Wonderous Blue

Not So Sweet Dreams | Sleepover 4/4

Warning: This gets gory!
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     I quickly began losing consciousness, and I could only hope that nothing bad would happen.

Mark's POV:
I opened my eyes, feeling a dull pain all over my body. Confused, I looked around the unfamiliar room. It had a eggshell-white walls, with a large amount of cracks sprinkled onto them. Beneath me were cement floors. It was so dark that I could only see a few feet in front of me.

The weirder part was that I had legs again, but they were chained to wall, making me immobile. I could hardly move a few feet without being restrained back towards the wall. I tried to move my arms around, but they were chained to the wall like my legs. I tried escaping them, but all that happened was a lot of clacking and clattering.

      Looking down, I saw that I was currently wearing a red worn-down shirt and brown threadbare pants that felt like the material of a potato or flour sack.

      I felt something on the top of my head. "Tim?" I whispered. I could hear some clicking to confirm my suspicions. "At least we're together." I could hear some agreeable clicking. I looked ahead, trying to find something to escape with, or at the very least an escape path if I do get out. Nada.

      I am definitely dreaming, but what's happening? I've never had a nightmare like this before. My own thoughts echoed throughout the room, giving me goosebumps.

"I can answer that, Mark Fischbach," A voice, sounding a strangely deeper version of my own, called out from the darkness.

"Who are you? How do you know me? Show yourself!" I daringly called out. This was beyond creepy, but I wouldn't let him know that.

"Why Mark... I'm surprised that you couldn't tell," The thing said in a mock offended tone. The figure stepped out of the darkness."I'm apart of you, the other side of you. You can call me Dark."

This "Dark" guy looked almost exactly like me, except he had paler skin and red irises. He was wearing a gray tuxedo and a red tie. He seemed to be glitching in and out of reality. This is some fucked up culmination my brain made up. I struggled against the chains, trying to feel enough pain to wake up from this nightmare. At least this "thing", I guess doppelgänger, wouldn't exist after I woke up.

     "I can even prove it," Dark suddenly looked just like me. The same red shirt, the same pants. The same dark brown eyes, the same tanned skin. He even had the red hair on the top of his head, which was kind of surprising since I didn't think I would have it as a human. He turned back to his original self.

"That can't be possible..." I muttered, shaking my head at the ground. "No, no, no, no, no..." I began to repeat.

Dark walked up to me, forcing my head up with his finger. "Oh but dear Mark, it is," He said with fake sympathy. "You'll learn to love me Pet."

"I'm not your pet!" I shouted, trying to attack him from my restraints. He slapped my face, making my head go to the other direction. I stopped moving against the chains. I could practically feel the hand mark taking form on my left cheek.

"Wrong answer." Dark smirked. I shrank down a little in my chains.

"Where is here? Why are you here?" I asked irritatedly.