BOO! I'm back! I am gonna try to add a bit more… you know… content. So I'm going to try to make this chapter 1.5k or 2k words long. Probably not going to happen but let's see!

WARNING: MAY BE HEAVILY UNEDITED AGAIN!

Mark's POV:

I look up from my phone to check on [Y/N]. She's asleep, curled up in a little ball. She's… cute, in a way. It's a wonder why her parents ever left her. They went missing about a week ago. No one in her family could take her for long so, I offered. She seems to have gotten out of her depression phase. She didn't react to the way I said parents earlier.

Ten hours fly by. It's pouring. [Y/N] has woken up at this point staring out the window like a kid looks into a candy store. We leave the airport and immediately head to Brighton.

"Hey Mark?" she mumbles softly next to me.

"Hey [Y/N]?" I say

She chuckles slightly. "Who's your friend again?"

"Sean, but you may know him as Jacksepticeye."

Her eyes widen at the name "We're seeing Sean?! I didn't know it was one of your Youtube friends!"

I chuckle slightly. "Yeah, the one and only. Remember that time you walked in on us facetiming three years ago?"

She hesitates, trying to remember. "I think so… your conversation was really boring I hope you know. But yeah, you two seemed to get along really well." She looked up at me smiling.

I smile back nodding slightly. That was one of the few times we got to talk back then. We just met and hit it off from the beginning. She came into view on the video without me realizing and listened to us for about ten minutes. Sean finally gave in when she started mouthing what I was saying. That was the first time she saw him. I then remember something. Dammit I have to tell her now.

"[Y/N], I- I have to warn you about something."

She looks at me with a confused face. "Yeah?"

"I-If you see Sean or me acting… strange, run. I- I can't tell you why until it happens, which i'm hoping it won't." I say stumbling on my words a bit.

She stares at me and nods slightly looking extremely confused. She leans back into her seat and curls up into a ball looking slightly worried. I have to protect her… I can't let him escape.

Your POV:

Mark's acting protective again. He's extremely paranoid about my safety. I don't really know why.

The rest of the car ride is silent besides the radio playing trending songs from five years ago. I guess the UK is behind on their taste. We drive through multiple little towns, greens flourishing everywhere. I can see why someone would want to live here.

Sean's house looked exactly as I figured. Like every single house here. We step out walking up to the sidewalk staring at it.

"This it?" I ask

"Yeah, c'mon." He says as he walks up to the door

I warily follow him, shuffling my way up there. He knocks and waits a minute. I hear a muffled voice saying, "One sec!" before footsteps make their way to the door. Sean flings the door open. Both the guys just start yelling "HEEEEEEEEEEEEY!". I just stand there laughing and shaking my head. They go on for another ten seconds before laughing and hugging.

"Aww man I haven't seen you since PAX West!" Sean says. He looks over at me and his smile softens.

"You brought [Y/N]?

I'm taken aback by him knowing my name. "You know me?" I ask confused.

"Of course!" He said. "Mark can't stop talking about you ever since he knew you were coming." He side glances at Mark who is slightly embarrassed.

"Well come in! You look fookin freezing." He says with his Irish accent.

We step into his house. It's… pretty cute. In the left room there is a little living room with bookshelves all around, leading into what seems to be his recording studio. It's hard to tell with the door halfway open. On the right there is a kitchen and a bathroom. In the kitchen there is a small wooden dining table and a counter with shelves around it. The bathroom seems to be a total mess with smears all over the mirror. I'm confused by it but decide to shake it off. It's none of my business anyways.

"Sean, I never knew your house was so nice." I say

"Ehh I cleaned it before you got here. It wasn't nearly as nice as it is now." He chuckles. "Your rooms are upstairs."

He leads us upstairs and takes us down to the end of the hallway, stopping at the last two doors to say, "You can choose which rooms you want, they're the same".

I go to open the door on my left to find myself in a room which somewhat resembles mine. A twin sized bed is placed in the upper right hand corner by a window. A lamp table is right next to it with a small lamp and an alarm clock on it. A dresser is on the left side of the room with a small mirror above it. The walls are painted a light yellow with a white trim.

"I call this one!" I yell as I run in jumping onto the bed. Its pretty nice actually. The light blue sheets compliment the yellow wall.

"Hey, I wanted this room!" Mark says playfully.

