ"

" What the hell??" I said loud enough for my mom to hear me and fell backwards

"(Y/n) who are you talking to are you ok?" My mom asked

"Yes Mom I'm fine" I yelled back looked forward with wide eyes ' what the fuck?'

"c͈͡҉̢ȕ̊͡͏͞r̷̦͎͔ͧ̉̔̀̚s̪̭̉ę̤̬̫͑̆͒͢҉̢ ̸̹͝ơ̡̡̰͆̋͒͋̕n̨̡̩̱͔͢͞e̡̍̀͢ ̷̹̦̖̪ͩ͑̕m̸̹͖̀ͅo͕̿͌̿ͧ͡r̩̜̙̔͑͏̡e̶̗͙̦ͤ̽͒̊͜ ͎̲̣̗̋t͍͉̩̬͂͛̔͆͝҉̶͏i̛̤̹͋m̤̞͎ͧ͆ͥ͡e͇̜̮ ̧̛̦͎̓͢҉ļ̪̲̿͌̈̓ȧ̅͡ş̥͉̳̩ͫ͛͆ͬ́̕s̴̨͇̣̐̿ ͯ́a̲̼ͧn̶̤ͮ̉d̜̔ͣ͞͏̧ ̢ͪ̔͟͡͡I̶̬̖̲̎̀͠'̸̡͑͠ĺ̷͖͙̤́̕l̨̟̠͖͐ ̻̠̫̖ͮ͑ͭ̿sͥ͒̉͌͢ḩ̧̤̥̓̓́͡o̴̢̥͔̟ẅ̦͇́̂̄͢͟͡͡ ̴̣̱̍͗ͤͩ͜͞y̶̡̾o̊̉u̔̐̿̿ ̝͘͜w̶̬͕͈͏̴̷h̶̢̠̣͕ͩͧaͦͪ̀͘͜t̢͇̹̱̔ͨ̍̽ͅ ̸̧̩͇̾̂͠͡ṯ̸͚̘̎ǫ̵̵̮̅ͩ͛͞ŗ̯̘̜̎ͅt̼͏u̮ŗ͆͑̍̀͡e̡̻̗̮ͮͣ̀͟ ̥͓̼̽̔ͅ͏̶̀͢m̦̭̓͜ẹ͓̳a̡͙͓̕͞n̪͚̫ͨ̋̉͋s̯" he said in my mind again

'who are you?' I asked thought in my mind

"y̰̗̝o̦͕͓ͣ̎ͯ́́͘u͎͍ ̨͚̩̎̋͋ã͙̮̲̓ͤl̸͍̄̽̓ͤͅͅl̬̟͋̅̉̌͠ ̵̷̥̱͈̊̐͋͜r̨͕̊̀ę̮̽͘͢͝a̭̗̟͗҉̨͞d̡̨̗ͦ̀ý̅̕͜͝҉ ̢̟͉̉̽ͅ͏̴f̭̹̳̱͐̋͡҉͞ò͂ͣ͑r͖g̸̨̖̥̟̉͑̈̀o̸͇͍̗̓̕ť̨͋͛̅͢ ̵̶͓͕̺̍͢m̴̢̱̬̰̃̒́e̴̎́̕͡?̝̗͍̻̾҉̢͘͜ ̺ͥ͛̏̓nͭ҉̴͟͝ô̸̲̔ͬ̾ ̷̛̃̎ͭ́f̷̢ͯ͟u̦̮͐̃̓n͈̬̳̤͌̏͗" he said again

'Antisepticeye?? No you are not real you are only made up from the community' I said

