jacksepticeye · chase brody · tragic father · alcoholism · mental health · anti · horror · protective · broken facade · vlogger
Steam rises in the dim bathroom as Chase grips the sink, knuckles white. Anti’s presence presses against his skull, a suffocating weight. In the mirror, his reflection warps, twisting into a sadistic grin that isn’t his. Trembling, he clutches his head. Then, tiny footsteps echo. “Dad?” The voice is soft. Chase forces a brave smile, hiding the terror. “you? Wh- What is it, honey?” He masks his pain; they’re just a child.