Jacksepticeye Imagines

Shh, you're safe

<Writing Prompts #6 #12 and #23>

I woke up to not feeling Jack beside me. Where is he? I lazily swung the comforter off me, goosebumps came all over my legs and arms from the sudden change of temperature. I looked in the bathroom, no Jack. I walked downstairs, the wooden stairs creaking from my weight as I step on them. I hear quiet sobbing in the kitchen... Is that Jack or a ghost trying to lure me in and kill me?

I walk into the kitchen, seeing him, hunched over the counter crying. I slowly walk towards him and wrap my arms around his waist, "Jack? You okay?" He shook his head, his breathing is uneven. I slowly turn him around, his face was tear stained, he had a big frown on his face, red eyes. I hug him instantly and rub circles into his back. "What's wrong babe?" He snuggled into the crook of my neck. "I had the worst dream..." He breathed out, hugging me tighter.

"Wanna tell me about it?" I slowly started to rock us side to side. Jack slowly pulled away and grabbed my hand bringing me upstairs with him. We sat on the bed together, across from each other. "It was the worst one yet, from the rest from this week... I-I was walking the house, just doing things, and next- I somehow came upon this house in the woods. Curiosity took over me. I walked inside looking around, wandering if this house was abandoned or if someone was still living there..." I hummed every now and then, listening to him. I rubbed my thumb over his knuckles, and he continued.

"I-I seemed to wander off into the basement, my head was pounding, I ignored it and continued to wander around. I heard muffled screams, I followed the screaming. It was two people screaming. I came to the r-room, to see Ma-Mark torturing you... I tried to fight him off, he disappeared. My h-headache seemed to get more painful. I blacked out for a-a bit..." Jack's breathing got short and quick. I got onto his lap to hug his neck, wrapped his arms around my back, putting his head onto my shoulder.

"I woke up in the dream... and blood was everywhere including all over me. I was begging an-and hoping it wasn't yours! ...but it was yours. Your b-body was cut open, your nec-k was deeply c-cut. I broke down, I looked over to see a black smokey figure, 'You did this, Sean. You killed Y/N.' 'No I didn't!' I shouted. But that figured proved me wrong...

I killed you." I tensed up, he held me tighter. "W-what?"
"I killed you in the dream... That black out was because Anti did it, and I killed you... I cut you and tortured you. When I woke up, the first thing I saw you sleeping peacefully. The flashes of me killing you came to my head when I looked at you..." His tears were dampening my shirt but I didn't care. I pulled away, I grabbed his cheeks, stared into his ocean blue eyes anyone can get lost in. His eyes had tears threatening to fall, "hey... no no-it's alright, come here. It was a bad dream, none of it was real." He relaxed and held me tighter, releasing a whimper, "Shh. You're safe. I won't let you go. I'm right here, no injuries or harm. I'm alright, you're alright." I kissed his lips. I gently pull him down, he laid down, I wrapped my arms his waist, as I kissed his shoulder. Being the big spoon, him being the little spoon. He put his arm on top of mine that was on his waist, intertwining our hands.
"Shh, it was a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real. I love you." I mumbled one last time before I heard a soft "I love you too."

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Another writing prompt imagine :) these are starting to get longer aren't they?