Ouija - Danti/Septiplier Fanfiction

Chapter Four

"Jack~," a sweet, soothing yet deep voice echoed. "Jack~," the voice seductively said.

Sitting up, nothing but pitch blackness surrounded me, as if I were blindfolded yet.. still seeing.

"Jack~," called the deep voice again, yet beginning to show a hint of impatience. The voice was extremely deep, like Mark's, yet deeper.

My mouth opened to speak, call out for whoever needed me, but I was somehow mute. I wrapped my hands around my neck frantically, looking around the black void of a room I was in- if it even was a room- and how far out it could be going.

"Jack!" The voice suddenly shouted, less threatening then I thought. It was more of a cry out for help, hopeless, and this time the voice was clearly Mark's original tone.

I shouted, but nothing but air exiled from my lungs. Panicking, I stood up, my fingers gripping my hair in a horrendous manner. My whole body was shaking like a phone vibrating.

Mark was in need of my help, I needed to get to him. But it seems everything was stopping me.

I wasn't stopping, I kept shouting though only air replaced my voice. Shortly after, I fell to my knees, tears threatening to escape my shut eyes.

Then, the same type of wind we felt during the Ouija board rushed in front of me. I wasn't even given the chance to look up when I felt defying cold fingers wrap around my neck, the chills being sent down my spine.

The hand hoisted me up from my knees into the air, my feet dangling limb. My heart dropped as I saw Mark, yet not.. Mark. He was normal looking aside from his eyes, which seemed lifeless and empty with bags underneath them.

"I didn't die," he spoke, his voice echoing although he was right beside me. I tried speaking, but still couldn't.

"I was summoned." His skin then began fading into grey, his once normal vanes exceeding from his arms now turning a darker shade of grey. His eyes snapped into dark, coal eyes, his iris a white ring like the glow of a circular mirror. His clothes morphed from his everyday fashion into a formal suit and tie.

Through out this process, he was screaming and howling cries of agony, as if the normal Mark was inside of this.. creature.. suffering from the torment. And I just watched it all happen as his hand clenched my throat more, halting the air from getting out, creating suffocation.

"Jack!" He kept screaming in between his howls of pain. "Jack!"

"Jack!"

I snapped open my eyes, staring at a worried Felix above me. "Jesus Christ, Jack! You were in a deep sleep!" He said, stumbling off of me from shaking my shoulders.

"What time is it?" I uttered, holding my forehead and squinting as I sat up.

"Uh," he said, looking over at the clock on the side table, "quarter 'til ten. Yesterday you two did that Ouija board."

I sighed and looked around, checking twice I wasn't in that dark void again.

"I mean, you were in a massive heap of sleep, dude. You were squirming as if you couldn't breath, kicking your legs. You okay?" He explained, before looking at me from the doorway.