That guy with the split personality. (Sequel) ON HOLD~

Intruder Alert! (Chappy 5)

BEN'S POV:
The morning sun peers gently through the window onto the bed. I stir slightly and my eyes flutter open slowly catching a glimpse of the bright light causing me temporary blindness.

I look up to see Jeff still sleeping soundly, his mouth wide open as he drools, ew. I scrunch my nose up and detangle myself from his sleeping figure and trudge towards the bathroom scratching my head and letting out a deep yet long yawn.

Stopping in front of the sink I turn on the warm water and bend down washing my face, then reaching for the towel to pad it try. As I stand back up I see a red and black blur dash past, behind me through the mirror. Soft evil chuckles illuminating the air. Whispers in my head telling me "stay away". My heart beat quickens as I jump and turn around holding my toothbrush up in a defensive position. Seeing nothing I shake my head and turn back around squeezing toothpaste onto my brush and start brushing my teeth, as I'm rinsing my mouth I see yet another blackish red blur in the mirror.

"Jeff?" I say curiously, turning around expecting him to be standing there. He wasn't. Soft foot steps quickly shuffle across the room.

"J-Jeff? This isn't funny.." My hands begin to shake as I slowly step towards the door and peer out of the door frame seeing Jeff's chest rise and fall as he still sleeps soundly eye mask on and earplugs in. What the hell?

Backing up against the sink I grab the first thing I can get my hands on, Jeff's knife, perfect. Holding it close to my chest I look around the bathroom suspiciously. To say I'm scared right now is an understatement, frightened to death would be the correct term. What is happening? Maybe I'm just going crazy? And it's all in my head, yeah! That's got to be it. Maybe I have schizophrenia and it's just an illusion created in my head making me feel scared? Maybe Im high, at home with slendy again and this is just me tripping major balls? It could be a dream? Nah. Come on ben, be realistic.

Seeing blurry images of people in your bathroom isn't exactly normal. But then again, what even is normal? Nothing is normal in our world, we are basically a freak show. After almost believing my stupid theory, I see a shadow behind the shower curtain as it moves

"Who the fuck is in here? I have a knife, I'll cut you up! I know how, Jeff taught me!" I yell holding the knife up in front of me as I cautiously step closer towards the curtain. Grabbing the edge with my free hand, I count to three in my head and then quickly rip the curtain back seeing nothing but an open window with a slight breeze coming through. I roll my eyes and reach forward closing it also sitting the knife on the window sill.

"Ahem." A deep dark demonic voice interrupts. I jump standing up at attention, still as I possibly can be as I feel the mystery guests hot steamy breath on my neck. I gulp nervously making no attempt to turn around.

"W-Who are y-you?" My voice breaks into a stutter as my nerves start to take over.

"That's not important." His voice was hoarse and dark. Almost like a serial killer, was he one of us?

"What do you want?" Tears prick my eyes. Without warning the stranger forcefully grabs my arm making me wince as he throws my hard against the wall. Nope.. Not one of us! I hit it with a thud, a large crack sound invading my ears as my shoulder pops out of place and I slide down the wall pain taking over. The man storms over to me quickly pulling out a blood stained machete pointing it at my throat, his breathing rapid and heavy. His face hidden behind his hood, but I did manage to see some scars around his eyes, or what I think are his eyes.

"W-why are you d-doing... This?...." I choke. He clenches his fist presses the machete harder against my throat piercing the skin slightly, blood trickling down my neck and dripping onto the mat. Tears slip down my cheek as I sit here holding my dislocated shoulder thinking I'm about to lose my life, that this is the end and I'll never get to see Jeff again.

"STAY. AWAY. FROM. JEFF!" He bends down and growls scarily in my ear leaving me with goosebumps on my skin. His voice so cold it could kill. So remorseless and evil. He just reaks of death. He mentioned Jeff! What the hell is going on? How does he know Jeff!?

"How do you---"

"I will kill you. STAY. AWAY. Don't make me come back again" his deep voice instructs putting his machete away before he disappears in a puff of black smoke. I sigh and close my eyes tightly laying their groaning in pain. I place one hand on my opposite arm and the other on my deformed shoulder blade carefully but firm.

"1 .... 2 .... 3 .... " I quickly jerk my arm forward and scream in agony as the horrifying cracking sound tells me my shoulder is back in place. I decide to lay here for a while and collect myself, I can't tell Jeff about this! He'll think I'm crazy or possibly go on a rampage..

Besides, some things are better left unsaid. Right?

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I'm so so sorry everyone!
I have been super super busy, I still am super busy. But, today I actually had a free day and decided to write again. I'll try write more often! I promise

I hope this can make up for it? :( was this a good chapter? I felt it was shit :c but I had a bit of a blank

I love you guys! xxx