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Nightmare

The entire hospital was empty, the light in his room flickering like a horror game.

"Hello?" Jack called out, slowly sitting up.

He heard no reply except for his own voice echoing back to him.

Jack winced in pain as his throat burned with pain, something warm and sticky running down the front of his shirt.

He put a hand to his neck, pulling it back to see that it was stained crimson with his own blood.

"Thank god you're awake, you've had me very worried."

Schneeplestien was standing in the doorway, his blue eyes tinged with concern.

"You're not real, how are you here?" Jack frowned in confusion.

"I'd be more vorried about Anti than me." Schneep remarked, walking further into the room.

"Anti?" Jack repeated worriedly.

"Don't vorry about him, Chase, Marv, and I vill take care of you." Schneep promised.

"Can you bandage my neck up?" Jack asked, changing the subject. He figured that it would be better to accept that his egos were real for now than question it since he was possibly dying.

"Hey hey dude, glad to see ya up!" Chase exclaimed as he walked in, NERF gun in hand.

"It's magic that you're alive." Marv mused as he entered the room.

"Alright, Anti is somewhere in the building, we just have to keep him away from Jack while he heals." Schneep interjected, clapping his blue gloved hands together.

"Sounds like a video game." Jack muttered.

"We're far from any kind of video game." Chase stated grimly, tightening his grip on his NERF gun.

""͕̲̻͕͇̭̮G̢̦̹͈̟͜l҉̣̳̜͍̞͎̰͟a҉͍͍͙̳̳̭͈̹̀̕d̷̴̪̱̖̖̝͙̳̠͕ ̢͙̞̭̳͔̦̺͜͠I̗̦̲͉̕'̸̻͔̤̥͖̹̻͞m̺̙̖̱̺̩̼͟ ̸̴̨̩̟̠͚̙͓i̢̼̣̤͙̞̰̱͓͕͟͠n̖̘̟ ̸̮̤̠̝̭t̪̠̬̲̀i̢̝͓̯̞͍̠̳͙͝m͔̥e̷̩̠̤̖̳͓̕ ̢͏̼̩f̙̰̤̺̜̙̟̘̖͞o͇͚̫̲͉͢͞r̻̻̱͎̩̳̙̕ͅ ̶̜̻̟̞̪́́ͅt̨̢̛͍̘̥͖̜͙h̛͔̣̹̲̘͓͓ȩ̵̗̹̠͇͓͇̜ͅ ̯̭͇̠̦͜͞p̶҉͙͚̞̱̗̯͈a҉̛͖̦̞̲̺̠r̤̱̖t̫̘̱͓͙̝̫͎͞͠͝y̢҉̯̱͙͇̼.̴͙͔͔̣͔̕"̵̞̝͟

Everyone turned to find Anti standing outside the room with a psychotic grin.

Before he could attack, Jackaboy-Man intervened by tackling him against the wall.

"Let's go!" Chase exclaimed, running out of the room.

Before Jack could get out of bed himself, Schneep scooped Jack up bridal style and carried him out of the room and down the hall away from Anti at a sprint, causing Jack's head to bounce against Schneep's chest.

"What about the others?" Jack mumbled wearily, the blood loss starting to affect him.

"We have to keep you alive, otherwise we're all dead anyway." Schneep explained coldly.

Jack watched as white wall after white wall whizzed past him in a blur as Schneep kept moving, constantly looking over his shoulder to watch out for Anti.

Jack suddenly felt a stab of pain in his chest as if he was being stabbed, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Guys, Jackaboy-Man is down." Chase panted as he ran up to them, blood trailing down his forehead from a gash above his left eyebrow.

"Was he stabbed in the heart?" Jack whispered softly.

"Yes." Chase nodded solemnly.

"Why did I feel his pain?" Jack swallowed hard, blinking tears from his eyes.

"He's a part of you, just like Schneep, Marv, Anti, and me are." Chase explained quickly, glancing over his shoulder.

"I'm scared." Jack whispered.

No one responded since they had no way to comfort him.

"We should try sticking together, that should work better." Chase decided, following Schneep down the hall past rows of more empty rooms.

"Marv?" Schneep called out.

"͕͇̀͝T̵̥̗̰̺̀͝r͔̦̣̝̩̟̺͎͡y̨͙̤͜ ͏͇̳̬̳̘̞̫̜̩͝a̡͏̙̠̟g͘͞҉͉̥͎a̸̜̤̖͖͓͕͘ͅi̧͔̕n҉̜̜̞̫.͏̥̺̩̻͕̣͎"͕͖͙̘ Anti grinned as he appeared in front of them.

"Anti." Schneep growled.

"Guys, I'll distract him, you two go." Chase whispered quietly to Schneep.

"Chase-"

"Go." Chase repeated in determination, glaring at Anti as Schneep retreated back.

It wasn't long until Jack felt two more stabs of pain, one across his neck Ike his theist was being slit open again and the second one in the stomach.

That meant only Jack and Schneep were left.

Schneep had tears in his eyes as he shuffled slower at a much slower pace, his features etched with defeat.

The only thing at the end of the hallway was a dead end.

"͓̜͉̀͘͟I̫͍̟̺͈͠ ̸̤̦̮̠̦̰͔͈̖́͜ḵ̠n̦̦̮̺̱͢͠ͅè͓̼́͜w̜̱̬̟̪̣̦ ̨̩͚y̖̫o̢̝̳̺̦̘̹̦͝͠u͏̬͇̰͞ ̗̟͖̝̭͍̪͔̗͢͡c̦͙̜͍̤̘͍ͅò̵̧̙͙̪̠͈u̻͚̕l̷̻̤͚͈̬̣ͅḑ̳̱͍͎̬n̪̥̤'̦̗̪t̵͈͇̮̠͟ ͔̘̤̥͓͍̕ͅr̩͓͕̕͜͠u͏̹͖͓̰n̺̠͓̩͡ ̢̨͙̞͢a͔̪͜n̸̥̖̲̻͓͕̟d͈͓̲̗̼͡ ̨͕͎̙̱̙̳͍̣͝͠ͅh̠͚̰̦i͚͓̘̙̰̭̦̪̬̕ḍ̷̸̛͇̳e͈͈̱͚̯̰ ̤̼͙͜f̧̜͙͠o̸̲͇̟̤͘r̨̤͚͡e̩̥̱̠̟͈̯̱͚̕v̢̞͕̥̰͟e҉̱̹̬̟̜̱͞ͅr̻̭͘.̸̢͚̗̼͚͟"͕̙͚͖̞

Anti was blocking their only escape, his knife glistening with fresh blood in the dim flickering lights above them.

"Of course I've failed again, I can't save any of my patients." Schneep cursed quietly so only Jack could hear.

Jack let his eyes close as he heard footsteps approach them before silence.

"Jack?"

Jack's eyes flew open to see Signe standing over his bed at their home in Brighton.

"You ready for breakfast?" Signe asked.

Jack blinked in confusion, trying to process what was happening.

He was home.

Signe was here.

Anti wasn't.

"Yeah." Jack shook his head as he got out of bed and followed Signe to the kitchen.

He still felt a lingering pain in his neck as he glanced out the window in his room, swearing he saw Anti's shadow as he left.

Sorry if the ending sucks, I didn't know how to end it. Let me know if you have a better ending idea and what you thought of the book overall in the comments below!