Antisepticeye Oneshots

Hallucinations pt. 1 (Jack)

Previous Title: Blind
Premise: Strange circumstances make Sean wonder if he's going crazy.
Disclaimer: I wrote this before Jack and Wiishu broke up and she is in this oneshot, so feel free to skip it if it makes you uncomfortable.

"Please... stop!" Sean could barely get the words out as he struggled to stay in control. He felt as if he could collapse to the ground any second, but used the edge of the bathroom sink to keep him standing. He refused let this demon, or whatever it was, win control over his body. He remembered what happened last time, and would do anything to make sure it didn't ever happen again.

His whole body was shaking, and he feared that the monster was too strong, but nevertheless, he kept fighting against it. He swore he could hear the sound of laughter, but couldn't pinpoint where it came from. He shut his eyes tight so he could focus better on staying conscious and keeping the mocking sound of the laughter from distracting him.

"Jack?"

Sean quickly opened his eyes, startled by the voice that called his name. He turned his head to the bathroom door, seeing Signe standing in the doorway.

"Are you okay?" She asked with a concerned look on her face. Sean realized that the invisible monster stopped attacking him.

"Er, y- yeah." He cleared his throat, realizing how fake that sounded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired, that's all." He silently hoped that Signe wouldn't suspect anything wrong. He didn't want her to worry about something as small as this.

"Good, as long as it's nothing serious. I would hate to see you hurt or something." She smiled, and Sean was relieved that she believed him, although he felt a slight pang of guilt from lying straight to her face. "I'm sure your fans would notice something wrong immediately."

Sean felt uncomfortable when people called the community his 'fans'. It made him sound like was a celebrity, which he felt didn't describe him. He wondered why Signe even brought up that up at all. "Yeah, I guess they would."

"Well, you better get some sleep for tomorrow," she said. Sean was appreciative of her caring about him, but they both knew that he would most likely stay up late like usual. "I'm pretty busy right now, but I just wanted to check on you. That ghost is pretty persistent, huh?"

Sean froze, not expecting Signe to bring up the supposed ghost that's been haunting their house. It used to be an inside joke between him and Signe, but now it was as real as ever. He stopped even referring to it as ghost because it seemed so much worse than one. If anything, Sean was being haunted by a demon. How did she even know about what it had been doing to him? He never told her anything about it besides what him and Signe already knew. "Th- the ghost?" Sean immediately regretted how on edge he sounded while speaking. If she didn't suspect anything being wrong before, then she definitely would now.

"Yeah. The lights downstairs keep messing up again. I know how pointless it is for me to complain since we can't do anything about it, but it gets annoying after awhile."

"Oh. Yeah, the lights." Sean agreed with her, trying to seem calm. "I forgot about that, actually." He silently wished she would leave, paranoid that she would find out what was going on with him.

Signe smiled. "I'm surprised you did. I guess you have better things to worry about, don't you?" Her tone was cold as she spoke.

"Better things?" He didn't understand why she was acting so strange.  "Well, um, there's more important things, that's for sure. It's just some messed up lights, Signe." Sean chuckled, trying to relieve the tension between him and Signe that he hadn't realized before. He was normally comfortable around her, but something seemed different about this interaction. He barely noticed that she wasn't in the doorway anymore. He didn't even see her leave.

Sean worried that, now that Signe left, he was going to be attacked again. He glanced up the mirror in front of him for a split second, but had to look again just to make sure he saw his reflection right. Before Sean could even describe what he saw, he jolted away from the mirror hitting the back wall. He tore his eyes away from his reflection, breathing harsh and ragged breaths.

"What the f*ck!?" He shouted without even processing what he was saying, just trying to distract himself from what he saw. The gruesome image appeared in his vision, so he closed his eyes, trying to get the memory of his reflection out of his mind. He didn't want to see it anymore, but it was still in his mind.

The image of him standing there, with his eyes nowhere to be found, leaving empty holes where they should've been. Strange black goop was pouring out of his eye sockets and dripping down his expressionless face. His blank face had no colour in it, just extremely white skin, as if he were dead.

Sean rubbed his hands over his closed eyes, making sure they were still there. He was relieved to find out that he didn't actually lose them, but was beginning to think that's he was losing his mind instead. He was too startled to look back at the mirror. He never wanted to see that disturbing image again. Sean got up from the floor and swung the door open before he ran out of the bathroom. "Signe!" He called, needing her to tell him that everything was okay. To tell him that it was just his mind playing tricks on him. To tell him that he was not losing his mind like he thought he was.

He got no reply, so he checked their bedroom and all of the other rooms on the upstairs floor. He couldn't find her, so he ran downstairs. "Signe, where are you?!" She was not in the living room. Not in the kitchen. Not even outside. He just talked to her, where did she go?

"Signe!" He yelled desperately. He didn't realize how much distress he was in until tears started to fall down his face. Where did she go?! He fell to his knees in the middle of the living room. He must be going crazy. She wasn't home, but he just saw her a few minutes ago.

The room would be silent if it weren't for his heavy breaths and sobs. He pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, using them as some sort of comfort to replace Signe's disappearance. "Signe..." he whispered to no one as he rocked back and forth in the cold, empty room, realizing just how alone he was.