iNSaNiTY: One-Shots

Awake: Jack x M(D)ark

A/N: Did you know that Jack read a creppypasta? Because I sure as hell didn't. I just discovered it today. Which is why I wrote this :D It's a septiplier (?) version of the story, so it's pretty much the same thing, but with slight changes.

WARNING: Blood, murder, and intruder creeps.

I stayed in bed, absolutely terrified. Mark was in my room. All I could do was stare at him and try not to cry out. I had no other option. I couldn't move -- not only paralyzed with fear -- but because I had to pretend to be asleep. If I acted out in any way, I would surely be killed. There wasn't anyone around to save me. I know he's waiting. He wants me to be awake. He wants to show me what he's done. I don't want to see any more if it than I already have.

About three hours ago I woke up to screaming. Instead of being smart and, y'know, springing out of bed; I laid there. I'm ashamed to say I was terrified to discover the source of Mark's screams. But once I did get out of bed, I checked all the other rooms leading up to where I heard Mark. It was a stupid decision, I'll tell you that. I peaked out one of the doors and almost lost my stomach on the carpet. There was blood everywhere. I ran out of the room and jumped back into my bed. I threw the covers over me like a fucking child, trying to convince myself it wasn't real. But to my horror, I heard my door creak open.

I peeked over the covers to see what it was. The terrifying part is, it looked human. If I didn't know any better I would have said it was Mark. But I knew that wasn't true. The outline may have looked like him, but the real him was being dragged across the floor. I saw the Mark-clone prop up Mark on the foot of my bed. I noticed that it made sure he was facing me. It walked up to the wall and smeared its hands over it. I could barely make out a pentagram. It made its way to another wall and wrote something that I couldn't read; it was much too dark.

But now that the hours have passed, my eyes are adjusted. I couldn't look at the message, but I knew I had to -- at least before I die. I turned ever so slightly to read it. It felt like I died right then and there.

"I KNOW YOU'RE AWAKE, JACKABOY."