A Date With JackSepticEye

VI

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"You know what, y/n?" A roughly put together collage of songs and talk shows, live on the radio, could be heard from the bedroom's radio. "I think I'm getting bored.."

"Baaabe!" You said, alerted that anti-Sean was back and active again. "He's back again!"

"Let's all play a little game." The strung together words formed a sentence you almost barely made out.

Sean jogged into the room, holding the door's wooden frame as his head peered in cautiously.

"Come here, hurry..!" Sean said in an aggressive whisper, motioning you to get up.

You got up from the couch, sat in the middle of the living room, and ran into his arms, allowing him to hold you in a protective embrace in the kitchen near the front door.

"It's gonna be okay. We're just gonna leave this place for a little bit, okay?" He began petting your hair, rocking your body gracefully from side to side.

You were nearing tears. This ghost, spirit, or whatever was haunting your boyfriend, was getting the better of you. It became a chore just to exist within this apartment: constantly afraid of what could be next.

He pushed back the hair from your face to press his lips against your forehead, caressing your back as he tried to calm you.

"Come on, let's get out of here.." Sean said, his arm around you as he turned for the door.

"I don't think so." The sounds of the static induced radio made its way to the front of the apartment, echoing throughout the room now.

Without another otherworldly sign of something being within these walls, the doors all shut at once: locking themselves afterward.

You screamed, burying your face into your boyfriends chest for hopes to find some safety and comfort in his arms.

Sean held you tightly while looking around the room, hesitant to move anywhere or try anything.

"STOP FUCKIN' WITH US! WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!" Sean yelled, holding you close against him.

"Tch tch tch." A segment of some disappointed man on the radio reverberated through the room you were both stuck in. "Poor Jackie boy, am I scaring you and your lover?.."

"GET THE FUCK OUT! YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE ANYMORE!" Sean yelled, holding your huddled body against his.

You didn't know what would become of this unreal, almost fantasy-esque, situation.

"No, no.. no no NO! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Sean said, letting his arms lose their comforting grasp he had around you.

You noticed Sean had spoken before the radio had a chance to respond. Worried, you approached him; following him as he backed away from you.

"Sean..?" You anxiously asked.

Sean failed to respond, giving you a serious of labored groans. He sounded as if he were choking or trying to breathe.

You carefully placed your hands on Sean's upper arms while his palms gripped handfuls of his hair.

"Y-You—.. You leave her OUT OF THIS!" Sean cried out, distressed and desperate.

He didn't seem to take notice that you were in front of him: preoccupied with whatever could've been torturing him internally.

Breaking the discouraging inattentiveness Sean showed towards you, he began to stumble backward, swatting your arms off and away from him.