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

Hey guys, so for some reason, Smosh and Snow White didn't really update well...which is weird, anyway I hope the bug is fixed now. Now, here we'll get to see a black out...and, yeah, I hope it meets your guys' expectations considering how much I've been building up to it. and I have to do this really quick because I only have three...four hours until class starts.

Also pleanty of Ianthony Bromance in this chapter.

Anthony and Ian looked up, as after a few minutes...hey heard Kevin, crying to his dad...and Anthony's mother trying to reason with Frank...Matthew ran in, immediately shutting the door behind him.

" He looks really mad Anthony." Whimpered Matthew, immediately going over to his eldest brother, and hugging him tightly. Anthony hugged him back...he knew what was coming, Ian immediately stood up ready to protect Anthony and Matthew in anyway he could. Anthony sighed and looked at Matthew.

" Listen, I'm gonna go, I want you to stay here with Ian, and no matter what you hear, I don't want you out of this room, ok?" Said Anthony, Matthew sniffled and looked up at Anthony, he nodded sadly.

" Wait, what? I'm not leaving you alone with that psycho!" Exclaimed Ian, looking back at his best friend. Anthony stood up, and placed a hand on Ian's shoulder.

" Ian just trust me on this...stay here ok? I'll be fine." Said Anthony, before Ian could protest, Anthony was out the door. He went to the door, when he heard Matthew whimper.

" What is it bud?" He asked, immediately going over to the five year old's side.

" I saw him leave with Anthony." Ian's eyes widened..he looked back, and wondered just what was about to go down.

Anthony groaned, as he fell to the floor after being punched, and tried to sheild himself from the belt hitting him...he could hear his mother begging Frank to stop...this overwhelming anger boiling up inside of him as he clenched his hands tightly into fists...he was sick and tired of this...he hadn't even meant to, not even being aware of doing anything at the time.

Thats right...let the anger flow...let me use that anger...

He stood up...and pounced on Frank, immediately a fist fight ensued...although Frankn noticed how...almost animalistic Anthony had become, he knew his step-son was a freak...but this.

Anthony glared at him, with pitchblack eyes, and swiped at frank's face hard enough that he'd drawn blood on his step-father's cheek. Frank immediately held his cheek, and looked at Anthony in surprise..Anthony groaned and held his head, finding it hard to concentrate. He looked up, his brown eyes were wide...as he realized what he'd done.

" Mom...I.." Anthony took a step back as his mother backed away from him...almost like she was afraid. Anthony shook his head, looking very much like a kicked puppy as his mother helped Frank up. She looked back at Anthony, who stood there...she knew it was out of defence...but there had just been something so...evil about her eldest son just now...and it scared her.

Anthony turned and went back to his room...Ian immediately let go of Matthew, who he'd been holding in his arms, trying to block out the sounds of fighting. And ent to Anthony, his eyes widened at the black eye Anthony was sporting, as well as the several scratches and bruises on his arms.

" I did it again Ian." He said solemnly. " But it was worse this time...this time, I blacked out, and the next thing I know...he's bleeding..and..and...my mom's afraid of me...and...whats going on?"

Ian hugged his best friend, who immediately hugged Ian tightly, and cried on his friend's shoulder. He'd had it with the hallucinations, the tiredness, the headaches, just everything..he wanted all of this to end.

" It was the man who lives in the celing..." Came a small voice from the bed. They looked at Matthew poking his head out...before Anthony's mom walked in. Ian cleared his throat, he assumed, that meant it was time to go.

" Ian why don't you stay outside, you can sleep over, I called your mom and she said it was fine." Said Anthony's mother...she figured Anthony really needed his best friend right now...so she'd let him stay over.

" Thanks Mrs. P." Said Ian graciously, before going out...Matthew followed Ian, and went to his room, while Ian went to the kitchen. Anthony looked down, and sighed.

" Do you want to talk about what happened?" She asked, wondering just what was going on with Anthony, who lately had been demonstrating some really odd behavior.

" I don't know what happened...I just remember feeling angry, and...I blacked out." Said Anthony sincerely, his mother's features softened at the pain and hurt in his eyes.

" Its not what you did..you're more than justified to defend yourself its the way you were...honey you were like a completely different person." She and Anthony sat down on the bed, and Anthony sighed...unaware of what exactly to say to is mother...how was he supposed to explain the headaches, the visions, all of these...without sounding crazy?

" Is it-"

" Its not that...you divorced when I was really young, and it didn't affect me." He replied.

" Well then whats making you do all of these things? Baby, I want to help you." Said his mother sincerely, Anthony shook his head and sighed...laying down on the bed.

" I don't feel like talking about it right now...I'm tired." Said Anthony softly, feeling emotionally drained...his mother nodded, and looked down at Anthony's arms, seeing the black, bruises made her heart break...she gently ran a hand through her eldest's dark hair and kissed his forehead.

" Alright then, when you're ready to talk I'll listen." She replied, before leaving.

Ian walked in, not long after...he saw Anthony under the covers...his friend was shaking, he sat on the bed and gently placed a hand on Anthony's shoulder. Anthony looked up, his eyes were red, as was his face.

" Ian?" He mumbled.

" Yeah?"

" Can you sit here on the bed until I fall asleep?" Asked Anthony sadly, Ian nodded and gently patted Anthony's back. He sighed, his determination rising...he was definetly going to get rid of this thing and kick its ass for hurting Anthony so badly. He looked down, and after a few seconds, Anthony was asleep. He changed into some of Anthony's spare pajamas, and got into Anthony's sleeping bag to sleep. When he noticed something under the bed and pulled out the Ouija Board.

He inspected it...when he felt it burn his fingers, he put it back...immediately red flags went off in his mind.

Anthony looked around, he was infront of his house again...just as he had been in the previous dreams...when he felt someone put their hands on his shoulders from behind making him tense up.

" You have a very strong will Anthony...it took, a mere three days for the others to succumb, but you managed to last almost an entire week...then again, children are more spiritually aware. So it will take some time for me to take you over...figuratively of course, but...we can work-"

Anthony got out of his grasp and turned around...nothing. He felt the person, behind him again...putting their hands on his shoulder.

" I merely jest, you're too old for my liking."

Anthony's eyes widened, he shut his eyes tightly, trying to wake himself up. He felt, cold, long, thick snakes circle around him, binding him.

" You're him...aren't you...the man on the celing." Asked Anthony, the ting chuckled...Anthony's eyes widened..remembering what he'd said about Anthony being "too old" coupled with the fact it was Matthew who saw him. He turned, and gasped as the thing caught his fist...he looked into its large, black, evil eyes.

" Now you're showing some backbone...relax, I haven't done a thing to your baby brother...either of them, but..." The man cupped Anthony's face, and leaned in a few inches away from the teenager's face.

" When I'm through with you...you'll be begging me to go into the Half-light..." Anthony screamed as fire engulfed him.

Anthony gasped, as he immediately sat up, gasping for breath...he sighed and looked down at his lap...he got up, and being sure not to disrupt Ian, went to Matthew's room and sat on the bed. He smiled softly, as his brother was peacefully asleep...the thing's words in his mind clear as day...he looked up at the ceiling...there was nothing there.

" Anthony?" Murmered Matthew, looking up, with weary eyes.

" Its ok, go to sleep." Whispered Anthony, gently brushing some hair from his face...the five year old groaned sleepily, and went back to sleep. Anthony sighed, and looked down at his arm...the thing was inside him...what if there was a way to get rid of it?