Egotober 2024 Fanfics

Day 10: Virus

Ego: Antisepticeye

The glitch giggled as he leaned against the table and slowly straightened up. As he did, he watched as the fresh blood from his neck pooled down.

'Drip drip drip' he growled in between manic giggles. It had taken a month, but he had finally done it.

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Jacksepticeye had been happily filming a Halloween video, where he'd been carving a pumpkin. But every now and again, he had been hearing things: creaking, footsteps that sounded like they were in the walls. And then, a few minutes later again, he heard another set of footsteps. Except, this time they were outside his room.

'I swear to god I'm hearing things' he muttered, now getting a little frustrated, before he got up to go out into the hallway. The moment he turned away from the camera, his frustration turned to fear. While the camera would later show glitches and...something in the room with him, all Jack heard were occasional noises that sounded close. He knew no one was here in the house and, yet he couldn't help but have the feeling that he was being watched. He couldn't explain it, but it was there, and it had gradually been getting worse as the recording session went on. But, looking out into the hallway, no one was there. He sighed then scoffed: of course no one was there.

'For god's sake Sean, it's Halloween, it's just people outside' he muttered to himself annoyed and sniffed...and sniffed again. He frowned before placing his hand over his mouth to cough and felt something wet splatter into his palm. Grimacing, he quickly pulled his hand away from his face and nearly yelled: the wet thing was blood.

'oh my god, oh my god!' he frantically gasped as he ran to the bathroom and quickly slapped the light switch. However, he was hesitant to look in the mirror; he didn't know what injury he had sustained from this or how this had happened. But he quickly shook his head: that's exactly why he needed to look up. And he very slowly did...and felt his stomach drop.

His nose was heavily bleeding again; it had done so once already tonight, but more than once was a concern especially with how much was spilling out. And it was spilling out so freely too, as if someone had turned a tap on in his nose. His hand trembled as he grabbed a toilet roll and proceeded to try and wipe the blood away. But no matter how much he tried to pat it away or wash it away, his nose was still pooling blood. He whined, starting to panic now and leant forward over the sink as he coughed up more blood. He couldn't stop it from happening; it was like his own body was out of control. Once he was convinced the blood was gone, he let out a pained groan before straightening up...and screamed as he saw his reflection.

It was him but...not. There were heavy bags under his reflection's eyes and the eyes themselves were a vibrant bright green. Dried blood had trickled down from his eyes and nose, and the end of his ears were slightly pointed. Jack stepped back in horror as he watched his reflection smile back at him coldly...then suddenly screech animalistically as it threw itself forward and out of the mirror! Jack screamed as he was thrown backwards and slammed his back into the bathroom door, crumpling onto the floor. As his body hit the floor, he gasped and started breathing heavily; his body suddenly felt pain everywhere, he was tired, and he felt like he was about to faint. The bleeding had also restarted, and it was flowing like an open tap. Realizing this, he managed a scared yelp before half scrambling, half crawling to his room; he needed to lie down. But, as he moved, his vision was getting cloudier and blurrier.

I can make it, I can make it he tiredly thought as he continued to move. However, it was getting more and more difficult; his body was starting to feel heavy with each crawl and his surroundings were getting darker, like his body wanted to shut down.

He whimpered as he got to his room and scrambled to grab the edge of the table where he had left the Pumpkin and carving knives. And that's when the pain sharpened and got worse; it felt like he was being skinned alive, it was horrific. He tried to scream but could only let out a pained gurgle... and then his body suddenly straightened up, with a loud crack. His eyes widened, terrified; he couldn't move, he couldn't do anything! That wasn't him who had done that!

His hands trembled as he struggled, but something wasn't letting him go. His eyes darted round frantically but his vision was too blurry...and then everything went black as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He let out another pained gurgle before the skin of his neck started to rip open.

And four thin, pale green claws reached out through the wound, spilling blood everywhere; down his shirt, onto the floor and on the table.

Jack let out one last pained, but weak, screech before he was forced forward, slamming his head into the table. There was a loud thud as his head made contact and rendering him unconscious.

Which allowed Antisepticeye to take over.