~Mark

      "Hello?" I called out into the darkness, hoping someone would just jump out and tell me that this was a joke. I was back at the pizzeria in the right corridor that led to the office. I remembered the place clear as day, even though it had been a month since I had last seen this place. It seemed much more sinister, and I doubted that it was because it was October, just a day before Halloween. It was utterly silent, except for my heart pounding in my ears and my shallow breathing. Farther down the hall, I saw two red dots that looked like part of an exit sign. I quickly ran towards it, once in a while stumbling over my own feet until I ran into something furry, but hard. I bounced back and fell flat on my back. The red lights weren't a sign of any kind. It was Freddy's two beady red eyes staring down at me. Immediately, I began to back away, but behind me I ran into something else. It was Bonnie, his eyes the same color. They both grabbed me by the arms and legs and began dragging me towards storage where Golden Freddy usually stayed. "Guys stop, this isn't like you! You're lovable animatronics!" I cried in confusion as I struggled to free myself from their iron grip. "Maybe once, but not anymore. Not since '85." Freddy growled in a voice deeper and more terrifying than his usual one. "What're you even doing?" I asked fearfully as I finally gave up trying to free myself. They were too strong, and I wanted to see where they were taking me out of curiosity. "You'll see." Bonnie smiled, revealing sharp, bloodstained teeth. Once we got to storage, I was carelessly thrown onto the floor. All the of air in my lungs left with a wheeze. I grimaced in pain as I pushed myself up into a sitting position, despite the stinging in my ribs as I tried to regain my breath. "You don't know what it's like." A third voice snarled in the darkness. It was Chica. Every animatronic had blood red eyes. Why? "What're you guys talking about?" I frowned as I stood back up. "To be killed, then stuffed in a stupid animatronic that once was your best friend!" Bonnie howled angrily. "So we'll show you, although we know you don't have a favorite animatronic." I heard Foxy say somewhere to my left by Freddy, his single red eye trained on me. "I guess we can improvise." Freddy suggested. "Don't worry, you'll be fine." Mangle assured me from where she was hanging over my head, her eyes like red spotlights. "Can't say the same for Jack though." Golden Freddy added gleefully from the left corner of the room where she was slumped against the wall. Mangle's wiry arms suddenly shot down and fastened onto my arms, digging her claw like fingers into my flesh, then pulled me up a few feet so I was suspended a few feet in the air. Someone turned on the light, barely illuminating the room with the dim yellowish-white lightbulb hanging by a thread in the middle of the room. In the far right corner of the room was Jack. He was tied up on the floor by thick ropes tied in a bow on the front of his chest. His head hung down across his chest, his neon green hair hanging loosely over his closed eyes. He had long claw marks down his face and tears in his rusty red colored hoodie. "Wha?" Jack mumbled groggily as he regained consciousness. "Let him go you-" "ah ah ah, language." Mangle tsked. "Mark?" Jack's head whipped around as he tried to find me. "Leave him alone!" I shouted as loud as I could, my voice shaking. "Now where's the fun in that?" Foxy grinned, his golden tooth glinting in the light. "You should've told him to not play dead." Bonnie shrugged. "It doesn't help." Chica went towards the back of the room and returned with a thick, rusted endoskeleton. "He's kinda short, but I think it'll still fit." She remarked as she handed the metal skeleton to Freddy. "Mark, what's going on?" Jack's normally humor sparked robin egg blue eyes were now filled with fear that chilled me to the bone. "Don't you see, we need more members of the band." Golden Freddy explained like he was speaking to a small child. "I heard he used to be a a pretty good drummer." Freddy remarked with a chuckle. "Perfect, I always thought having a drummer would be cool!" Bonnie clapped his hands together happily. "Mark?" Jack's voice trembled as Bonnie grabbed Jack's face by the cheeks and forced his mouth open as wide as they could. "Jack, I'm so sorry!" Tears welled up in my eyes and began spilling down my face and onto the black bloodstained carpet. I felt so helpless. I attempted to turn away so I didn't have to watch, but Mangle used one of her feet, grabbed my red hair, then twisted it and held it still so I was forced to watch. "Three, two, one." Freddy counted down quickly, then rammed the endoskeleton feet first into Jack's mouth. About half of it fit. Jack's scream sounded inhuman as blood gurgled like a fountain from his mouth and began pooling around him and me.

