Nightmare

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{Narrator POV}


It was a dark and rainy night. The thunder boomed, the rain poured and hit the ground loudly. Dave however, did not care. He was standing at a porch, wearing a bright yellow raincoat. He crouched down, and lifted the doormat, revealing a key. He had made that key, he took the original key without the owner knowing, and made a copy of it. He slid the key into the lock, and unlocked the door. Opening it, he walked into the house and hung his wet coat on the coatrack. He proceeded to sit on the couch, and sighed, smiling as he laid his head back against the couch cushion. Now, you may be wondering whose house this was, and why he was in it. Well, it was Jack Kennedy's house. Dave snuck in often to see him sleep, or to use his shower, or just to hang out. Jack was annoyed by it, but found it cute that someone would break in just to spend time with him.


{Dave POV}


'I Guess Sportsy is asleep already. Makes sense, I guess. It is like 11:00 something..'

 I got up and walked to his room. I slowly opened his bedroom door, trying not to make a lot of noise. He was laying in his bed with the blankets halfway off, cuddling the bunny stuffed animal I got him for Christmas. 

 'Awww, he looks so cute.'

 I walked into the room, shutting the door behind me slowly. I walked over to his bed and crouched down. I looked at his sleeping face. 

'Heh, My Old Sport sure is a heavy sleeper. Wonder if he can hear me right now..'


{Narrator POV}


Dave started to stand up to go raid his kitchen for snacks when he heard a noise come from the small tangerine man.

"Oh Sportsy are you awa-"

He turned around to see Jack trembling and with tears in his eyes, but he was still asleep.

"Oh No, Old Sport, Wake Up!!"

Dave tried shaking Jack awake but it wouldn't work. He tried yelling his name. He tried playing loud noises. He tried to scare him awake. He tried an air horn. But... Nothing worked. Dave was crying, his head placed in his crossed arms on Jack's bed. He just wanted him to wake up. To just be okay.

"Jack...Please..."


{Jack POV}


I felt my head on the ground. I got up, and rubbed my eyes. I didn't see anything, so I rubbed my eyes again. Still only darkness. I decided to walk around. It was nothing but a dark void. It was pretty peaceful. Until... They started showing up.



The eyes.



The faces.

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