Jack's Girl

40: Your Dream

You never got cold sweats.

Much less wake up with one.

You figured it was your dream you had that night. How unsettling it was and how you couldn't stop crying.

You couldn't remember the dream. All you could remember was the tears streaming down your face. Your head and neck where strained to the point of exhaustion.

Your brain fluttered with half memories of the dream. Your heart overflowing with different emotions.

Whatever that dream was it riled you up. It made you crave answers.

You got up and went to wash your face. Then you downed a tall glass of cold water and hopped back in your bed.

You laid there on your back for a good minute then shut your eyes really tight.

You forced yourself back to sleep.

You forced the dream once more.

The dream started in a white room. Well at least you thought it was a room. It didn't seem to have walls. It was just infinite white.

You looked around, trying to find something familiar.

Then you turned to see a man in a suit. He looked to be monochrome. Like a black and white film.

His hair was floofy. It seemed like he didn't care to much about it.

You stared at him confusedly.

He appeared at your front, inches away from your face.

Your muscles stiffened.

"Come back for more?" The man asked.

"So this is the same dream." You discovered.

The man laughed. "It's so cute how you think you're in control of this realm."

"Realm?" You question.

"This 'dream'. It's a realm where my power is superior." He answers.

"You have no power over me or my dreams." You state.

The man grinned evilly. With a snap of his fingers the scene changes.

It turns dark and sad. Like it was raining in a building.

"What is this places?" You ask.

"My prison." He says. His face, that wasn't very visible, was now as sharp as a blade. You knew him to be Mark.

"Im afraid that I didn't explain everything to your liking. But you should address me as Darkiplier." He adds.

You nod sheepishly. "Why are you here then? What's your purpose?"

Darkiplier sighed. "Please forgive me but I had to warn you. Jack is very vulnerable right now. If his emotions get toyed with it'll be all over."

"What are you talking about?" You ask.

Darkiplier pointed off in the distance. When his pointer finger locks, a stage light is pointed on a different man sitting in a chair.

The man looked way to much like Sean that it sent a shiver up your back.

"This is Jack's evil persona. He's currently in a coma. But he's still very strong. He's a young persona but still powerful. I had to lock him up in the back of Jack's mind just to keep him stable." He walked around the man slowly as he explained.

"Stable?" You puzzled.

"The slightest shock and he'll blow up. He's way to much for Jack right now." He says.

"Who is he?" You ask.

"Antisepticeye. One of the craziest personas I've ever mentored." Darkiplier looked uneasy at his words.

"What would happen if he did blow up?" You had way to many questions but you felt like your dream was about to end.

"Sean would get hurt."

Darkiplier's words made you cry. You didn't know how or why but you just kept crying. It strained your head and neck.

You jolted up from your bed. The light of the morning sun peeked into your room. Sydney's side was a mess but with no Sydney. She probably had classes.

You scanned your desk for a pencil and paper.

When you found some, you jotted down everything you could remember about your dream.