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

Chapter 3

As Jack had already predicted, sleep did not come easily. Either the room was so cold his breath puffed out before him, or the room was so hot he couldn't think properly. In an attempt to cool off he stripped to nothing but his boxers, offering some relief, but then the room dropped to mind-blowing numbing cold. Not only that, but various bumps, thumps and terrifying shadows kept Jack up, despite the unbelievable temperatures. Somehow in the midst of everything, he found a little rest. His mind was too exhausted from the days events and the anguish he was going through now to have another bad dream, like the one he had on the hardwood floor. His alarm clock blared in his ears, waking him up from his short sleep in what felt like only a couple of minutes. Although Sean detested sleep, he wanted just a few more moments of it. He didn't want to face the day. He had a pounding headache, from the bump on his head and from lack of food and water. The last time he ate or drank was yesterday morning, with his third cup of coffee. And also, the damned shadow. Jack knew it was messing with the temperatures in the room, and all the noises. Why wouldn't it just kill him already? He knew he wasn't going through physical torment, but mentally he was dying terribly slowly. It was horrible. He wanted everything to go back to normal, although only three days previous he was doing that livestream with the boys. 

Sean hated it, but forced himself to get up. He didn't want the shadow to win; he wanted to show it that he wasn't as scared as it thought he was. Although we all know the truth, Jack wished it would just disappear and leave him alone. It wasn't time to call a therapist yet, Jack reasoned. He dragged both feet to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. He walked to the water faucet and felt the cold water run through his fingers. Jack slapped himself with water to get his mind to clear. If all seven days go by and it's still here, then maybe I'll talk to Mark, but Christ Almighty I need to talk to someone, anyone. I hate that fokin thing, but I can't let it control my life like this. Jack thought to himself. He just needed to upload his two videos and the rest of the day is his. It excited him a little, but he knew he had no privacy in his house. Sean turned off the faucet and stood up to his full height to wipe his face off with a hand towel. When the towel uncovered his eyes and he stared straight into the mirror, behind him was the shadow, more horrifying then it's ever been before in it's history. The long tendrils that were hanging off it's body were now dripping like a black fluid; it's body a mix of scorched black flesh and oozing dark substance. The torso itself was similar to Jack's, the shoulders were broad but the waist was slim. It's fingers were three feet long and so sharp at the point they almost glinted in the light. It moved them up and down as if to signal a sarcastic hello. 

Jack has never moved so quickly in his life. He twirled around to face the shadow head on and to attack it in any way he felt necessary, but when he turned around, it was gone. He looked around. It was completely gone. In fact, it appeared and disappeared so quickly, Jack's stomach didn't even have time to register it's appearance to give Sean his painful, fear inducing alarm. He massaged his temples and out of curiosity, he peeked a glance back at the mirror. The shadow stood behind him once more. He turned around and swiped at the empty space behind him. The hellish shadow dissolved into air for a second time. Jack looked back to the mirror and the empty space behind him. The shadow was lingering in the mirror behind him, eerily still, but no shadow was behind him in ethereal reality. That's why he doesn't feel his signature fearful pain in the pit of his stomach right now. The shadow is inside of the glass. Sean pounded the glass with a furious fist. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT YOU SICK BASTARD!" He yelled while punching and pounding the glass. "ANSWER ME DAMNIT! I'LL BREAK THE FOKIN' GLASS AND STRANGLE YER THROAT!" Jack picked up a nearby object and bludgeoned the mirror with it, but it did not shatter. Not even a crack showed. Out of sheer rage and fury, Jack hammered the resistant glass with the object over and over again. 

"GET...OUT...OF...MY...LIFE! FUUUUCK!" Sean punched the glass with his own bare fist and slumped to the bathroom floor, throwing the object as hard as he could at the bathroom door. He tugged his green hair and dug his fingers into his eyes to get rid of the horrible headache. It stung his head like a bee sting. Without the banging or shouting in the echoing bathroom, his ears rung. The headache was slowly receding, but something was bouncing in the inside of his skull. What was it? He perked up to see what he was hearing. Nothing. Everything was quiet. But then ...laughter. Not normal laughter, almost insane laughter, like a mental patient laughing at television static. He stood up and looked in the pristine mirror. The shadow's body was convulsing, or shaking. Two and two clicked in Sean's mind and realized the shadow was shaking with laughter. He just stared at it, wondering, completely oblivious to the shadow staring at him as well. How is this thing capable of human emotion? It's obvious that my torment is gas to it but how? In order for it to laugh it would have to have air in it's lungs and a diaphragm, so organs in general; not to mention a sense of humor in the first place. What is this spawn of Hell? Is it actually a spawn of Hell but it's in human form? But it's so...horrifying. 

The shadow stopped laughing and just continued to stare at the defenseless youtuber. Jack did the same. If it wants a staring contest he wasn't gonna deny it one. Show it you're better. It doesn't scare you. To Hell with it. Sean narrowed it's eyes at it. Of course it looked like what the definition of 'nightmare' would look like, but Jack never moved a muscle. He didn't want the shadow to win. It didn't deserve to render Jack spineless and terrify him anytime it wanted to. In what felt like a few moments, the shadow started to raise a black razor tipped hand. Jack started but held his ground, he wasn't running away. The shadow held up it's scorched hand to the mirror and it's finger traveled through the mirror. Next it's whole hand followed after that. In this moment, the shadow was behind the mirror and it's hand was wrist deep through the glass, almost touching Sean's blank face. He still stood tall, despite being sort of scared. He didn't know it's next move. The thing from Hell deepened it's hand into the real world and prodded Jack's face. Sean swallowed nervously but decided to relax. Curiosity is a good thing. That is, until the shadow swiped it's razor sharp fingers in a clean line across the shocked youtuber's face. 

He slapped a hand to his cheek and it came away warm and sticky with crimson red blood. The sudden contact from the shadow made Jack's stomach contract in fear. He instantly forgot about being dominant and bold with the creature; he slammed his body into the bathroom door and burst through the other end. The shadow reached it's long limbs through the mirror like The Ring coming out of the TV, all it's joints cracking and twisting in disgusting angles as it climbed out of it's temporary prison. Jack scrambled from the floor and skidded into the kitchen, making sure to grab a sharp knife from the kitchen sink instead of his first weapon (the spoon) and came back to drive the knife into the shadow, pinning it's head into the floorboards. Well, that's what it would have looked like if the shadow were there in the first place. The sharp knife was hilt-deep in Jack's hardwood floors, but the shadow had evaporated into the air once again.