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I sat at my desk with my new laptop on, thinking, what should I do now? The possibilities were endless. I checked the time. It just turned 7:59 P.M. Jacksepticeye's new video should be uploaded in a minute, so I typed in YouTube, clicking on it, going to subscriptions, and Jacksepticeye's channel.
A new video appeared on his list. 'A Late Reading Your Comments.' Hmm, I've never seen him do a late one. It was winter and dark outside. I know it's dark in Ireland too, as I live in the UK. I clicked on the video, putting it full screen as his intro played loudly through my speakers. My family were all downstairs and couldn't hear me from the room I'm in, so I could have it as loud as I like. I started laughing as Jack responded to a hate comment, then my bedroom light went out. Scared of the dark I jumped, slightly ashamed to be at 19 years of age.
I took a deep breath as things went quiet. I went to pause the video to go get a new bulb from my dad, but it wouldn't pause. Maybe the laptop froze.
'Well, I've still got the screen light. I'll finish this video first.'
I paid attention to the video properly, looking at the screen. Jack had gone quiet, smiling out at me unblinkingly. 'That's strange,' I thought, 'What's he up to?'
“I'm behind you,” he said. I laughed nervously. Jack is succeeding at being somewhat creepy.
“Yeah right,” I said to myself as if I was speaking to Jack. It almost seemed like he was staring at me.
“You don't believe me? I dare you to turn around,” he replied like he was answering. Then, I heard my water bottle clatter to the floor.
“Shhhhh!” a voice said as my screen went black, and I was left in the dark with only a little light peeping through my curtains from the street lights outside. My heart started racing. I didn't move as fear started to consume me. I repeated to myself in my head, 'You love Jack. He's not scary!'
I didn't dare turn around.
“W-who are y-you?” I managed to stutter. I heard a laugh just like Jack's, but more robotic, like when he edited his voice for Flowey.
“I like to go by Antisepticeye or Antijack,” he said, casually. I clenched my hands.
“... Like a dark, evil version of Sean?” I asked.
He chuckled, confirming my question. “Yes.”
My eyes had adjusted to the darkness a little more. I heard his footsteps come towards me then stop. I just knew he was right behind me. My back hurt from sitting in the same place for so long. I wanted to move, run.
“Are you going to kill me?” I whimpered, tears forming in my eyes.
“Turn around!” he demanded. I did as asked, trying to see what was before me.
A silhouette of Jack was what I made out from the darkness through my blurry eyes. The laptop screen came on behind me. Fluctuating black and white, shining light upon the figure.
I covered my mouth before I could scream. His beautiful blue eyes were now black nothingness, ears pointed like a troll. He smirked, holding a small knife.
“Aww, don't you like what you see?” he pouted. My cheeks flushed and my heart couldn't race any faster.
“What happened to you, Jack?” I sobbed. I could tell he rolled his eyes.
“I'm not Jack. I'm just a creation from his mind. More of an alter ego with a little help from Darkiplier. You can probably guess who he is. Well, I was freed. That pathetic excuse for a man needed someone stronger,” he explained. I looked at him. Confusion and anger overrode my fear.
“Jack isn't a pathetic excuse for a man! He's kind and funny, the best person I've ever come across, and I can't see how he could ever make something as twisted as you!” I shouted.
Anti grabbed me by the arm, dragging me off the chair, and throwing me to my bedroom floor. I looked up at him in shock as he knelt down with one hand, grabbing me by my shirt and the other holding the knife to my neck.
“If you're so fookin brave, raise your voice to me again. I'll take great pleasure in it." I held still, feeling the cold blade almost against my neck.
“What do you want from me?” I pleaded. He grinned, amused at my question.
“Ooo, we're getting to the good part, but I can wait a bit longer. I'll see you again tomorrow,” he said, disappearing as everything went dark.
I opened my eyes to the sound of Jacksepticeye's voice playing on my laptop. The brightness of my bedroom light was almost blinding.
“Was that all just a dream?” I muttered to myself, turning off my laptop and getting up. I felt a stinging, burning pain on my neck. I grabbed my mirror to check. There was a slice where Antijack held the knife. I sat down on my bed, burying my face in my hands. It wasn't a dream. He's toying with me. What could he want from one in 10 million fans of Jack? I'm not scared to die, but I don't want to die by his hands.
I closed my eyes. I just needed some proper sleep, ready for the next day.
After the incident, I didn't watch Jacksepticeye. Just Markiplier. I still loved Jack and it hurt, but I was afraid to. I sat eating a mini bag of popcorn, giggling at Mark when I felt a hand on my shoulder and the video froze. I dropped my popcorn in shock.
No, it can't be.
“Did you think not watching Jack's videos would get rid of me?” he said into my ear. It tickled, but not in a good way. It caused me to flinch. I got up to elbow him when he grabbed my arm and pulled it behind. It hurt like crazy, feeling like it could snap. I let out a whine in pain.
“Nice try. You make things so much fun.”
I liked pain, but not this kind. I didn't want a broken arm either. I didn't want to get pleasure from him.
“Let go!” I screamed.
He chuckled teasingly. “What's the magic word?”
“Please,” I begged. He pulled me back and threw me on my bed. I rubbed my arm and looked at him confused. “Just tell me what you want!” I cried.
He almost climbed on top of me, as I sat sideways with my legs dangling off the side. He smiled, stroking the healing cut on my neck. It caused shivers to run through my body. I took a sharp breath and thought, 'What the heck is he doing?'
“I want you to guess what I want,” he giggled, grabbing my chin, so I'd look at him. I couldn't stand looking at him. It was looking at my hero, my best friend, doing this.
“I don't know, cookies?” I joked nervously.
“You and Sean are too alike,” he shook his head, disgusted. I looked at him.
“W-why do you say that? How?”
He sighed. “You're so dense,” he replied. I glared at him. He leant forward, his nose to mine. I felt his warm breath on my face.
“Wha-” I started to speak but was cut off by him.
“Shhhh,” he whispered and kissed me. My eyes widened, shocked until the instinct to close overcame them. Blushing, I kissed back.
What was the choice? I didn't have one but started to enjoy it as he slipped his tongue in my mouth, pushing me against the wall. He bit my lip briefly, leaving behind a stinging, tingling sensation. Then, he stopped and disappeared.
I woke up in bed this time. Why is it like some nightmare? Also, why did I kiss him back? I was angry with myself.