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Chapter Three

I'm sitting on my bed binging Netflix on my laptop when suddenly the power goes out. My laptop goes out too, because it had been charging. My room is now completely dark. I know I have a flashlight in here somewhere. I reach over and feel around in the darkness for my nightstand, open one of the drawers and start rummaging around for my flashlight, but I don't feel it, so I open my second drawer, but it's not in there either.

"Nothing worse than being in a basement when the power goes out." I mutter to myself, thinking of Mark, Shane, and Meagan upstairs with the sun shining through the windows.

"Hey Nate!" I call down the hallway, but I get no reply. "Nate! I can't find my flashlight! Can you please bring one over here so I can look for mine?!" I wait, still no answer.
"NATE!" Did he go upstairs? I think to myself. I know my phone is in my blankets somewhere, and I could use that for a flashlight, but I can't find it in the darkness.

Carefully I get out of bed, my hands out in front of me, but I trip over my computer cord and fall on my face.
"OW!" I yell. When I look up, I see a flashlight beam coming towards my doorway.

"Olivia?" Calls Nate. "I found a flashlight!"

"Finally!" I say, getting up and walking toward the flashlight.

"What happened? Where's everybody else?" I ask.

"They're all still upstairs." Nate replies.

"Okay." I say. "I can't see you! I'm going to trip and fall again!" I say, trying to find something to steady myself on, but finding nothing. Suddenly the flashlight beam goes out.

"Umm Nate? What happened to the flashlight? Did it die? OMG I'm having FNAF flashbacks!" There's no answer. "Nate?"

Suddenly the flashlight is on again and Nate is holding it under his face. He has black around his eyes and blue streaks going down his cheeks. "BOO!"

I scream, completely unprepared for this kind of thing, and jump backward, grabbing a pillow off my couch and throwing it at him, while continuing to back up, when something grabs my ankle from under the bed. I scream again and fall back onto my bed, grabbing a pillow and holding it, ready to throw. Nate laughs and turns on the light.

"Happy Alter-Ego Day!!!" He says.

"What?!"

Shane crawls out from under my bed, wearing some kind of weird lips and clip-on bangs. "I am the one hiding under your bed!"

"Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red!" Nate finishes.

"You guys scared me!" I say. "Also, I thought the power was out! And Shane, what the heck are you wearing?"

"I'm not Shane! I'm Kiersten!" (Keyr- sten) Says 'Kiersten'.

Nate laughs again. "You okay? You're shaking!"

"No I'm not okay!" I say.

"Come here." Says Nate.

"No offence, but I don't trust people that look like- um.. what are you?" I ask.

"Natemare!" Says 'Natemare.'

"I thought we were done with 'Natemare' when you finished the 'Mangled' video." I say.

"We were, but it's Alter-Ego Day!" He says.

"What?! I don't have an Alter-Ego!" I say.

"That's the point! You have to put up with all of us!" Says Kiersten.

"I can do that!" I say. "But he-" I point to Natemare- "scares me."

Nate smirks. "You like it." He says.

I roll my eyes. "Whatever." I say, getting up. "I'm going upstairs for a bit."

"Good luck with Meagan and Mark's alter-egos!" Says Kiersten.

I get upstairs and see Mark sitting at the table reading a newspaper. He sets down the paper when he hears me come in. I see that he is wearing a pink moustache and suspenders.

"Hey Mark!" I say casually.

"Who is this 'Mark' fellow you speak of? My name is Wilfred Warfstache!" Says Mark, dramatically exaggerating his facial movements and using a different voice.

"Okay- 'Wilfred'-" I start, but I'm interrupted.

"It's Mr. Warfstache to you!" says 'Mr Warfstache.'

"What?"

"Only my friends call me Wilfred!"

"I thought we WERE friends!"

"We are!"

"So..... I can call you Wilfred then." I say.

"No! I said only my friends can call me that! " he replies.

"YOU JUST SAID WE WERE FRIENDS!" I yell.

"We are!" 'Wilfred' says calmly.

"So then- UGH!" I can see this conversation is going nowhere. "Never mind. Anyway, 'Mr. Warfstache'-" but I'm interrupted again.

"No, we're friends! Call me Wilfred!" Says 'Wilfred.'

"YOU JUST TOLD ME NOT TO CALL YOU WILFRED!" I shout.

"No I didn't." He replies.

I can't believe this. "Yes. You did. Just now!" I say, exasperated.

"No I didn't." He says.

"YES YOU DID!"

"No, I think I would remember that."

I give up and change the subject.

"Anyway, just keep Natemare away from knives okay? All of our lives depend on it." I say.

Weird Meagan walks into the kitchen. "Knife. Knife. Knife. Knife. Knife. Knife. Knife. Knife. Knife." She continues chanting, until Natemare appears, a hand behind his back.

"Knife? What knife? Oh.." he laughs. "You mean this one?" He takes his hand out from behind his back, and he is in fact holding a large knife.

Wilfred and I back away slowly, but Weird Meagan just stares off into space, unmoving.

"Ohhh-kay. Well I'm leaving now." I start off toward the door, but Natemare grabs my arm and pulls me back.

"There's no escape from Alter-Ego Day!" He says, smiling evilly.

"Yup! That's why we did it on a Saturday! That way you don't go to school, so there's no excuse for you to leave!" Says Kiersten.

I sigh. "Oh boy." I say, knowing that today is going to be a long day.