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Sunday 12th November ~ 8:34pm

Jack's POV:

"HELP!! ANYONE?!"

The steel bars rattled in my grip, all of my weight thrown into every jerking motion, yet I didn't leave a dent. My hands tugged at the edge of my hoodie.

I was locked in a cell.

Anxiety dominated my thoughts, and I struggled to get ahold of myself. I had lost control of my body. Somebody was keeping me here.

They could easily kill me.

"Sean - stay positive," I consoled myself, backing away from the bars. My eyes darted around the concrete cell. "Don't panic."

I caught sight of a small vent on one side of the room, yet my body would never fit through such a tiny gap.

There was no way from me to escape.

"I'm..." I breathed. "I'm gonna get outta this."

I had time to figure this out. I was going to escape and see my family again, and Mark, and everyone I cared about. There had to be a way.

Right?

"Freaking out, really Sean?"

I flinched, the silhouette in the doorway snickering. He was enjoying this.

"You - You aren't him!" I accused, clenching my fists. The shadow's laughter stopped. "You're just trying to freak me out. He isn't real, I know he isn't -"

The man stepped into the light, a gasp getting trapped in my throat.

"I took control of you, and you still think I'm a lie?"

His soulless black eyes watched me stumble back into the wall. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The man who marched towards me had my face, my physique. It was like I had a twin.

"You... You can't be real."

Anti stepped straight through the bars. Glitches in and out of existence. Like he was a hologram.

"Fuck-!"

Anti snatched my collar and slammed me into the wall hard. "You don't get to tell me what's real, Jackaboy." He growled. I squirmed, yet Anti punched the wall and rattled me into stopping. "You're not the one in control anymore!"

My mind wasn't functioning. This was all a little too much to comprehend.

"Wh-What do you want with me-!?"

Anti dropped me.

He smirked, similar in shape to the bloodied slit in his throat. "You're gonna be my little test subject, Jackie dearest."

I watched him head to the bars, unlocking the cell door. I had questions that I couldn't ask.

"What?" I said, It was the only word I could choke out.

"It'll be fun, don't worry about it."

Anti crossed his arms, staring at me. I couldn't figure out what was going on.

He snapped.

"Move. Before. I fucking. MAKE YOU!"

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Mark's POV:

It was the late evening when I got out of Jack's apartment. Lucky for me I knew where he kept his spare keys.

On the journey home my mind was stuck on the evidence. I'd spent hours rummaging through it all and I was still no closer to knowing where Jack was.

The police had left behind reports, stating that Jack's recording room had been a wreak - his chair overturned, camera and various equipment smashed - all showing signs of a struggle. A kitchen knife had been found in one corner of the room, thankfully no blood staining the blade.

His neighbours reported that he'd been screaming.

But the worst part was definitely seeing it for myself. The increased dread I got from seeing the black paint staining the wall, spelling out:

HE'S MINE.

I had never been more horrified or confused in my life.

It hurt worse than I'd thought possible to know I could've done something, and that even now I was useless. I kept running through the call in my head. Hearing his voice pleading with me.

And the effects. Why the Antisepticeye effects?

Nothing made any sense.

But I should've been out doing something.

Instead I found myself back where I started.

Heavy footsteps brought me into my house - exhaustion collapsing me onto the couch.  I buried my face in cushions to block out the sobs.

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Not happy with this one. Eh. Hope you guys are enjoying it at least. :3