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Reagan's POV

Robert knocked on the door three times before it swung open.

There was no one on the other side of the door. Robert led me into the room and flipped on a light.

There was a bed that looked like it was made out of clouds. No windows, but multicolored lights hung from every wall. There was a laptop on the bed that was opened to Netflix, and next to it was a change of clothes. There was practically a buffet waiting for me on a small desk. I turned around to leave the room, feeling slightly uneasy, to find the door closed and Robert gone.

I slowly turned back around. I began examining the room, but nothing seemed out of place. I sighed as I walked to the bed.

I picked up the clothes waiting for me on the bed. There was a pair of black skinny jeans identical to the pair I was already wearing, as well as a Dan and Phil shirt that read 'the cat whiskers come from within'. Also, a Jacksepticeye hoodie with Sam on it.

I put on the new jeans and shirt, but kept my Flash hoodie on.

Next, I walked toward the food waiting for me on a desk. I threw a box of Cheez-Its at the bed and grabbed a can of Pepsi.

I jumped onto the bed after setting the Pepsi down on a small table. I pulled the laptop onto my lap and grabbed the Cheez-Its. I began stuffing my mouth with Cheez-Its as I tried to switch the website from Netflix to YouTube.

It wouldn't let me.

I set my food down and tried to switch the website to Google, but the laptop still wouldn't allow me.

"Weird," I mumbled to myself.

I set the laptop on the bed, knowing that I couldn't contact anyone if I couldn't get off of Netflix. I walked toward the door and tried to open it, but it was locked from the outside.

"WHAT'S GOING ON?!" I yelled.

A few minutes passed, during which nothing happened. Finally, though, a small paper was slipped under the door.

Reagan,
Forgive us.

Felix's POV

I looked away from the note. Mark chose wrong? What the heck did that mean?

And who the hell was 'RBM'?

I pushed the thoughts away as I tried to focus and figure out the situation. I was tied to a metal table, with torture tools next to me.

I had been with Cry, Mark, Reagan, Dan, Nate, and Jason, but was taken here. Where did everyone else go, or were they perfectly fine where I had seen them last?

Before I could continue my thoughts, the lock on the door unlatched. A figure entered the room dressed in a black robe.

"Oh! Hey, Felix!" the figure, that sounded like a male, paused. "What are you doing in here?"

"Didn't you bring me here?" I asked uneasily.

"Nah, I was in charge of–" It stopped itself. "Uh, anyway, they probably brought you here for a reason."

I thought for a moment. "Ya know, everyone here seems to know my name."

The figure didn't respond, it just walked toward the smaller table next to me.

"Can I know yours?" I finished.

It laughed at me, "Like I'd give away information like that."

"All it'd do is make me less scared," I mumbled.

"A-huh," the figure muttered as it grabbed one of the needles off the table. "Alright, so I guess I could explain what this does."

"Please," I replied in a sarcastic tone.

"This'll basically be a way of keeping you awake."

"Why do you want to keep me awake?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

The figure smiled a psychotic grin. "This way, all your nerves will be working properly. In other words, you'll feel it."

With that, the figure punctured the needle into my arm. My eyes practically popped out of my head. I could feel my blood begin to pump faster, and I knew I wouldn't be falling asleep for a long time.

No escape from my own personal hell unless someone saved me.

The figure picked up one of the small knives from the table. It gripped it in its hand before dangling it in front of my eyes. "This knife might just be the only friend you have left," it whispered in my ear while lightly swinging the knife back and forth.

I stared the figure dead in the eye, "Do your worst, mother fucker."

"Oh, believe me," he slowly dug the knife into my ribcage, "I plan to."

I let out a sharp scream. I quickly shut my mouth, refusing to give the figure the satisfaction. It smirked at me as it chirped, "It hurts, doesn't it? You want to hurt me, don't you?"

I grunted through my closed mouth and the figure just chuckled, "You can't even speak! It's utterly sad." He leaned toward my ear again as he whispered, "Yet, satisfying."

