Antisepticeye Oneshots

Nightmare (Jack)

I wanted to base this off of the Anti appearances lately, specifically the end of the 'Dark Silence' video, although it's not exactly the same as the video.

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Jack looked frantically around in the darkness. He had no idea where he was or how he got here, but something told him he had to get out of this place. Vague memories of recording different lets plays appeared in his head, but they felt less like memories and more like a dream that he could scarcely remember.

There was an object in his hand that he hadn't noticed before. He was subconsciously grasping onto it. He fumbled it around in his hand, trying to figure out what it was without his sight to help him, and he came to the conclusion that it was a lighter.

He tried flicking it on. It took multiple times until it finally worked properly. He took notice of his surroundings, filled with relief. However, that feeling vanished as soon as it came when everything around him turned an intense shade of red.

A hallway appeared around him, being built in front of his eyes. The source of the crimson light came from an open door down the hall, and in the doorway stood a man, although he couldn't figure out who it was due to the light shining in his eyes. Something told him that this man wasn't here to help him.

A sliver of what seemed to be a memory passed by him. 'You need to wake up', he said, but he couldn't place a name. It was on the tip of his tongue, but it felt as if something was trying to keep the memory from him. He wracked his brain in hopes that he could dig up the memory. He knew it was important. Then it came to him.

Chase. But, more names came into his head.

Henrik.

Marvin.

His friends. The man knew where they were, Jack was sure of it.

"Where are they?" He asked, but didn't get answer. The man had his friends.

What friends?

He couldn't remember the names, although he just knew them a moment ago. He had to remember. He had to...

But he couldn't figure out what exactly he had to remember, if he had to remember something at all.

Why was he here? Why couldn't he remember anything? Who was this man?

"What do you want from me?!" He shouted. He needed answers now. He just wanted everything to go back normal. He didn't want to be caught up in this confusing mess.

The man just started laughing and walking toward him. The sound echoed around the room. Jack recognized him. The man looked exactly like him.

He tilted his head to the side. "Aww, Jack, are you having trouble remembering who I am?" He teased. As he came closer, everything distorted around him. It looked as if the man was glitching between spots.

Jack wanted to back away. He wanted to run. He wished it was just a dream, but this felt more real than any memories he had at the moment. He had to get answers. "Who are you?" His attempt at trying to seem brave failed as his voice trembled.

The man stopped a few feet away from him, still glitching in the spot. He held a knife loosely in his hands, as if it was a normal thing to have.

Jack swallowed. Was he planning on using it?

"You know me, Jack." He simpered, clearly amused by something Jack didn't understand. His whole body glitched again so he was standing directly in front of Jack. He grinned, turning his head so he showed his neck, and Jack saw the disturbing slice that stretched along his throat. Dried blood ran along the horizontal cut, and Jack wanted to vomit at the sight. How was he still alive? His attention was pried away from the man's—no, this wasn't a man, this was a monster—the monster's injury when he continued speaking.

And everything in Jack's body froze once he heard the words this monster spoke next.

"I'm your worst nightmare."