Reagan's POV

I froze upon seeing Jack's beaten body on the ground in front of me.

I took a deep breath before calling out across my dreamscape, "Jack?"

He moaned and grumbled something under his breath. After he had stumbled to his feet, he frantically looked around the room. His eyes stopped once we saw me. "Reagan?" He took a step toward me but stopped himself. "They're using my memories against me again, aren't they?"

"What? Jack, don't move," I demanded as I began jogging toward him.

He stumbled backward. "Stay away! If you're another delusion, I want no part of this!"

"What are you–"

"Back off!" He began quietly sobbing.

I sighed as a million thoughts raced through my mind. What had happened to him?

"Jack, I'm not a delusion or whatever you called it. I brought you back to my dreamscape."

He looked up at me and for the first time, I got a clear view of his face. Blood and tears mixed to form an odd coloration.

He slowly stood up. "You mean, you aren't going to stab me or some weird shit if I walk over to you?"

I laughed nervously, "No? What the hell has the voice been doing to you?"

Jack let out a sigh of relief, "The fact that you think the voice is torturing me proves that you aren't a delusion."

"Delusion? And what the hell do you mean the voice isn't torturing you? Who did this? And where the heck are you?" I questioned.

"I'm not really sure where I am, but I'm pretty sure I'm not in the orphanage anymore. I don't recognize anyone, and everyone's always carrying weapons around. Though, I've only seen a few people, since the second I got here some douchebag locked me up somewhere."

"What did you do to get locked up?" I asked, confused.

"I'm not really sure. All I heard was something about me being a human, which doesn't make any sense because everyone's a human, right?"

I shrugged. "You know, it could all just be in your head. Maybe none of what you think is happening is actually happening."

Jack let out a hesitant laugh, "That'd be nice, but it feels too real to just be in my head. Does that make sense?"

I sighed, "Kind of, but that means you're somewhere away from the orphanage. Plus, if you don't know where you are, it's gonna take forever to find you."

Jack took a few steps toward me as tears ran down his face. I sprinted at him and wrapped my arms around him, enveloping him in a hug. He hugged back immediately and began sobbing into my shoulder.

After a few minutes, he choked out, "At least you're with everyone and can tell them what I told you."

I froze as I realized Jack didn't have the slightest clue that I had gotten split up from the group. "Uh, Jack? There's going to be a small problem with that."

He pulled away from me and tilted his head a bit. "What do you mean? You are with them, aren't you?"

I laughed nervously, "Well, no. I don't have the slightest clue where anyone else is, actually."

Jack's eyes widened. "Do you mean to tell me that the voice took you? Are you being hurt?"

"No, I'm actually not sure why the voice took me in the first place. It just keeps asking for forgiveness."

"How'd you get to wherever you are? We might be in the same place, but you're locked in a room somewhere!" Jack exclaimed.

"It was when I was in the dreamscape with you last night. When I woke up, I was being carried to the room I'm in right now."

"Who was carrying you? Did you get a good view of their face?"

My eyes widened as I realized that I had seen their face. "It was RobertIDK! Do you know him?"

"Isn't that the guy who wrote Septiplier Away? Why did he take you?"

"I'm not sure, but I'm more confused with why he's in L.A. in the first place. Wouldn't he have said something if he was traveling from Canada to L.A.?"

Jack froze and stared me in the eye. "Maybe it isn't him."

"Who else would it be, though? He told me his name and he looked just like him."

"Reagan, I don't know who that is, but if he comes back to your room, hit his head with something and run, got it?"

"Uh, sure?" After a short pause, I decided to ask Jack a question that had been itching at my mind since he got to the orphanage. "Hey, can I ask you a super personal question?"

He giggled, "Why not?"

"What did your girlfriend say?"

Jack's eyes widened slightly. "About what?"

"You came to L.A. to live with a bunch of guys for a month and foster a child. Now, you haven't been able to talk to her for several days. I don't mean to worry you or anything, but based off of the stuff she tweets, this doesn't seem like something she would be okay with."

Jack chuckled, "Don't worry about it. I mailed her a note that explained everything."

My jaw dropped a bit. "You mailed your girlfriend a note about you fostering a child with your best friend?"

Jack smiled at me. "That had nothing to do with the note."

"Then what did the note say?"

"Well, after I found out that she was only dating me because I'm internet famous, I sent her a note that said 'Bye, bitch'."

My eyes widened and my agape mouth turned into a smile. "So, she turned out to only pretend to like you? Your fans are gonna spam you with 'I told you so' tweets. Everyone kind of got that vibe from her."

Jack smiled at me. "Don't tell anyone about this, though. I want to surprise everyone. You might not know this, but ever since I started dating her, Felix and Mark had started acting weird. When I asked them about it, they said that she gave off a weird vibe, just like you said."

I giggled, "Felix and Mark know what's up. Or they want you to themselves." I paused for a second. "Actually, Felix and Cry kissed, so only Mark would want you to himself."

Jack's eyes widened a bit. "Felix and Cry kissed? Pewdiecry is happening?"

"Yup! Septiplier is next!" I cheered.

A light pink tinted Jack's cheeks, but he smiled through it. "Ya know, that's gonna be expected of us at this point, considering we're fostering a kid together."

"And since it's expected, you might as well just go with it," I stated.

"That's not how it works, but believe what you want."

"The videos that Dan edits are literally just going to be memes, so I don't see why he can't add Septiplier memes to trigger the fans."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Who said we we're gonna let Dan edit videos?"

"The Phandom will be outraged if you don't. Just saying," I giggled.

"Well, ya know what? It's not my job to babysit the Phandom."

"Just give the people what they want!" I chuckled.

Jack began laughing as well, "It's literally my job to make people happy, Reagan!"

After a few minutes of us laughing, another question popped into my head. "Jack, what's your excuse going to be?"

"For what?"

"Well, all six of you guys are pretty popular, and you've all been off the grid for several days now. Your fans are probably going crazy trying to figure out what happened. What do you guys plan on telling them?"

After a short pause, Jack answered, "I'm not really sure. We can't tell them that we all almost died several times and that most of us have been tortured. We'll either make something up or say that we needed a few days to get used to fostering kids and living together."

"Hmm, okay–"

Jack began fading from my dreamscape.

"Reagan, what's happening?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm not sure. You might be waking up before me?" I suggested.

"Hmm," he thought for a second, "that's probably it. Alright, well, remember what I said. If Robert comes into your room, hit him as hard as you can in the head and run."

I smiled. "Okay. Don't get killed before we find you."

"Same goes for you."

With that, Jack disappeared from my dreamscape.

A/N

Real quick, Jack's girlfriend in this fanfic isn't Signe.

I can already feel people freaking out in the comments.

Anyways, BUH-BYE BROTATOES!