I opened my mouth and coughed up blood into the figure's face. I leaned over the side of the bed a bit and continued to cough up blood, ignoring the excruciating pain in my side.

"You ungrateful bitch!" It yelled.

"How the hell am I ungrateful?" I asked between coughs.

"You could be in Percy's place! Or Mark's, or Jack's! You're fucking lucky compared to your friends, and you don't give a shit!" It screamed.

"Wait," I coughed up a bit more blood, "what's happening to them that's worse than this?"

"Ask them once you get to hell."

"Well I knew Mark's house was crappy, but I think you're taking it a bit too far," I retorted.

The figure punctured the knife into my calf. "I'll teach you how to be grateful. Then, I'll teach you to show a bit of respect to someone who has the ability to kill you at any given moment."

I let out a scream, and this time I didn't try to shut my mouth. The figure smirked, and through my screams, I could barely hear it whisper, "You won't last a day."

Mark's POV

The person on the intercom-like thing had been yelling at me non-stop. It was hell bent on getting my to say, 'keep Reagan and let us go' no matter how much I refused.

"Just say it! We'll let you leave with your precious friends! We won't hurt Reagan! Just. Say. It."

I pretended to be considering it, "Hmm, how about FUCK OFF!"

"We could be giving you Percy's fate, but no! We're trying to make this simple! It shouldn't even be a question!" The voice was screaming at me now, and I was honestly surprised that it hadn't lost its voice yet.

"Did you ever actually consider that I would say 'no'?" I laughed out, knowing it would frustrate the voice even further.

"Of course not!" the voice started. "There's nothing to debate! Your friends, the other three kids, and your freedom, for one insignificant child!"

"She sure seems significant to you!" I retorted.

I heard the voice huff, "You know what?"

"Hmm?" I mumbled, rolling my eyes.

"I'm all out of patience."

It stopped talking to me and a feeling of uneasiness fell over me. "Uh, you still there or do I finally get some peace and quiet?" I asked, slightly hoping it would get back on, as I suddenly felt excruciatingly lonely.

There was no response from the voice, but I could hear yelling from the hallway.

In an Irish accent.

I sprung to my feet and dashed toward the door. "Jack?!"

He didn't respond to me, but I could hear the yelling more distinctly now.

"Get the fuck off of me!" Jack screeched.

"STOP TRYING TO PUNCH US! IT'S GETTING VERY INCONVENIENT!" someone else yelled.

"Me punching you is inconvenient? How about me just getting out, and I'm greeted by people forcing me down a hallway!"

I heard them stop in front of my door, and I took several steps back. I wasn't sure what I expected to happen, but I was pretty sure it wouldn't be good.

Other than seeing Jack, of course.

The lock unlatched and the door swung open. Jack was thrown on the floor in front of me, but he didn't notice I was there.

He sprung off the ground and charged at the door. The door slammed shut and the lock fell back in place. Jack slammed his fists against the door. "LET ME OUT! You all know damn well I won't stay here for long!"

My eyes were wide and my jaw was dropped. "Jack?" I whispered, smiling.

His head whipped around, and for the first time, I noticed that he looked nothing like himself. "What did you just call me?"

"Jack...?" I repeated hesitantly.

I smirk formed on his lips. "Not this time."

"What does that mean? Jack–"

"Jack's dead, didn't ya hear?"

My eyes widened a bit. "B-But you're not dead, you're right here."

"Not exactly."

"Then who the hell are you?" I asked, shaking slightly.

"I'm his replacement. Name's Anti."

A/N

I COULDN'T RESIST I'M SORRY

(Lol no I'm not)

Besides, I'm 99% sure you'll all be thinking 'oh hell yes' and not 'why the fuck' SOOO

Or you'll be thinking both...

Also, I was tagged in a thing where you tag 15 of your favorite people and if they tag you back you're loved or something

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