       I bolted awake, drenched in a cold sweat, Jack's scream still echoing in my ears and and his terror filled eyes in my mind like a memory every time I closed my eyes. My breathing was quick and panicked like I was hyperventilating. I concentrated on slowing down my breathing as I grabbed my phone off of my bed side table and glanced at the time. Two twenty-seven in the morning. With a shaky exhale, I put my phone back down and slid out of bed, my feet landing on the plush carpet. Instantly, my mind flashed back to my tears dripping down onto the black bloodstained carpet as fresh blood pooled around me. I hastily shook my head, although it didn't help, as I instead of going to the kitchen grabbing breakfast like I normally did when I woke up, I booted up my computer, put on my black headphones, slid into my black mesh office chair and sent a request to Jack for a Skype facetime. Not even thirty seconds passed before Jack's face filled the screen. He was wearing a blank white t-shirt and was holding a black mug of coffee in his hands. His hair was messily brushed out of his face. He had headphones on as well, and was sitting down in what looked like a new chair with neon green fabric on either side. "What's wrong?" Jack asked once his face came into focus, his expression turning from slightly tired to worried. Normally, I called everyday after or sometimes during breakfast around eight or eight-thirty on Mondays and Fridays since most other days, Jack or I were both busy and we still wanted to keep in touch often, especially since we both technically ran Fazbear's Pizzeria. The dream I had however, was nowhere near normal. I closed my eyes, steeled myself, then told him about the dream I had. Jack said nothing as I recounted the horrific details. It took all of my willpower to not break down crying once I finished. Everything that happened felt so real, like it was a vision or a glimpse into the future. Jack remained silent for what felt like forever to me, his expression thoughtful and concerned. "Hey, I'm right here. I'll always be here for ye." Jack assured me with a sad smile. "Put your hand on the screen." He told me seriously. Without asking why, I put my hand against the warm monitor screen of my computer. Underneath, I saw Jack's pale hand against his screen. I closed my eyes and imagined the warmth of the screen instead being Jack's hand on mine. "Hey, I'd never die on ye like that. Never. Okay? I know I'm in Ireland, but I'll always be ready to go see you if ye really need me." Jack shifted his camera slightly. By his bedroom door, there was a medium sized black suitcase, fully packed with clothes and other necessities. "Don't cry, really. It was just a stupid nightmare." Jack reminded me hastily, his face turning a light red hue. Without even realizing it, I had started crying, tears streaming down my face and onto the keys of my keyboard. "Hope your keyboard is waterproof." Jack joked, tears welling up in his eyes. Instantly I began to feel guilty. I hadn't meant to upset Jack. He was the happiest person I knew. Seeing him cry was like watching the sun disappear on a beautiful day and the rain take its place, turning the sky from blue to gray. "Great, look what you did." Jack teased with a sniff, rubbing his red rimmed eyes with the back of his hand. "I thought your eyes turned green when you cried since you have septic eyes." I remarked as I wiped away my own tears with the sleeve of the red and black flannel I had slept in. "Sorry to disappoint." Jack grinned, the happy Irishman I knew gradually returning. "Okay, I'll let you go, but make sure ye call back so I can talk to ye." Jack sighed. "Or," I paused so I could take off my headphones, get out of my chair, grab my phone off of my bed side table again, push the chair aside, and crawl underneath my desk. I quickly unlocked my phone, hesitated for a fraction of a second before hitting accept on the order that was set up on my phone. "Ow!" I cringed as I hit my head on the bottom of my desk, making my head hurt as I came back up and put my headphones back on. I faintly heard Jack laughing at me. In my hands was a packed suitcase that was similar to Jack's. "You can tell me in person." I showed him my plane ticket for tomorrow morning that I had booked on my phone. "As long as-" "Absolutely!" Jack shouted in excitement, cutting me off mid-sentence. "You didn't even let me finish!" I argued with a laugh. "Ye don't have to." Jack stated happily. "Whatever it is, the answer is yes." "So, I can have your subscribers? Oh, or maybe your hat?" I inquired with a mischievous smirk. "Well, maybe not every answer." Jack replied with an eye roll. "See ya after breakfast." I waved goodbye as I clicked end call. Before Jack disappeared, he gave me a quick wave and a high five. After the call ended and I had deactivated my computer, I reclined back in my chair, staring into the black screen that showed my reflection, wondering if I had made the right choice.

