Darkest Fear *Septiplier*

Chapter One

Jack had been having strange dreams lately. Or nightmares. Once he was chased by dolls, the next killed by a demon/human. Jack felt exhausted- he barely got any sleep last night, because he felt as if he were being watched.

It was finally morning, which made Jack happy. The light made him feel a little safer. He was never afraid of the dark until his dreams. Everyday he felt like he's being watched or stalked, mostly the same thing happens everyday and night. He always knew what would come.

He talked to his friend Mark about it. Mark thought Jack was insane which made him sad. After a while, Jack actually started to think he was insane. Jack walked into his living room with a glass of water, which should wake him up a little. He hugged his Septiceye Sam. He knew he shouldn't be scared.

Jack decided to play a game, that would help right? After the hours of games, it became nightfall. Jack got another glass of water and sat it on his nightstand. All of his Septiceye Sams around him made Jack felt a little better. He closed the door and shut off his lights, knowing it was a mistake.

He had almost shut his eyes, but something caught them. It was as if someone, or something, was standing in the corner of his room. The Irish man blinked a couple times until it went away. He thought he was just thinking things. The man finally went to bed, and that's when his nightmare was created.

In Jacks dream, the trees were red and the ground was black. "Hello?" He called. Nothing. He decided to walk around a little bit. 

"Hello Jack." The voice made Jack jump ten feet off the ground. Not really but that's how scared he got. "Ah, I'm so glad you came Jack. I thought you wouldn't show up." Black smoke started to swirl around Jack.

Jack looked all around him. He then became face to face with a familiar face. "Mark?" Jack said in his Irish accent. "I'm not Mark!" The man yelled. He then stabbed Jack and laughed. Jack was slowly dying. He knew it was a dream but he just couldn't control it.

Jack had awaken. Sweat had formed on his forehead and he breathed heavily. His heart was pounding. It was only 3 am. He decided to fill up his glass of water. Jack strolled into the kitchen to fill up his glass. He felt something grip his hips.

He turned around to come face to face with the man in his dreams. Jack did what everyone would do, run into his room and locked the door. He hid under his bed with his Septic Eye Sam plushy. The door bursted open, making Jack whimper. "Aw come out Jack there's nothing to be scared of,".

Jack had suddenly woke up. He had just had two dreams, but this time he was in a different building. The room was pitch black. There had seemed to be black slime-or possibly blood-over the walls. The boy tried to move his arms, but they were tied up, and so were his feet.

The demon entered the room. "How was your nap?" Jack didn't respond. "Ah well, my name is Darkiplier, or Dark." Dark stuck out his hand, "Oh yes, silly me. I forgot your hands were tied up!" Jack felt like he was going to cry. Why me? I don't understand why it has to be me? Jack had finally gotten the courage to speak. "So why am I here?"

Dark started to circle Jack. "Well, I have my reasons that you don't need to know.." Jack was about to speak, but he  shut his mouth. Dark soon had left. Jack tried to move his hands, but the rope had cut him. He hissed in pain. Blood trickled down into the palm of his hand and onto the tip of his finger.

The crimson liquid splashed onto the floor. Jack had squeezed his eyes shut because his wrist hurt. Dark was upstairs, sharpening his knives as usual. It was almost dark, and that's when he had his killing spree. He would just kill the innocent for fun. Dark had decided to check on the Irish boy.

He saw Jacks wrist and the little pool of blood. Jack had passed out, not by the blood but From lack of sleep. Dark untied him and took him to a bed upstairs. The demon made sure to lock the door. He didn't have to worry about the window or anything because there was no window.

Once it was around midnight, Dark left and Jack slept peacefully, which was different. Surprised he had no nightmares. Jack awoke to screams. He had walked downstairs which had been a bad idea. "What do you want." Dark growled. Jack shrugged, "I just wanted to see if you're-" Dark interrupted Jack by shoving him away, making him hit his back against the wall.

Dark felt horrible, but he knew he couldn't control it. Jack felt pain. The pain made him groan. Dark went to help Jack, but Jack scrambled away and back into the room. Dark didn't understand why he felt guilt in his gut even though he knew he shouldn't.

"Hey.. Get up.." Jack woke again to the sound of the demon. Jack groaned and flips over, not facing Dark. "Get up now! Or be punished!" That had made Jack jolt up. The boy rubbed his eyes, his hair sticking up in all kinds or directions, which made Dark die. He thought Jack was so cute with his messed up hair.

Dark then thought he was crazy. Did I just call my prisoner cute? Ew no way.. "Well if you're hungry, you should know where the food is. I, uh, have to go somewhere." Jack nodded. After that Dark had left and Jack could escape. Jack slipped on his hoodie that he wore to bed before he got kidnapped.

The little Irish boy smashed the bathroom window and escaped. He didn't know where he was running, but he kept on going.