The Neobit Terrors

Whats wrong with me?

I felt stuck in my own body and I felt like I was being controlled. I walked to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and I stabbed Baz in the chest... I laughed about it... I was trying to free myself, but I was like a puppet on strings.

I woke up from that, then ran to the room where Baz slept, in fear, but he was no longer there. I went into the kitchen and I saw Baz there. He was up making himself a cup of tea.

"You had another nightmare?"

"Yes..." I can't tell him what I did... but... did I do it? Was that truly me?

"You might be paranoid"

"Maybe..." I was shaking more than I realised. Then I heard laughing.

How is he and I different? I mean, you literally took me out. I was SO excited for us, and then you just had to take me out for no DAMN REASON, AT ALL!

"But, you were just an edit... how could you be real?" I started to back up in fear.

You're just the puppet here anyway

Baz called out to me. "Ryan? You're hallucinating! He's not re-"

The thing grabbed onto my neck and I couldn't breathe. The sensation from the dream started to kick in.

Baz tried to free me but had no luck.

"Baz... run! He'll start attacking... you."

"I CAN'T LEAVE YOU BEHIND!"

"Baz... you don't... understand... Run!"

He ignored me but who could blame him? The sensation fully kicked in and I dropped down.

"Five... months..."

"Ryan?"

"Five months since I've had this freedom... five months I've been locked away... five months for my pure anger to grow!"

"Five months... five months... WAIT! Are you talking about your 200k subscriber video?"

He stood up and looked Baz in the eyes. Baz noticed the white eyes. He still did not run in fear. In fact, it was the opposite. He stood there, in rage... but I could see he was scared. I could see perfectly that he wanted to make me feel protected. He looked the thing directly in the eyes.

"So, it's you who has been making Ryan paranoid... and over a stupid video at that!"

"No fear? I could kill you right now." he grabbed a knife and pointed it at Baz. Baz was shocked for a second, but didn't take the threat. He forced the knife out of its hand and grabbed it, pointing it back at him. It looked at the counter beside us and saw no extra knives. Baz kicked it down and held the knife at it, hoping that he didn't hurt me as well.

"Give me back my friend, or else."

"This is boring anyways."

I gained back control. Baz lowered the knife and helped me up.

"That was... weird..." I held my hand on my head.

"Agreed. Sorry if I scared ya."

I hugged him. He made me feel safe. But he wasn't.

You can't force out the memory of the dream you had, Ryan. You're so close. You can't trust yourself.

He's right, even if Baz could stop him, I couldn't. I took his hands off me.

"It's probably best... if you go home."

"For him, yes. For you, no. You're my friend, mate"

"But-"

"I'll stay until he's done torturing you."

The feeling of being watched... just, suddenly vanished. He was planning something... something big.