~Jack

      "And...done!" I exclaimed with a sigh of satisfaction  as I reclined back in my chair. I had just finished editing my latest happy wheels video for today. While the video was publishing, I left and made myself a cup of coffee. By the time  I returned, I saw that Mark was calling me on Skype. I exited YouTube, then logged into Skype and answered his call. "What's wrong?" I asked. Mark's hair looked like it went through a blender, his chocolate brown eyes bloodshot, and puffy bags under his eyes like he hadn't slept for days. "Jack, I had a nightmare. A bad one." He admitted, a light blush appearing on his cheeks. "And?" I prompted him to continue. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then began explaining. Throughout his explanation, I remained silent, even after he had finished. At first, I was speechless. His nightmare sounded like something straight from Hell. "Hey, I'm right here. I'll always be here for ye." I said at last with what I hoped passed as a comforting smile. "Put your hand on the screen." I told him. Without missing a beat, I saw Mark press his tan calloused hand against his screen. I lightly put my own hand against my screen, feeling slightly foolish since I knew that he was seas away from me, but doing this made me feel closer than ever to him. "Hey, I'd never die on ye like that. Never. Okay? I know I'm in Ireland, but I'll always be ready to go see you if ye really need me." I shifted my monitor so it showed my bedroom door. To the left of it was my suitcase, fully packed. Suddenly, Mark's eyes watered, tears flowing freely down his face, his shoulders shaking slightly by his silent sobs. "Don't cry, really. It was just a stupid nightmare." I reminded him, feeling shaken and increasingly worried. I have never seen Mark cry before, not like this. It terrified me. "Hope your keyboard is waterproof." I joked weakly, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "Great, look what you did." I teased with a sniff, wiping at my face with the back of my hand. "I thought your eyes turned green when you cried since you have septic eyes." Mark replied, rubbing his face with the sleeve of his red and black flannel. "Sorry to disappoint." I stated sarcastically while grinning. "Okay, I'll let you go, but make sure ye call back so I can talk to ye." I sighed sadly. "Or," Mark took off his headphones, darted over to his bed, grabbed what I assumed was his phone, then disappeared underneath  his desk. At one point, I heard a loud thump and Mark faintly say something I couldn't hear, but I laughed anyway. Finally, he resurfaced, a suitcase similar to mine in one hand and his phone in the other, a ticket for a flight to Ireland tomorrow on the screen. "You can tell me in person." Mark finished. "As long as-" "Absolutely!" I cut him off mid-sentence, not really caring. I had missed him badly and I've been lonely ever since... I shook my head slightly to clear my thoughts and focus on Mark. "You didn't even let me finish!" Mark protested with a laugh. "Ye don't have to." I explained. "Whatever it is, the answer is yes." "So, I can have your subscribers? Oh, or maybe your hat?" Mark inquired with a mischievous smirk. "Well, maybe not every answer." I replied with an eye roll. "See ya after breakfast." Mark waved goodbye as he clicked end call. Before Mark disappeared, I gave him a quick wave and a high five. Once the screen went black, I sat back, wondering how I could explain everything that's changed.