Disclaimer: I don't own Smosh, nor anyone associated with them

Hey guys, so I'm super glad you guys like this story, anyway I have lots planned and no, he isn't the thing that possessed Anthony, he's someone totally different, and...maybe someday I will do another spinoff of Scary Smosh, but for now...enjoy this chapter.


Anthony noticed that for the rest of the day there seemed to be something...different about Ian, he was more quiet, reserved and seemed to keep to himself. So finally, at lunchtime afer getting their lunch, Anthony dragged Ian out of the cafeteria onto the stairwell.

" So, why are we eating lunch here?" Asked Ian.

" Because this is our spot, and here we can tell each other anything, and nothing leaves this spot ever." Said Anthony, looking at Ian, who chuckled and looked at his best friend.

" You're hinting at something, I can tell." Said Ian, before popping a tater tot in his mouth.

" Ian whats been going on? I mean...first this morning, and you've been acting wierd all day...and when Mr. Chandler was talking..you seemed tense." Said Anthony, Ian stopped and picked at his food...unsure as to tell Anthony or not. Then again, after what he and Anthony had gone through, maybe he'd listen...or maybe he wouldn't said a small voice in his mind. He sighed and looked up at Anthony, who was waiting expectantly.

" Last night I had this weird dream, and...the new teacher he, its..its complicated." Said Ian, Anthony nodded, and inched closer, as Ian told him about the nightmare last night. Anthony gently placed a hand on his shoulder, and smiled softly.

" Well I'm fine...and now that the thing is gone I always will be, and if you ever have a nightmare like that again, you can call me." Said Anthony, Ian smiled and looked at him.

" Even if its 3 in the morning?" He asked, a slight teasing tone to his voice. Anthony smiled and nodded his head, making Ian chuckle, before sighing.

" Tater tot?" He asked, Anthony smiled and nabbed a few, making Ian scoff and playfully shove Anthony.

" Hey I only offered one." He replied, jokingly, making Anthony chuckle before realizing he'd never really explained the deal with the teacher, only that it was complicated.

" So, what about Mr. Chandler then?" He asked, immediately Ian tensed up, and the small stairwell got colder, as the happy atmosphere from just a second ago disappeared.

" Like I said its complicated." Said Ian, wanting to avoid the subject, Anthony knew there was more to the story, than meets the eye.

" Ian-"

" Look just drop it ok?" Snapped Ian, much to Anthony's surprise as Ian had never really snapped at him before. Ian shook his head, ignoring the hurt look on Anthony's face as he tossed his lunch and walked off. When he remembered that Anthony was his ride home.

" Not such a good friend are you Ian?" Came Chandler's cold voice, The bowl haired youth turned around, read to punch him in the face...when he remembered that the guy was a teacher, and he didn't want to possibly get expelled.

" You stay the hell away from me, and stay the hell away from Anthony." Threatened Ian, glaring at him, the techer chuckled and walked away. He wasn't scared of some boy, but he knew that the boy knew something...just like before...at least this time he had an advantage. His eyes flickered over to Anthony, before walking away.

" Dude, theres something else and its not just the nightmares." Said Anthony, Ian bit his lip...his back facing Anthony.

" Its nothing ok, look I'm just not feeling well ok? I'll cya later.' Said Ian, before heading off making Anthony sigh. He recalled how Ian had helped him, when he was acting strange...when the thing was inside of him...well now it was his turn. He ditched class, and went to the library, researching nightmares and their meanings.

Ian sat in the middle of class, and tried to concentrate on writing notes...wincing as he saw flashes running through his mind...flashes of blood...of bodies wrapped in cellophane...in ice...he shook his head, and tried to concentrate. Feeling very light headed and dizzy...finally, after 6th period, Ian went to Anthony's car and got in.

" You ok?" He asked, noticing how pale Ian seemed.

" Y'know how I told you about the nightmare?" He asked, Anthony nodded listning intently.

" Promise not to think I'm cazy?" Asked Ian, the darker haired teen nodded, though after everything they'd experienced last week who was he to judge? He listened as Ian told him about how he'd get these strange dreams and how...he was getting these strange flashes during class. Anthony placed a hand on his shoulder, Ian looked at his best friend.

" I don't know, I mean...I don't know why I've been getting them, ever since I transferred here I stopped getting them...until now." Mumbled Ian under his breath.

" When you saw him?" Asked Anthony, Ian sighed and nodded.

" Anthony its just...he's...he's bad news ok? Just trust me on this, promise me that you won't be alone with him, or anything...ok, promise?" He asked, his blue eyes looking into his friend's brown ones. Anthony nodded, there was more to the story that Ian wasn't letting on...but he could tell Ian really didn't feel lke talking about it.

" Sorry I snapped at you by the way...back there." Said Ian.

" Its fine, " Said Anthony with a friendly smile, they went to Ian's house and played a round of Halo, as well as ate pizzas. When Anthony left to go home, that night, Ian huffed, and took a deep intake of breath groaning as beads of sweat ran down his forehead.

Running. Screaming. Blood. He was running, but it was someone else...the person tripped, and was dragged back to a car...

He woke up in a cold sweat, not even bothering to see the rest...he knew how this was going to end...he bit his lip and curled up into a ball underneath the covers, refusing to sleep. The next day, he focused on his cereal...on the news, they talked of a girl having gone missing last night...her body found in a ditch.

He winced, remembering his nightmare last night.

After his mom dropped him off, he saw all the news trucks and cameras infront of the school. He looked up as Anthony walked over to him. He sighed and looked down at the ground, when his best friend hugged him.