We're All a Little Crazy

Unwelcome Guests

        "So, what did you wanna talk about?" Mark, Anti- no, Sam, Jack, Matt and Nate all sat in the living room. Best to get it over with, Nate thought.

"Matt and I have dæmons too." He felt Natemare bubble up inside him, and his eyes flared. He struggled to move his arm to his side and grabbed the knife, pressing against his throat. It'd almost gotten out. Vision blurry, Nate's eyes glowed lavender, and he felt the dæmon slowly losing control. His vision started returning.

Mark gripped his head, stumbling. Anti- Sam- made Jack leave. Mark groaned. "You said... he'd... leave me alone!"

Sam wrapped his arms around Mark's midsection as he fell. "And then you got two dæmons in here!" He flashed a glance at Nate and Matt. No offense.

"He's.. so much... stronger." Mark whimpered as a tremor ran through his body.  Matt just stared.

"Matt, go to the end of that hallway." Nate said, pointing. "Call out if anything happens." Matt nodded and bolted.

"S-s-s-Sam, h-help N-Nate. He's n-not s-s-safe." Mark stuttered, quaking. Nate could feel Natemare lingering, but not acting. Nate kneeled next to him, blade ready. ♬ "Somewhere something's hiding in the dark." ♬

Mark cried out it pain. It wasn't working. He yelped once more before he jerked violently. Then he was still. Nate held the knife next to his neck, waiting for his eyes to open. They were red.

"Get out." Nate pressed with the blade, but the dæmon didn't even flinch. "W̜͉ͅe͈̫l͇̭͓͍l̯̮̺͇,̗̙͚͔̘ ̦͚w͔̬̲̞e̝̣̼̙̘̥ͅl͇̘̝͔͔̦l,̮ ̦̰w̺̦̜͈e̜l̝̗̟̝̗l̦̗̻͉.͍̳̻ ̗͙͉̤̲W͇͕h̲̙͕͓̥o͔̦̣͎̠ d͕o ͔̥̳͍͖ͅwe̜ ̥̙̝̻͓̲ͅh̦͕̫̲͓a͔ve̖̦͈̩̞ ̻͕̞h̝̼̦̤̹̻̥ḛ͉̰̯r͖̬͙̬̟͙̤e͖̗̲̦̥̼͖?̪̰̺̩"

"Me. And I'm pissed. Get out of Mark." Nate's blade started drawing blood.

"O̙̯̳͈̣̙̱h̹̪,̫ ͎͍̪̥b̮̱̮u͔̱̪̖ͅt͔̭̳̙ y͇͖͚͚o͓͉̗͓̟̮̼u͖̦ ̮̣̟w̲̤o̟̠̱̰̞̣̲u̦̪͈̺̼̹̫l̫͈̮̺͇̳̻d͇͍͓nͅ'̖̣̤͎̮͎̺t͕̦̟͖̬ ̰͍̬̣̮ͅw͎͈͔̲̣a̻̙ṋ̖̮ͅt͉̗ ̪̟̟̬t̼͕͔o̥͎͕ ̻͉̬h̫ͅu̹̲͕rt̥̠̭̠̫͍ ̼M̞̬͖̬͈ar̬̫̜̲k̦̣̺͙i̟͕͕̰͇̫m͇͍͓̹o͚̝̥o̞,͔̟̳̰ ͇̞̰w̺̟͇̳̠͉o̱̣̹̖̮̭̬u̠̠͕͎̮̯̖l͇̜͙̦͔ͅd̩̪ ̬̲̠ͅy͕o͉͉̪̩u̬̯̤?͇͖̘̣̳̘" He smirked, blood oozing from his neck. "I͚͎̼ ̭̹̖c͎̞͚̫a͓͕̱n̺̪͕̗͉͖'̫̤̟̠̲t͔̫̗̗̺ f̳e̳̟͖͉͇̥e̺̙͖̭̦̣̣l̰̖͓̙͙ i͙̞̝̩̳̹͎t͉̺͈̣, ̯̣̗̣͇̗̜b̙̯̙u̺̮̝t ỵ̤̝̼ͅo̘u̗͍̦̦̩͓r̲͙ͅ ̺̻͈͇p͍͇r͕͓̣̙͓̣͖eͅc͚͚̬i̪̗͈o̙̤̮̹̪̠u̗̝̱̯̠̪s̝̹͈̜̯͔͎ ̲͙͓f̜͚̜̯̣r͇̺̙͔̻̯i̞͎̩͙̭e̙̪̲n̗͍̳̫͖̭͖d̯̞ ̦̥c̦e̳r̟̲͎̯t̩̥̺a̪͙̦͖ͅi̫͕n̖̝̬̘̬l̗̥̼͓̲̪y c̖̹̗̟a̫̪̘̞̫n̖̪.͇̻" His eyes flickered brown for a second, Mark's eyes filled with pain. "͈̠̪͕I͔͎̲̼͕̮'̪̝͔̥ṃ͙̜̬̯ͅ ͍͎͙̤͍̱̫D̝̼̺̰̗͉̞a̻̺̩̫r͎̯̩k̠i̬p͓̲l͕̻̗̻͚̟i̙̤̯e̝̝̤̟r̖̞̗̰̝̟̭.͖̰ ̱̗̫̞̦̝ͅT̟͎̜̲̻ͅẖ̮̤̦̥ẹ̬̳͕͉͇͔ ͎̳̗p͔̖͙̮l̹̠e̺͍̺̪̝̹a͔̬s͈͓u͈r͇e ͎͉̥̬̣̝̜i̞s͍͈͚̣͎͔ ̫͕̝̗̣a͈̞͓l̯̙̟̥̯l͇̜͓ ͉y͍̞̫̠̺o̠͍ͅu͙̳̤̮̺̬r̝̱̹͔s͔͙͍̦̺."

