Breathing Nightmare - Darkiplier And Antisepticeye

Chapter 4

After the documentary finished, Jack looked on his phone.

11:26pm

"Shit! It's late Mark." Jack exclaims, pulling himself off the sofa. "I'm gonna head to bed."

Mark shoots up and his eyes grow, seemingly full of terror. "Surly ... You can stay awake for longer?" He asks with a shaky voice.

Jack's face falls into one of confusion.

*What's up with Mark?*

Then in a flash, he remembers Mark sleepwalking earlier that day. His crooked smile, his dark eyes, and his hand pinning Jack against the wall.

*Does he remember doing that?*

"Mark, are you okay?" Jack asks.

Mark rubs his hand down his opposite arm. "I've ... Been having strange dreams lately. I don't quite feel like myself." He looks back at Jack, tears brewing in his eyes. "Please Jack, I don't wanna be alone."

Jack stared on into Marks eyes in disbelief. Here was a man, his best friend, asking him to stay with him because he's scared.

"Sure Mark, I'll stay up for a bit longer." Jack smiled.

"Thanks Jack." Mark pulled Jack into a hug and wiped his eyes. They crashed back on the sofa and decided to watch another documentary. But soon enough, Mark had fallen asleep, like a baby, curled up in the corner of the sofa.

Jack sighed and turned off the TV. He lay down on the other sofa, his eyes fluttering open and closed every few moments, his mind seemingly drifting between awake and asleep. Finally, a cold chill settled him into slumber.

Mark shifted from where he lay, now facing towards Jack, his face scrunched up, contorted like he was in pain, or fear. His mouth slowly opened and he exhaled deeply.

His eyes opened, revealing that dark black colour that seemed to escape and drip down his face. He sat up, shaking sporadically. That cold chill wrapped around his neck, he tilted his head back and relished in the sharp cool air circling him. His eyes soon focused back on Jack, his mouth growing into a fanged grin.

"Yes Anti. He is the perfect one, isn't he?"