Stay Calm (Darkiplier x Jacksepticeye)

Reflection

Ever since I had that dream of Dark and I, I've been getting more and more different sets of dreams. They'll vary between sweet dreams as he whispers sweet nothings in my ears, some will be a little more rough, others will-.. I'm not going to get into much detail of those dreams.

But last night was something else, for once it wasn't just me and Dark, it was me, and well.. Me. The dream made me so uneasy I've been up for quite a while now, when I fell asleep it was around eleven o'clock, however when I had woken up from this disturbing dream I had looked back to the clock and seen that it was about two in the morning, Dark had his arm wrapped around my waist, and I couldn't sleep for quite some time.
I had a dream I was looking in a mirror, however the reflection was not me, at least a 'me' that I know of, this one was much more horrifying. It said something to me but it's voice was so distorted I couldn't hear a thing they said, almost like I was talking to a glitch in a game, or a stereotypical demonic figure in a horror movie. His lips moved fast and every single time I was straining to understand him, they'd move faster and faster, his head would twitch in all sorts of directions and at the end of the dream he just.. laughed at me. All he did was laugh, and I woke up, swearing I heard that distorted laugh.

He was mocking me in my dreams, in the darkness of the room, I could still see his eyes. Needing some air, I managed to pry myself away from Dark and sneak off from the bed. Something in the air felt different, the migraine medication was starting to wear off and I felt that ringing in my head again, but it was more of a 'Marco Polo' ring. Whenever I got warmer to whatever my mind was telling me to go to, the ringing would get more and more intense. Wandering the halls, and countless times of me going up and down some stairs I finally managed to hear where it was coming from. The excruciating pain was almost intolerable at this point.

The door underneath the stairs. This door was always locked and whenever I had tried to open it, it was still one of the only doors I couldn't open besides the attic. Grabbing the handle and at that moment, there was silence. 'I wonder if it's actually unlocked..' Thinking this, I twisted the handle, and heard a click. The door slowly creaked open, the creak was a disgusting creak that would hurt ones ears, panic someone if they came straight out of a horror movie. A cool breeze brushed over my skin and made me shiver, I took one step and immediately had a feeling telling me to go back, but I insisted. Taking soft steps I entered the darkness of the stairway and let it engulf me into this horrifying oblivion. It looked like a void of nothing but darkness, all I could feel was my feel touching the cool wooden boards of the extremely creaky stairs. When I finally reached the floor, I knew it was the ground because it was cool cement touching the skin of my feet. When I took a few more steps I stepped in something disturbing, which was thick liquid, it smell didn't smell right either.
I finally managed to get to the walls of this musty basement and tapped the wall for any sort of light switch. To no avail, I hadn't found anything remotely close. This only meant that there was a string light switch in the middle of the room.
Minutes passed of me blindly navigating myself to find this light switch, and finally I had found a string to pull. I pulled until I felt the blinding light turn on, and to my horror, I had seen a river of black leading to this mirror on the opposite side of the room. The mirror was covered with a white blanket and I had felt that ringing in my ear once again.

A soft chuckle left from the mirror and I flinched when I heard such a sinister laugh. "T̢̝̓̀a͌̅͜͞k̲͇̈́ͮ͏̡ẹ͉͞.̷̈̊̕ ̵̛͗I̢͢t̯̝.̡̭̱͝ ̭̊̋ͅO̡̮̪ͦͭf̡̘̲͏f͌̄.̢̛ͤ͂" The voice had given me a cringe feeling in my stomach as if it were about to knot itself. The voice became louder through the mirror and almost screamed at me at this point.
"T̺͏a͏́k̴̠ͫe̳͐ ̅͟t̘̰̏͒҉h͟͞ͅi̴ͯ͡s͚͘ ̺͘ͅt̤ͣ̉hͮ̔i̡̖̽͌n̳̏ͣģ̫͕̂͝ ͥ̍͞ő̠͇ͦ͘f̨̳͔͂͢f̝̫͆̎̕̕ ͢͟n̻ͪơw̸̓̾͠!̨͕̗̽ͧ" It yelled and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Slowly I began to approach the mirror and extended my hand out towards the fabric on the mirror. My finger tips touched the fabric of the blanket, gripping it I hurriedly pulled it off. This mirror was strange, was it even a mirror? I didn't see myself, at least the self I was familiar with. The light was flickering in the reflection but the light in the basement I was standing in was still shining bright. My reflection was standing in an eery lighting, he had an aggressive stance, and almost instinctively, I backed up and away from the mirror, and as I backed up he took steps forwards and rushed at me. However the glass was some strange sort of protection and prevented him from attacking me. I could see him clearly now, it was me.
However this version of me was more of a demonic version, he looked like he came straight out of a horror film, then again, what would that make this place? I decided not to question his existence due to Dark being here. Demons are a sort of shape shifter, so maybe this is a cheap parlor trick by one of them, so I pressed my lips together and persisted for questions.
"Who are you? What's your name?"