"Shut up, Dark." Sam snapped. Dark raised his eyebrows playfully.

"̝̖̫̠̖̼Y̭̯͈̞̘̣o̲̮̥̲͙u̪͎̟̟̹̤ ̭͉d̬͖o͉̱n̼̱'̟̲̼̞͖t͍̰̗̱͍̣ ̙̮̻̮͍ͅs̟̟͎̙ͅͅe͇̞͖e̬̬͔̞m͍͓͖ ͎t͔o̮̹̺o͚͉ ̥w̞̳̗̲͇̞̰or̺̖̲̙̳r̫͍̖̹̻̪i̟̹͇̩e̠̟̰̗̝̤d͎ ̱͚͇̬̭ͅa̠̞̥̦͖b̝̠̳̞o̖̠͓̭u͕̫̪̲͇t͙̼ ͓̗̩͕l͎̰̠̺̫i͓͇͈͕͇'̲͖l̹ͅͅ ̝̖͖̟̮̫͖Ja͓c̟͍̥̩̦͇k̦̣ab̰̪o͙̟̺̯̠̦y̮̞͎͉͎,̬̠̬͍̭̝̝ ̝̪̥͓d̻̞̠͕̤̣̗o͈͎̮̫̗͓͙ ͉̘yͅͅo̩u̱̙ ̬S͖̖̱̜̤͕̟a̱͎̟̰m̯̯̬͚̠̩?̗̣͕͚ ̪͚̙W̦̪͍͙̞͚͍h͍̖e̥̩̮r̞̠̗͓̯ͅe͕̩ ̺̲ͅi͇s̰͙ ̰̙̣̫h̼̦̮̖e̮͓̻̮̪͎̣?̦̮͓ I͕̘̮̳̻t̩'̤̭̹͍̫s͉̤̘͇̩̗͚ ̣̠̜̠̫͉͔bee̝͇͈̪n̜̮ ̞̥͖̲a ͉̺͓ͅw̩̞̗̦h̰̯̦̥̞i̳͚̝͓̩̘l̼̰̞͓͎̮̞e̩.̤͙"

"Why would I tell you? He's safe somewhere else."

Dark smirked. "̠̮̖̲̖Y̲͎̹̫̠͚̤o̝̳̥̯̪̦͚u̮͚ sͅe̼͙̹̖em̞͓ ̹̦̹to̹̠̼̘͚ h̦a̳v͙̯̼͍͔ͅe̥̪̬ ̰͉̜f̟̣͍o͓r͓̮̖̦g̰o͚̙̦̩̖tt̬͔e͍̬̭̼̱̮̫n̲͖͙͉͚͎̲ ͔͔̣͇s̺̗̯̱̜̮o̥̙̥̦͉̤̩m̳̫̗̗̬e̳̟̜th̘i̻̞̙̜n̜͚̦͓̲̙̩g.̬ ̜̜̪͔̱͈̙O̘r̪̠͙.̞͈.̺̝͉̥̘.̮͇ ͔̺̦͈̙s̥̱̰̝̫̗o̫͍̭̲̲m͈e͔̻o̗̘̞͎̙̗ṇ͉e͙̘.̭͍̺"

Jack's voice echoed down the hall. "Matt, what'r you- AH, gettoffame! Get- AAAAAGH!"

"Oh god." Matt. They'd completely forgotten about Matt. "G-g-g-get away... Matt, please- AAAAAARGHH!"

"I'll deal with Dark, go help Jack!" Sam shifted his position. Nate stood and ran down the hall. "Jack, where are you?" 

Jack screamed in agony and Nate rushed in. Jack spasmed on the floor, clutching a black band around his neck. Mad stood over him, holding a small black remote, a psychotic grin on his face. "Ba͔͙d̥ ̻b̮̖̥͈̩̗o̜̮̘y̪!̹̫͍̼ ̯̖P͍͉l̘ay̬̯̱̰͕ ͍D̤̣̫̖̠E̪A̭̯͍Ḓ̤͓!͖̝͔" He spun a dial and Jack went rigid, his screams hoarse.

Nate stood behind Mad and pressed the blade against his throat. ♬ "It's what we're made to do, you act like we're to blame." ♬

Mad released the button, then realized what Nate was doing. Just before he faded back, he jammed his finger into the button, breaking the control, leaving it running stuck on the highest setting. Jack stiffened, eyes wide, as pain crashed through him.

Matthew stumbled back. "Ugh, what happened?" Then his eyes landed on Jack, contorted and twitching. "Oh god." Matthew sank to his knees. "What have I done?"