"ǩ̡̛͔̀́̕e̘̅͂ͥe̴̴̸̟̭̯ͣ͗p̡̪͇̰ͫ̇͐͢͜ ͚̯͒̃̀̃͏̷̡̢s̛̈́ͮ͡a̧͔̥̖͚͐͋ͪ͑̀̀͟y͍͓̟ͥͬ͊į̸̘͙̪̞͆̊̂ͬ͞ṋ̷̛͎̥̂̈͏̷g̸̶̶̕ ͔͂ͪ̀̿͡͠͡t̨̮͇̥̯͞͞ḫ͇͕͢͞a͕̗̝ͩ͒̀̂͞҉̡̛t̷̷̺͂͛̐̾ ̺͈̈́t̶̢̨̩̥͔͋̆̔ó̧͍͍̮̣̅́͋͟͡ ̭̣̔̽ýơ̷̶̦̲̑̀̄͠ư̷̶̢̱̻̜̔ͅr̷̗̜s̲̣̩̹͐̀ͨ͝ĕ̷̘̱̼l͏f̛͚̲ͧ͊͂͞ ͖ͅ҉̶a̴̦̘͉̠n̶̰̲̺̆͜ͅd͚͙̜̹̽͊͒̃͏͢͡ ̅̓ͪ͒͞ÿ̨̖̤͖͍̆̋̔͟ỏ̵̩͓̜ͩ̓̃ṵ̜͚̫̿ ͫ̾͏͘ṃ̞ͮi̦̩͍͛g͓̭͓̙̅͌̾͏͘͘h͋̉ͦ҉̨҉̡ṭ̯͈̾͢͏ ̩͈̥ͯ̀͑bẽ̴̡̮͔͍̌͞l͇̦̈́i̴̴̷͇̳̗͇͗͒͌͞e̦̜̪̅ͨv̛͕̬͓̈́̍̿͝ė̷̡̆̀̇͟͞ ̵̯̘́͡͝i̛̫̠ͦͩt̃͠" he chuckled

'but... How?' I asked

"l̯ͥ̀͢a̧̱͓ͭ͐ͩ͆̕͝ͅͅs̶̮͘͟t̮͇̺ͯ͏̸̴͡ ̷̵̭̖̳͚ͤ̎ͭ͜͡nͦ͋͝ĩ̷͉͒̓̋g̴̩̜͜h͕̰̓ͅt̓́s̢̏͊ͨ͢͞ ̧̣̼͇̤d̶̪̫̺̹͜͝͠r̾̾́̚͏́͝ế͢ḁ̧͙̄ͤͩ̈͏̢́m͈̯̦͎ͫ̅͟,̗͙͉̉̏̀ ̛̼̱̺̫҉̸n̨͚̠͂ͭ͂o̷͟ŵ̵̜̫̲͑͛̾͟ͅ ̶̴̣̊ͭͫ͝gͩ͟o̗͚̬̒̅ͨ͞͞͠͝ ̴̨ͪ̾͆d̶͙̠̭͕͗̈̅o̴͗̐ẇ̸̝̜̺n̟̥̼̹ͧ̈ͥ͜s͎̗̘͒̒t̻̖͙̍̿a̛̹͟͜͝i̧͓͆̈ŗ͈͙̒̈́ͮ̏̕͜͢s̴̸͖̻̝̒͐͏ ̸̪̝͙̲͏̸͠a̛̻̥̹̕n͌͒d̷̴̮͓̩̙̒̎̃͜ ͎ͩě̸̫͈͇͖̕͢a͔͇͇͒ͧͭ͝t̫̹̫̄̉̀̕ ̸̵̴̨̠̔ͨͬ́b̡̺͙͈ͮͫ́̀̕e̅͢͠f̳ͬo̱͙̎ͦ̉̓ͅȑ̤̥̲͖ͭ̇̈́͟͞ĕ͕̲̈́̓̏͏̴̴̀ ̦̣̘̲ͭͮ҉̷͝I̧͔̬ͨͨͫ͠ ̻̤̘̅̇d̳͍ǫ̷̴̧̻̪̌ ̵͔͍͚̋ͯ̽̕s̸̢̨̃̔̆ͮ͠o̶̻͢m̷̩̙̬̯ͪͬͦ̚ẻ̗̻̕͝ț̯̔ͧ͆̈́h̛̫̆͊͏̷i̷̸͈̮n̶͖̈̐͢͡͠g̵̅ͪ̀́ ̵̬͙͘̕b̡̼ͯͫ͛͛a̷̢̢͜d̩̫"