I chuckle and fall onto the bed as Mark goes into the other room, unpacking his bag. I lay on the bed a bit longer until I notice something in the corner near the dresser. I can't make it out so I get out of the bed and go near it. I'm about a foot away until I realize that it was the smoke I saw in Mark's house earlier today. I doesn't disappear as I get closer to it. I can faintly hear what seems like whispers coming from it. I take a step closer. I can barely make out the whispers saying something. It's as if their warning me. I have a sudden urge to touch it. Despite what a horrible idea that is, I reach my hand with the cut out and let it sit in the smoke. Pain shoots up my arm as I take it out seeing that the cut has turned black. My breathing pace starts to speed up the longer I stare at it. I'm holding back a scream as Sean comes in.

"Hey [Y/N]? You ok?" He says as he watches me hyperventilate in the corner. I can't tell him

"I-I'm fine, j-just a mouse." I say not making him very convinced.

"I swear we got rid of them all" He mumbles. We stand there in silence for a few more seconds until he breaks it

"Hey, want me to help you unpack?" He asks me

"Sure" I head over to my bag and plop it on the bed. I grab about half of my T-shirts and put them in the dresser. I look back at the corner. The smoke has disappeared.

It takes us about ten minutes to put everything in the dresser. When we're done we sit down on the bed.

"God i'm tired what time is it?" I ask him.

He looks over at the clock. "8:30 but it's 11:30 where you are."

"Damn, it's not even lunch." I say. He chuckles at the statement and sits up.

"You can sleep if you want. Mark and I just have to finish up editing some stuff."

"Yeah, I might. Thanks, Sean." I say softly

He smiles saying, "You're welcome," as he closes the door. Leaving me in total darkness.

Sleep overcomes me within the next few seconds. I find myself in a what seems to be empty hallway, besides a few crates here and there. I turn around to find a blank wall right beside me. I walk down the hallway finding a few objects here and there, but nothing to special. I see a baseball bat, an empty mug, and a rolled up carpet. It's as if someone wanted to move into the hallway. I walk for a few more minutes until finding a door. I warily open it to find a small platform leading out into nothing. I step onto it as slowly as my body would let me go. I stare down into the void, wondering how deep it will go. As i'm leaning over the door slams behind me, startling me and causing me to fall. I fall for about a few feet and land on my back, the air escaping out of my lungs. I try to breath in more air but my body won't let me, so I slow down my breathing until it's like i'm almost asleep. Nothing happens for what seems like hours, until the door creaks open. I can't see who but a man like figure hops off of the platform staring directly into my eyes. It wouldn't be as terrifying if it wasn't for the fact that the man had bright red eyes. He chuckles softly at my limp body.

"Did you seriously get hurt falling off that thing?" He says, his deep voice sounding almost similar to Mark's.

I try my best to talk to him but only, "Who a-are y-you?" comes out, making me sound scared.

He chuckles at that, a smirk enveloping on his face. "It doesn't matter darling, what matters is that i'm here. I'm here in you. And there's nothing you can do about it." and with that he disappears. Leaving me lying on my back until I wake up in a sweat.

I look over at my alarm clock to see that it's 10:37 am. I sit up in my bed, my heart still racing.

It's just a dream… right? I don't know at this point.

I get out of my bed carefully and head over to the dresser to get changed. I put on a navy blue hoodie with a white shirt under it, along with some jeans and my hair in a bun. I walk downstairs, my legs feeling like jelly. I barely make it to the kitchen before flopping down onto a chair. Sean seems to be making pancakes.

"Someone decided to get a late start huh?" He says without turning around. I sigh and put my head on the table.

"I had the weirdest dream last night" I mumble. Sean stops and turns around to look at me with a confused face.

"What was it about?"

"Nothing much," I tell him the story and about the man but not what he said.

"Did the man say anything?" He asks worried.

"He chuckled at how 'pathetic' I am and that he's here. That he's in me…" I trail off, noticing what he meant.

Sean's face goes paler than it already is. "D-Did you touch anything weird yesterday? L-Like smoke?" He stutters.

"Yeah, why?"

He runs upstairs to what seems like Mark's room and slams the door. I'm left there alone with pancakes burning on the pan.

WOO! 1.8k words! I was originally going to end it when she woke up but I felt the story needed more. So there you go! Hope you enjoyed. Took me a while to make with the limited time I had. My upload schedule will still be wonky and i'm sorry. But I hope you enjoyed, and leave suggestions too! I need them seriously. Thanks!

3 ~311y