I'm Becoming SepticeyeSam! (DISCONTINUED)

Two

Jack's p.o.v.
I woke up in a pool of my own sweat.
'What the hell happened?!' I screamed in my head. I shook my head to get rid of the feeling, and went downstairs to eat breakfast. I made myself some toast and coffee. I sat down and chewed trying to remember the dream I had, but I just couldn't, my mind was a blank slate. I finished my breakfast and washed my dirty dishes.
"What to play?" I wondered out loud. I stood there and thought for a couple of minutes. Suddenly I got a great idea. I ran upstairs and jumped into my computer chair and rolled the chair over to my computer desk. I looked over a Sam and my dream came flooding back to me. I started to cry because I was really scared. I quickly scrolled through my Skype contacts until I found Mark, and Skyped him knowing he could help me because he's dealt with this stuff before.

Mark's p.o.v.
*ding*
I looked over at my computer. The screen flashed with a Skype message. I dropped whatever I was doing and walked over to my computer. I sat down in my spinning chair and looked at the message. It was from Jack. I clicked on the message.
Jack: Can we talk?
Mark: Yeah sure. What's wrong?
Jack: Darksepticeye.
I read the message and immediately called him. A crying Jack appeared on the screen. Jack never cries unless he's playing an emotional game or something is seriously wrong.
"Oh my god Jack, what's wrong?" I asked worried as shit.
Jack looked at the screen the down at something that I could see at the corner of the screen. It was Sam, his little septiceye that a fan made for him.
"Jack?"
Jack looks up at me. "Can I come stay with you in L.A. for a little?" he asked desperately. I nodded and we end the call. I already knew when Jack was coming. He was going to catch the first flight to L.A.