You can't shut me out (Antisepticeye-Jacksepticeye Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

*Author's note* The dark pictures that I put up are supposed to be the shadow that is haunting Jack as of present. The cloud in the last chapter and the thing sitting in the chair here. I keep looking for images that I want the shadow to look like but I can't. Maybe the images that I can find that I like I can fit into the story. So these dark black figures are the best that I can find. Hope you're enjoying so far! 

Jack sat face to face with the shadow. He jumped back horrified at the sight. It was no longer a shadow. It was more shaped to a human form, but at the same time far from it. It's being (or body) was dripping, but it wasn't liquid, like long threadlike tendrils hanging from it's arms and face. Sean's back was facing the door, and one knee was tucked up to his chin while the other one lay limp in front of him. He was completely frozen, staring at everything that encompassed his paranoia and fear. The shadow loomed over him, staring him down with no visible eyes. It's body was leathery and cracked, almost scorched. Being so close in vicinity to the shadow made Jack's stomach feel as if there was a snake in his belly, writhing and wiggling. He wanted to throw up from fear, but he was paralyzed. 

Jack either suddenly grew a massive pair of bollocks or he got a sudden case of insanity. He unfroze from his position and as slowly and fluidly as possible, he inched forward to touch the shadow. He needed to know what it was. Was it a demon? Or a corpse? Or maybe it felt like a human but it wasn't really one. He just needed to know. Sean kept his gaze up to the shadow as he slowly stretched out a single hand to where he assumed it's legs were. His fingers almost grazed the black scorched material made of the shadow, but it disappeared into the air. Jack swiped the blank air out of frustration and pounded the floor over and over again. He grunted and fell onto the floor, his t-shirt riding up and the cold hardwood floor chilled him. He tugged his hair and pounded his forehead on the floor. "What (pound) the fuck (pound) is happening (pound) TO ME?!" (POUND POUND POUND) He shouted aloud. Jack banged his head on the hard floor a couple more times than he should have. He felt hurt and dizzy; the corners of his vision got black and fuzzy. Sean's stomach clenched again in fear as he slowly lost consciousness. He grew alarmed. No no no, I can't black out, not when it's near! The shadow reappeared standing over him, but it looked dark and terrifying. Jack was about to do...something, anything but his vision turned eerily black and his head slumped to the floor. 

It was foggy and dark. Small lamps of light lit a pathway, but he didn't want to follow it. He wanted to find a new way. He turned away from the light path and went down the pitch black path. His eyesight couldn't penetrate the darkness, it was almost Vantablack. The farther he went down the pathway, the sicker he felt. He looked back to the light path. He suddenly wanted to go back and take that one instead, but his legs wouldn't stop going in the direction they were already going. The ground he was walking on started to feel mushy and spongey. He suddenly submerged into the squishy floor chest deep and stopped sinking. He couldn't move at all. He struggled greatly against it, but the more he struggled, the tighter it became. He could barely breath at the end. All the surrounding darkness slowly amalgamated into one sentient being. The walls of his enclosure turned to pure white. No words could describe how gruesome and malformed the black creature looked. It looked like holes and rips tore through the ropy looking creature. It opened it's mouth to reveal disgustingly sharp and wicked teeth. It's mouth dripped acid green erosive substances. It dissolved the floor he was stuck inside of. He almost fell through the hole, but the giant creature plucked him up with one massive malignant hand. In the deepest and most garbled voice he has ever heard, the monster said, This is what happens when you stray from the path. The monster dropped him into the long tunnel beneath, sending him tumbling into a pit of- 

Jack sat up quickly in a cold sweat on the hardwood floor. He swiveled his head back and forth to look for the shadow. But he was all alone. The living room was dark, no lights were on and the moon was his only illumination. Despite the cold night outside, it was too hot for him right now. Jack slowly stood up off the hardwood floor, it gave him cricks from lying in a stiff position on an uncomfortable surface. He checked the time. It was 9:30. He's been out cold for a little less than seven hours. How much damage did he do to his head? He touched it gingerly, there was a big forming bump right in the center. What will my fans think? He thought to himself. He went to his bathroom, stripping off his clothing. The dream he had made him sweat and feel anxious, which in turn made him feel gross. Jack thought maybe a shower would be in order. Even though he was alone and the fear wasn't in his stomach, Jack felt nervous being vulnerable in the shower like this. "Unless the shadow is gay, I doubt he'll be after me ass." Sean said aloud. 

The warm water running down his spine felt incredible. Such a release from all the paranoia that has been ruling his life for...only two days. It felt like an eternal nightmare. He had to admit, the shadow hasn't been tormenting him physically, it's been following and stalking him making him feel insecure and paranoid about where it'll turn up next. While scrubbing his body with soap, he tried to wonder why it was him the shadow was stalking. Out of anyone, what has he done in his life to have this shadow follow him around? Almost to see his every move? Jack thought back to his dream that he had on the hardwood floor. This is what happens when you stray from the path. What path? He committed no crime, he never broke the law (Well, not terrific laws anyway) and his parents have never strictly enforced him into a career, so what was it? He guessed the shadow wasn't evil, but it definitely didn't make him feel good. And the damn painful fear in his stomach anytime it was near. It wasn't just mind-blowing fear in his belly, it was actual stomach clenching pain. Why did it have that effect on him? Maybe it was a representation of bad mistakes in his past and now it was going to cling to him for the rest of his days. 

Sean turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, steam emanating from his dripping body. "How many fangirls would kill, steal or bargain just to see me step out of the shower once. None probably, hm." Jack said chuckling at himself. That's another thing he needed. Laughter and losing himself in video games with his mates. Of course not now, they were all probably asleep. Jack toweled himself off, rubbing the towel all over his wet hair yet being cautious with the pink-purple bump on his head. He stopped for a moment. His bathroom mirror was fogged up; no reflection whatsoever. "Life isn't a horror movie Sean, if you wipe the glass the shadow won't loom up behind you." Despite his own words, he hesitantly wiped the mirror and thank the Lords in Heaven, no shadow was there. Maybe it was feeling generous this evening. Shaking his head, Jack got dressed and collapsed on his bed, although he knew sleep wouldn't come easily.