Mikey's pov, Monday morning

I woke up freezing, with a stuffed up nose and a scratchy throat. It felt like death, but I forced my shaking body to get up, and get ready for school. I walked downstairs and saw Gerard eating cereal while reading the new fangoria issue. He looked up and sent a concerned look my way.

"Mikey, you don't look too good. I don't think you should go to school today." He said.

"No no, I'm fine I can..." I sneezed, "...I can go..." I shivered, why is it so cold!?

"Mikey, you're staying home. You look awful."

"No I'm going, I'm fine... I can... I can go..." But there was no point in fighting, Gerard was going to make me stay.

"Go back to bed, I'll get you some food, medicine, and whatever else you need." I nodded and slowly made my way back to my room and into bed. Gerard walked in minutes later, "Take these," he handed me some pills, "I got you water," he set a glass on the night stand, "and I didn't have enough time to make you soup or anything, so here." He handed me a whole box of crackers.

"Thanks." I very weakly said.

"No problem, ass wipe."

"Dick head." I let out a weak laugh as he left the room. I heard him run down the stairs and out the door. I guess I'll try to get some sleep... 

I closed my eyes and tried to relax but the fact that I could barely breathe was making it difficult. After about twenty minutes of blowing my nose a million times and doing all I could to get comfortable, I finally fell asleep.

As I slept, I had an interesting dream. I was in the forest. I took a few steps forward when I heard laughing, I ran towards it to see Y/n. She stood in the same white dress from my last dream in the forest, "Mikey! How I've missed you!" She hugged me. This isn't real... 

"What do you mean? Of course I'm real!" I shook my head, "Stop being weird love, it's me! Look at me, you see me!" I kept my gaze low. She began to shake me violently, "Mikey, look at me!" She growled, "Look! It's your love, I'm here, look at me!" She screamed. But it's not... "Look up! Look, it's me!" She then, put her fingers to my chin, forcing me to look, "See! It's me!" Her voice began to grow low as her eyes flashed yellow.

"No..." I took a step back.

"What? Aren't you happy to see me love?" I shook my head, terrified. Not again... 

"What are you talking about? It's me! Don't you want to be with me?" She took a step closer, "I thought you loved me." This isn't you... I don't know what sick game you think this is, but it's not going to work this time, get back out of my head...

"Oh Michael, but I never left." The familiar low voice spoke through Y/n. She slowly began to morph back into the dark demon like thing that had taken me before, "Thanks for keeping her occupied for me, it's my turn to take over now." What!? 

That was when I felt rumbling, everything went black, "I'm taking over now, and you get a front row seat." She snickered. I woke up, but I couldn't control anything. What is happening!? 

"Ugh, Michael why do I feel so gross?" I'm sick... 

"Strange..." How the hell do I fight this thing? Why is this happening!? We killed you!

"Not quite," it snickered, "Now, where's that little girlfriend of yours?" I did all I could not to think about that. As much as I wanted to see her, I couldn't imagine what kind of disgusting things this monster had in-store for her, "Michael, I am you. You can't hide anything from me. It's all here, everything. From your childhood memories to your odd thoughts, there's no point in trying to hide." It snickered. I'm not letting you get to her...

"Fine, we'll do this the hard way." Everything went black for a moment, then I opened my eyes. I'm in control again... 

I sat up in my bed and tried to reach for my phone to tell Gerard, "Nah ah ah! You really think I'm going to let the secret out so soon?" My arm uncontrollably moved back to my side.

"Why are you here? What do you want!?" Panic filled my voice as my hands pulled my hair and my eyes became glossy.

"I just want my daughter back. Is that so bad?"

"Get out of my head!" I screamed as hot tears covered my cheeks, "I'm not letting you take her!" I cried.

"You keep forgetting, I am you!" You're nothing but a nasty witch trying to hurt the ones I love for your own pleasure... 

"Oh, I wouldn't think like that. Hey Michael, watch this." I sat there, waiting for the worst of the worst to hit me. I was terrified, but if it's what I have to do to keep her safe, I'll do whatever it takes, "Wow how noble of you, doing that for a girl who doesn't even love you. Wait, she's with your best friend now? She traded you in?" It scoffed, "You're just a piece of trash to her! Okay enough with all this talking, here we go." Maybe I am just a piece of trash to her...

That was when I felt rumbling, again. I looked up to see a dark figure standing in my room, "What is happening?" The thing crawled quick like a bug. As it got closer, it became taller and slimmer. It was just a human figure, no face, no hair, not even real fingers, only claws. Just darkness. It finally crawled to me, it was as close it could be without touching me, "What are you?" It just sat there in silence.

"The scariest things to the human race are things that we don't understand," the voice began, "things we don't know how to comprehend. I pulled this from your imagination, but it can still do quite a bit. Just watch." 

The thing got even closer, then pounced on top of me and growled. I did all I could to get it off, but nothing worked. It hung it's head low over mine. Then it's whole body turned into tv static, "This is how you disappear." Just as the thing was about to do whatever sick thing it wanted to me, I heard the front door swing open along with loud steps up the stairs.

"Mikey! I'm home!" Gerard opened the door and looked horrified. All I could do was mouth the word 'help' but he just stood there in shock. His eyes wide as the thing still had it's head hung low, it's claw came up from the side and scratched the side of my face, tracing blood. Gerard finally ran over and pushed it off me. It stayed silent, not making a single noise as it swiftly crawled to the other side of the room, "What the hell is that thing!?"

"I don't know," I grabbed onto his shirt collar, terror filled my voice, "Help me, it's back... Help Gerard... I can't contro-"

"That's enough, my turn."

"Get me out of my mind." Was all I said, before losing control, and watching the thing do what it wanted from the sidelines, and the figure disappeared into the air.

"M-mikey?" Gerard asked. It let go of him and smiled.

"I'm doing much better brother. Now, let's go!" It said. Gee looked at me with uncertainty.

"You're not Mikey." He shook his head and stepped back.

"Well of course I am! Let's go see Frank, Y/n is bound to be there."

"No! You're not going anywhere!" Gerard panicked.

"Why not?" Yellow flashed for just a second. Gerard's eyes widened, clearly showing he had noticed.

"B-because you're sick, you... you still look awful. You don't want to get anyone else sick." It groaned.

"Fine!" It fell back onto my bed, "Why the hell did you have to be sick?" It murmured. I never thought being sick would lead to this...

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhh Mikey!!! I'm trying to hard not to cry over this! My baby boy! :( Have a nice day~peace out cheesebags