Darkest Fear *Septiplier*

Chapter Four

"Anti."

Dark said through gritted teeth. He couldn't believe that Anti had kidnapped him when Dark had kidnapped Jack. Of course he knew that Anti had taken over Jack's body.

Anti smiled, showing his razor teeth. "Hi Darkiplier, welcome to my house," Dark glared and yanked on the cuffs. He was angry, "What do you want from me?" Dark should've known this would've happened. Anti giggled. "I want you dead."

After that said, Dark had passed out. He was in Mark's head. How did I end up here? He could see everything Mark was doing. Mark was recording a let's play of Raspy Hill. He hated mannequins and didn't know why he was playing it.

Mark felt different, maybe too different. He had known about his fans making up a demon version of him. So he thought, maybe I should mess with them. So he acted like the so called demon "Darkiplier".

While Dark watched this, he was flaming, furious that Mark had acted like him, but with stupidity. Dark had awoken from when he had passed out. He was confused.

Jack, or "Anti", was upstairs, looking in the bathroom mirror. He could see the real Jack through himself. He stared at his oddly colored eyes. While Jack was in his brain, he had felt horrible about everything.

Why did this have to happen to him? What did he do to deserve this? Anti smiled like mad at the mirror. His face expression changed as he saw Jack, not himself. The Jack he saw looked upset and scared.

Jack had wished he could go back home and live a normal life, like none of this happened and it was all a dream. He wondered how Mark was doing, wondering if he was worried for Jack. He probably didn't know.

Mark was probably playing video games, happy as could ever be, while Jack was broken down. Anti had looked away from the mirror. He didn't want to see Jack. Not one bit.

Jack had entered the basement, where Dark had been. Dark was passed out on the cold, gray floor. Jack had wished that someone could save him. He didn't care who, he just wanted to be free.

Jack's eyes pealed open. He was sweating like crazy. He sat up quickly. He looked around and realized he was in his own body. Had that been just a dream? Jack got out of the bed. He was still at Dark's house.

Jack heard muffle noises coming from downstairs. He peaked out the door. Dark was laughing and was talking to someone. He couldn't tell who it was. Jack checked the time on the alarm to see it was 1am. He couldn't believe he had a dream that felt like he'd slept forever.

Jack locked the door and decided to go to sleep. Think happy thoughts, he said to himself. He thought of him, with all his friends hanging out together. The friends he never sees since he lives in Ireland. He thought about all his fans and how his community reached 12 million.

Jack was a very lucky man. He had thought otherwise. He felt ashamed when he might had actually liked Mark. Maybe this was payback? Revenge for liking the same gender? (No hate I totally ship Septiplier) Maybe it was revenge by someone that loves Mark.

Jack had thought about that for about 10 minutes. He tried to fall asleep, but he kept tossing and turning. Maybe this whole thing was a bad dream that he couldn't escape, like he was trapped forever. Jack pondered about that too.

Why did he deserve this? Was it fate?

Dark's chuckling had stopped and the "someone" had left. Maybe Dark had left too, like he usually does for his killing spree. The beads of sweat had disappeared off Jack's forehead from his nightmare. Nightmares are the worst. Your mind can never forget them, unless you do forget about a couple months later.

Jack stared straight at the ceiling. The color black was everywhere. The moon shone through the boarded window. He nuzzled into his hoodie, scared that he probably would have to stay here for the rest of his life. He didn't want that.

He checked the alarm- 2am was shown in red. It had only been one hour. Jack didn't want to fall asleep. He didn't want any nightmares. He decided to think of Mark. His perfect chocolate eyes. Why does Mark think Jack is insane?

None of his other friends thought he was insane. Bob and Wade thought he was fine. So did Felix. Maybe Mark knows what's going on and is trying to hide it. That's something he would do.

Maybe he didn't want to tell Jack. He probably didn't want Jack to get scared, which is like Jack.

Another hour had passed and Jack fell asleep. He didn't plan to. At least he didn't have a nightmare. In Jack's dream, he was with his friends. They were playing Prop Hunt. He missed when he used to do this. Now he can't.

Also in Jacks dream, he was surrounded by plushy sams. It reminded him of his room. Jack slept peacefully.

Dark came back home around four in the morning. He stayed quiet because he didn't want to wake Jack up. Dark had gotten Jack all his plushes and his clothes. Dark had also gotten better food to eat. He had realized what he was doing.

Did Dark like Jack? No.. he couldn't. But in fact he did. Dark didn't want to admit it, but he did have a soft spot for Jack. Like how Jack sleeps. Or how Jack is so shy around Dark. He loved having someone to talk to or hang out with. Dark could get used to having Jack be around, but Dark had to protect him.