Jacksepticeye GT AU Oneshots (COMPLETE)

Imposter

Suggested By nightfurygirl123a

The exact words he said in your nightmare repeated in your mind like circles.

"I̛'m͘ ́c͜o͏min͜g̢."

It was horrific. You didn't want to remember any of what had happened.

Jack knew something was up with the way you were acting around him. He looked almost identical to what you assumed was his alter-self... which you now realized that it made sense.

You didn't want to be around Jack often all of a sudden, which is what mostly got him suspicious of you. This was because his face forced your mind to recognize that of the dream- no, not even a dream- a nightmare.

You. Yes you. The person who's reading this right now.

You're curious as to what happened in that nightmare, aren't you? I don't understand. Why would you want to remember?

You should be happy you didn't get to read that nightmare- unless, of course, you're crazy enough to find it somehow pleasurable to read that kind of genre of writing. But as far as I'm concerned, majority of you are in for the fluff sort of genre, which is exactly why I'm not telling you what happened.

You're welcome.

For those who are in that group of "crazy willing people," make up your mind. Let your imagination run wild. Anything could have happened.

Of course, though, I'd be the only one who knew what exactly happened...

On with the story, you were nibbling at a small portion of bread Jack had given to you on the kitchen table. He sat there with you, making you uncomfortable, and you tried to avoid eye contact as much as possible.

In the corner of your eye, you thought you saw Jack lean closer in on you a few times, which you couldn't understand why, but he pulled back up straight every time.

Once you were full of bread, you stood up and began to walk away and towards the edge of the table top, but after you had walked a few feet forwards (in your point of view), a finger pinched you by the back of your shirt, and pulled you back, forcing you to go face-to-face with Jack, who's chin was rested on the kitchen table. If it wasn't for that nightmare, you wouldn't be trembling out of your skin right now.

Being so close to Jack, he could see this. It was abnormal of you, since you'd been living with Jack for a few months now, and you'd never shake when he would be up close to you like this. It would make you uncomfortable, yes, but not to the point where you'd be scared for your life.

"Why are ye shakn' so much (Y/n)?" He kept his finger pinching at your shirt so you couldn't run away, only making you remembered the events of the nightmare even more.

"I dunno..." You lied, mumbling.

"Why don't ya want to be around me all of a sudden?" He asked.

Your guts flushed in pain as you were filled with guilt. You hung your head down, looking away from Jack again.

"I'm sorry..." You murmured.

Jack's eyebrows furrowed together.

"Come on (Y/n), ya gotta speak up about things if ya want them ta get any better!"

You stayed silent. Jack was about to say something to you, when all of a sudden, a door clicked in the distance. Jack's eyes snapped towards the hallway, and your entire small form did too.

A shadow emerged from the floor, quickly following an entire figure. The shiloutte was in the shape of Jack, with the only difference being the hairstyle and the clothing choice.

The figure finally emerged from the darkness completely, and you screamed to who it was. You ended up backtracking into Jack's cheek, and he quickly grabbed you in a secure hold in his hands, standing up from the table.

"What the hell- Anti why the fuck are you here!" Jack snapped at him as he backed away, whilst you were clinging onto his fingers for dear life, crying.

"W͢ha͘t̕ ͏ar͜e yo̶u̧ tal͝kín͜g͝ abo͞u̕t̀? ̡Wh̵o͞ th͟e h͝el̴l ͏i͝s̕ ̢sh̛e?̢"

You recognized the voice.

"That's none of your business. You shouldn't be here." Jack said, starting to get more confident, while you weren't feeling any better.

"H-he's lying-g..." You shivered, huddling yourself together even closer.

Anti looked down at you with an angered expression.

"What̀ ̨the̴ ̀fu̸c̡k̵ d͜i͡d͟ ͏ýóu ju̕s̨t sa͜y t͝o͟ h̸i͟m?͞" He snared at you, making you whimper.

"Shut up Anti. What the hell did you do to her?" Jack shot back at him.

"I͘ ̀ju͞st̕ t̸old ͟y͡o͢u al̀r̡e͘a̶dy͘, ͜I̛ ͜don't e̶v̛eǹ ̢k̨n͟ow͡ her͡. ̨I͜ dơn'̡t k̷n͝òw ͠what śhe͟'ś t̵a̴l͜kinǵ abo̧u͘t̵.̸" Anti tried to explain, but Jack wouldn't buy it.

"Th-the dream... y-you..." You pointed at Anti, unable to even finish your sentence.

"Dream?" Jack looked at Anti confused.

"You can't go into people's dreams, can you?" He asked him.

"N͢o͜. ̧Not͏ ͘at al͏l̶.͞ ͢" Anti shook his head.

"The̸ ͜on̴lý ͏p̨er͠s͡on͞ I ͏kno͢w̛ ͢t͞ha͡t ̕ca̕n is...͝" Anti paused for a moment, before his facial expression shifted into pure rage, making you nervous.

"T̨͢h̶a̢͟͏t ̢̨s̵͞ò̀n ̴̛of ̶͟͡a͢ ̴͝b͢i͞t͝ch͡!̴̕" Anti gritted his teeth together in anger, and started to glitch violently.

Jack stepped back out of caution.

"Woah woah woah Anti calm down!"

He didn't listen.

"I͞'̷͘͞m̢̛ ̢͏ǵó̷́n͜͠na̛ ̸̶̵k̶̕í̴l̸̛l̀͝ ̴tha̡͝t f̶̢̧u̶̵c͘͠kin͜͜g ̷çh͡i̕̕l̵d̡͞͝'̢s̢͝ ̵p̶̢l̀̕͘ay̴̛!̵̨"

Jack paused for a moment, recognizing the nickname.

"Wait a second, Dark?"

Anti began to glitch away.

"Ţ͢h̷e͜ ̷o̶͘nly p̵̧è̛́r̢s͘ò̴ņ ̨wh̷͢o͟ ģ̷e̶t͜͡s̸̵̨ ̵̕t͘͞͏ơ ̵͡į͟m͟͜pe͏r͏͟s̵̢o͢n̢͞at̨̨e͞ ̶̡m͟é͘ is̴ ̶Ḿ̕E."

Before Jack or you could say anymore, Anti disappeared. You looked up at Jack, completely confused.

"Wh-... what's he doing?" You asked.

Jack chuckled.

"Anti's about to get himself into mischievous trouble."

The End