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Clinging on for dear life as they were surrounded by what looked like a cloud of static, Jack looked at the man who resembled his friend and for the first time in what felt like forever he felt something; true, unbridled fear.
“Where are we going?” Jack asked but his voice was drowned out by the sudden high pitched, ear piercing ringing that echoed throughout his head.
Wanting to put his hands over his ears to try and block out the sound, Jack instinctively let go of the man and began to scream as he fell.
He was stopped abruptly by a strong pair of arms that caught him. Somehow, even without being able to hear it, he could tell that the man had chuckled.
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Pj knocked on the door to Emma’s house, slightly nervous about what they were going to do.
For the first time since… the incident, Emma was willing to appear on YouTube again. Since Pj was the one who had convinced her to do this after a lengthy phone call, they had decided on collabing together.
The door opened and at seeing Emma’s face, Pj could feel all the memories of last time he had seen her flood back.
“Are you sure you’ll be fine?” Emma asked, holding Pj’s arm and looking him dead in the eyes.
Pj ignored the pain in his leg that had just been stitched up and his hip where the knife had thankfully managed to avoid anything important. Deciding on not worrying his friend, Pj nodded before smiling faintly. “Y-Yeah, don’t worry about it,” Pj said “It’s only a matter of time before it fades to the back of my mind.”
Emma’s eyes widened and Pj assumed that she was experiencing something similar to him.
Wordlessly, the two wrapped their arms around each other and squeezed tightly.
“I’m sorry that I waited so long to see you in person again,” Pj said “You were so strong throughout this whole thing; you shouldn’t have to be alone in having those memories.”
Emma felt her eyes welling up but she refused to let their first encounter after about four months.
It didn’t seem like that might be too long, but when you are one of the only ones who went through a paranormal experience and you know that if you were to be honest about what happened with anyone but someone who was there, you’d be deemed crazy as the man himself.
Releasing their tight grip, Pj entered Emma’s apartment, laughing about how they were acting as if they hadn’t seen one another in years.
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Walking into his living room, Felix sighed deeply. Today was the day he was supposed to receive the scheduling for PAX and he was really not looking forward to attending anything.
Taking a sip of coffee, he grabbed his laptop and powered it up. After it had powered up, Felix opened up his email with as sigh. The only issue he had with attending PAX was that this would be the first convention of any kind that he had attended since… then.
Checking what was scheduled, Felix found himself double take and gasp in surprise before dropping his cup of coffee. There on the computer screen was the thing that led to the hell of the next few weeks; Jacksepticeye solo panel.
Quickly shooting out of his chair, Felix ran to his and his girlfriend’s room to wake up Marzia and let her know so that they could inform the others.
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Mark woke up to the sound of his phone ringing with the song Fabulous by Roomie.
“What in the world?” asked a very groggy Amy from next to him, “Who would be calling you this early?”
Rubbing his eyes, Mark accepted the phone call and put it on speaker.
“This better be fucking important if you’re waking me up at 3:00 am.” Mark said, slightly frustrated at his friend.
“Trust me; this is worth waking up for.” Felix said. “Check your email, right now”
Mark raised an eyebrow and when a moment of silence passed, Felix repeated himself.
“Fine” Mark grumbled childishly, going to check his email.
When he saw and email from PAX, he opened it up and after a moment of reading he threw his phone across the room.
“Mark? What’s wrong?” Amy asked, sounding concerned.
“N-nothing…” Mark stuttered, pulling at his hair. “Nothing at all”
Getting up, Mark picked up his phone off the floor and left the room. “Felix. Tell me everything right now.”
“I’m just as clueless as you Mark,” Felix said “All I know is that we have to be there; it’s not even a question now.”
“I completely agree, whether we like it or not, we may be the only chance some of these fans may have at salvation.” Mark said quietly, so as to not wake up Tyler, Ethan or Katherine.
“Oh shit” Mark muttered, realizing what had to be done now.
“What’s up?” Felix asked
“Well, Amy and my other friends don’t really know about this and they’re supposed to come with me.” Mark said
“That is a problem…” Felix muttered
“Well, I guess I’ll bring them, but we will probably end up lying to them a lot about our whereabouts.” Mark said, once again pulling at his hair from stress.
“Alright, see you in a few days?” Felix said, attempting to lighten the mood a slight bit.
“Yeah, I’ll see you then. We’ll meet up a week before PAX just to be sure we have a plan.” Mark said.
“Sounds good to me” Felix replied before they both said their goodbye’s and hung up.
“God DAMN IT!” Mark exclaimed, throwing his phone at the wall before sliding down against the wall, biting his hand to try and suppress any screams as all the vivid memories of what the last time he had seen his ‘friend’ had been like.
He had gotten healed for the most part back in London and then returned home wearing long sleeves and long pants.
His friends were none the wiser and he liked it that way.
Now though, now he had no choice but to put them in harm’s way.
Finally opening his eyes, he saw Amy standing in front of him with a panicked look on her face and trying to pry his hand from his mouth.
Removing it from his mouth, Mark saw that he had bitten hard enough that the skin had broken and his hand had blood leaking from it.
He grinned, that sick twisted grin of his, before looking at his hand that was pressed up against the wall.
Looking Mark straight in the eyes, he stabbed the knife through Mark’s hand, pinning him to the wall.
Mark blinked and shook his head before he turned to look at Amy who had never witnessed a scene like this. Chuckling at how much she was scared of this when he had had much worse; he pulled her forward and planted a kiss on her head.
“I’m fine Amy.” Mark murmured.
Looking at Mark with eyes full of confusion and sadness, Amy nodded slowly and stood up, leaving the room to get the first aid kit.