Warning: This story deals with and features demonic possession, haunted houses and dolls, panic attacks, death/murder, gore (but I'm bad at writing that shit-), a fake robbery for a video (we all knew it was fake, Tommy only kept his vlog gun..right?), cursing, and abuse.This is not for the faint of heart or anyone under the age of 13.

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If you are under the age of 13 or one of the faint of heart and are still reading this, then be warned that this story will get pretty gore heavy very quickly, maybe in the second half of this chapter but most likely in chapter 2..even if the writing of said gore is very bad.

~The Robbery~

Jack was just waking up from his sleep when he heard Anti humming, before looking over at him. He was used to this now, but he wasn't sure what Anti had done this time. He wasn't covered in blood, he wasn't asleep at his desk, his house was still empty, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He started to get up, but Anti stopped him.

"Anti, get the fuck off of me." He pushed him off.

"Don't push me, you fuckin' arse!" Anti's Irish accent was thicker than Jack's since Jack had dropped the thickness of it down to a different level. He didn't sound like he was from Ireland, at least not as much as he used to, but he also didn't sound like he was from Brighton, either. He sounded somewhere in between and still had the Irish tone in his voice, but it was less noticeable than it was when he lived in Ireland. Anti, on the other hand, kept the accent and had it as thick as a typical Irishman.

Well, most of the time, at least. Normally you couldn't hear it with all the glitching in his voice.

"What even are you? Why are you following me!?"

"Because I need a host, you were the only one good enough!"

"You nearly killed me on Halloween back in 2016! Plus, you want me to become a fucking murderer!"

"Yeah, so? I'm a fuckin' murderer."

"You're not even human!"

"Not yet~"

"That's definitely not terrifying."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic, Jackyboy!" Anti giggled. It was a glitched-out giggle, just like his voice. "No one will even know what we've done!"

"Sorry, we?" Jack scoffed. "I'm not letting you make me a killer!" Anti went to reply only to stop once he and Jack heard footsteps. "What the fuck? Who's that now?"

"Why don't we go check it out?" For once, Jack agreed.

Tommy and Tubbo opened the door to Jack's house and walked inside, taking note of how empty it was.

"Why is his house so empty?"

"Top of the morning." Jack whispered from behind the door, scaring the two boys, who then screamed as they turned to him.

"I think I shat my pants a little bit..." Tubbo said after the panic wore off, causing Tommy to laugh.

"Welcome to my home." Jack smiled, but it was obvious he was tired despite finally getting a full night of sleep for once.

"Why do you only have gaming chairs!?"

"That's all I need." Tommy and Tubbo laughed despite how nervous they were after the creepy tone crept into Jack's voice once again.

"What do we steal from this guy?!" Tommy whispered before noticing the Hoover. He and Tubbo went into that room and Tubbo attempted to get away with the Hoover before Jack followed them. He failed and Jack saw him carrying the Hoover away.

"Did you just steal my Hoover?"

"No? We came here to collab." Tommy dabbed, regretting it.

"Come to my recording studio." The two followed him up, and they ended up getting a full house tour. They even wound up getting Jack stuck in the bath before he flipped the table and did it to Tommy, soaking him. Now they were stood around a table after Jack tried to dry Tommy off and gave him back his vlog gun.

"Wait, if there's nothing in the house," Tommy kicked the stool behind him, and Jack looked to see what it was that crashed. "We'll take the house!"

"You want the house?" Tommy nodded, and Jack slammed the keys on the table.

"You fuckin' dumbass!" Anti whisper-shouted.

"Wait I didn't think about that." Jack admitted as Tommy took the keys.

"GO! Wait-" Tommy took off running as Tubbo looked back to see if Jack was following them.

"Wait- COME BACK!"

"RUN!" They took off running onto the streets of Brighton, and Jack eventually caught up and took his keys back. The group then went their separate ways.

~Checking In On Jack~

After they finished filming the vlog, Tommy and Tubbo decided they were gonna go back and check on Jack. Plus they had given everyone back their stuff already since they weren't actually thieves that rob their friends. No sir.

Once they made it back to Jack's, they knocked to make sure he was home. He opened the door quickly and let them in.

"Hey, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, why are you asking?" Jack seemed more irritated than he had earlier, and it worried Tommy and Tubbo.

"You don't seem okay. You seem tired and irritated..."

"I'm tired alright, but not irritated." Tubbo bought it, but Tommy didn't.

"Alright..." Tubbo then snuck off and grabbed the Hoover before straight up carrying it out the front door to mess with Jack.

"Wh- HEY! GIVE ME BACK MY HOOVER!" Jack ran after Tubbo and the Hoover, and Tommy took a look around the house. He went back up to the recording booth where he found an address and a photograph. He picked up the photograph and took a look at it, noticing that the glass was broken and the figures in it had their faces blacked out, except for one, who was completely blacked out. He put the photo in his jacket and looked at the address as Jack walked into the recording room with Tubbo.

"Tommy, what are you looking at?" Tommy jumped and looked at him.

"Oh, uh, this address. Is it for a video or something?"

"Oh yeah, Mark sent it as an idea for a video. It's supposed to be haunted and he suggested staying there overnight."

"Staying in a haunted house overnight!?" Tubbo grinned. "Okay, we're in!"

"Really!?"

"He spoke for me!-"

"Really! No talking your way out, Tommy! Especially not since you bought that possessed doll!"

"UNCLE NASTY IS NOT POSSESSED!"

"Phil, Will and Ranboo are coming too."

"Alright, I'll let Mark know that we'll head over to film the video tomorrow!"

"Alright! Come on, Tommy!" With that, Tubbo dragged Tommy out of the house, and Tommy saw Anti out of the corner of his eye, a glitchy, insane smile on his face as he waved goodbye.

What did Tubbo get the two of them into?