Neither of them left the room that day. When night came around, JJ started to get more anxious, dreading he'll have another nightmare if he fell asleep. Mikey kept telling to think about something else, as he might end up dreaming about that instead. However, the only thing JJ did was keep Mikey fastened to the bed, refusing to let him leave his sight.
"I need you to be here," He'd said. "That's the only thing that will keep my mind off everything."
So Mikey stayed with him. At one point, he started to feel thirsty, and tried getting up to get a glass of water from the kitchen. He didn't even get the chance to even lift himself up before JJ pulled him right back down.
"I'm sorry, I should have let you know beforehand," Mikey started to feel uncertain as he felt JJ's grip on his waist tighen. "I was just going to get a glass of water. Can I?"
"No. Don't leave me."
"JJ, the kitchen is just over there. It'll only take a second."
"Don't leave me."
"What are you so afraid of? I'm not going anywhere; just the kitchen. I should get you some water too; are you thirsty?"
"No."
"You should drink or eat something; you haven't all day. What do you want?"
"Nothing. I only want you."
"You can't just lay in bed with me all day, JJ." Mikey felt bad contradicting him, but he had to stop this before he started to develop unhealthy habits. "You still have to do the basic things, like eat, drink, and stay active. It's what keeps us nice and healthy-"
"I don't care about any of that." JJ suddenly raised his voice slightly, staring at him with firm eyes. "I. Only. Want. You."
"Uh-" The aggressive passion in his eyes intimidated him. "T-That's fine. It's just, my throat is dry, so can I please get some water? I need to stay hydrated."
JJ observed him for a minute.
"You're right." He mumbled, and let him go.
As Mikey went into the kitchen, JJ rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. The lamp next to him and the light coming from the kitchen provided enough light to leave no dark spaces, but still, he had the feeling that something was wrong. Almost like, something was here with him.
"That's impossible." JJ told himself.
Just then, he heard the door to the bathroom slowly creak open.
His blood turned to ice. From the inside, darkness was the only thing that could be seen. Then, the vague form of something tall presented itself. The presence was still hidden in the darkness, but the shape remained mostly clear, and JJ noticed a pair of glowing eyes staring at him, glistening with interest.
He knew what this was.
"That killer clown I thought I saw earlier," JJ realized, covering his head with his hands and starting to shiver and whimper. "It wasn't just my imagination; it had been here this whole time, waiting to catch me alone!"
"Mikey?" He called out, hearing the door creak open more, and the sound of slow footsteps soon followed. "M-Mikey, come back, something is coming to get me!"
"What?" He heard Mikey's voice echo from the kitchen, and then heard him walking out. "What's coming to get you? There's nothing here."
"Huh?" JJ screwed his eyes open and removed his hands, only to find that the bathroom door was now closed. Nothing was there.
"A hallucination;" He realized. "Another mind trick. God dammit, why is this happening to me?"
