Mark ran, feeling everything go in slow motion. He saw the silver bullet. He saw the blood. He saw the face that killed him.

"SEAN NO!" Mark yelled, seeing Sean collapse to the ground, not moving.

A wave of sadness over took the YouTuber and he buried his head into Sean's unmoving chest. Blood was splotched where the Irishman's heart was. It painted Mark's face, but he didn't care.

"Sean please! Please come back!" He yelled, seeing the killer above him.

"You're so stupid Mark. You think you could save him? You failed." A pistol was pressed into his head.

"Goodbye Mark."

BANG!

Mark shot up in his bed. He rubbed his brown eyes and looked next to him. The green-head was still there, smiling in his sleep.

Mark kissed the other's forehead lightly. He then pulled the blanket to his chest and closed his eyes, letting sleep overtake him.

"Nightmare One: Lost loved one.

Nightmare Two: Killed loved one.

Nightmare Three: Claimed to have a chat with a being named "Dark".

Nightmare Four: Drowned loved one.

Nightmare Five: Shot himself.

Nightmare Six: Hung himself.

Nightmare Seven: Blown up by "Dark".

Nightmare Eight: Loved one drank Cyanide.

Nightmare ???: Was mentally ripped apart by "Dark"."

A Doctor stood in his room, checking a clipboard of dreams dreamed by a man named Mark Fischbach.

"Interesting." He said to himself, holding a needle. "This 'Dark' likes to torture this man."

Little did he know, the entity was ready for his strike, like a predator upon prey.