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Pink Nightmares (1/2) (STMF Sequel)

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It had been months since the incident. Everyone since had been sent home once they were released from the hospital. All except for Jack. The reports filed by the police claimed he had left the hospital early without informing the nurses, but there was no evidence to the support the claim. No taxi calls, no bank withdraws, no plane ticket back to Ireland. The cameras never picked up Jack leaving the hospital. He just... Vanished... But they had no other explanation, so the media ran with it. Made him out to be an accomplice to the 'unknown' pyro. Weaving yet another web of lies that the public happily ensnared themselves in. But Mark knew the truth. He was unable to speak the truth, for it was too radical for the modern citizen. Too absurd, too insane. The media would swarm him with cameras, shrinks would dissect his brain within a padded cell. All in an attempt to uncover the facts, ignorant to the idea that they were already before their very eyes.

"Mawk.... Mawk....Mawk!"

"Eh, what's up Yami?"

"You zoned out again."

"Oh, sorry, I'm tired... And I was just thinking..."

"About Jack, right? Why won't you tell me what happened?"

Mark sighed, his head hung in guilt as he halted his recording. Ever since that night, the night that Dark had taken their new found friend, Mark had been eaten by the guilt by withholding the truth from even those closest to him, from those deserving of the truth. Glancing back at the camera, Mark swallowed his fear. Perhaps revealing the events of that fateful night would bring some clarity to his mind. Soothe the parasitic guilt that ate away at his soul. But he was still highly skeptical.

"That night....That night Jack went missing.... The demon, 'Dark', came to our hospital room.... I was too weak to act, but he took Jack... Said that he'd come back for the rest of us someday.... I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to drag you guys  back into it in hopes he would leave you all alone....But, ever since that day, I have been having these horrible nightmares that have kept me up almost every night.... I can see Sean's eyes, so full of fear... I can hear his screams...And that creature, Dark, is always smiling... Always laughing...."

"So... The demon is now an actual person? Like, flesh and blood real? And... Someday, it's going to come for the rest of us?"

"I'm so sorry Aron.... I.. I just wanted to protect you....."

"Hey now, it's alright Mawk. You didn't do anything wrong... Now, I'm going to come back to America, and we'll sort things out. And we will end these nightmares. Together."

"But-"

"No buts. You're too...special, to me. I'd go insane if something happened to you.  I know you want to protect us, but the only way to truly protect us is to defeat this evil. Once and for all."

~~~One week later~~~

"So..... You can't find them?"

Mark asked dismally, choking back tears as he sat forward in his seat, his hands trembling. He had just received the grim news just yesterday, the day of Yami's flight to L.A. His heart had skipped a beat; his breath caught in his throat as he gripped the counter tightly, as if he was afraid of falling.  But now, he couldn't stand, couldn't move an inch from his seat as he listened to the officer's grim recount of the incident that he had called Mark about.

"I'm sorry Mr. Fishbach.... Officers are still looking for a cause for the crash, but it just appears that they swerved into the ditch. Probably to avoid a deer or something. We are still unable to locate their bodies, but the amount of damage... I'm sorry, but no human could have survived...."

"So... Y-you'll let me know if you find them..? Th-thank  you officer..."

Hanging up the phone, Mark allowed Yami's gentle hands to take it from his own trembling ones. In that moment, reality washed over the youtuber in a devastating manor, finally freeing the built up tears that had desperately fought to be freed. Burying his head into Yami's warm chest, Mark sobbed violently as reality came crashing down, destroying any hopes he had for his friends.

"I'm here for you Mawk.... I'll always be here buddy..."

Yami whispered as he rested his chin on top of Mark's head, rubbing his back in slow, gentle, circular motions. Mark couldn't bring himself to speak, all he could do was cling onto his friend as tight as he could, as if he would disappear at any given moment if he let go. And it was at that moment, Mark knew he had made a grave mistake, a mistake that would bring deadly consequences for the others who knew of the horrible truth. They had to warn them, and quick.

"Mawk... come on buddy, you need to calm down..."

"N-no! I-I need to call the  o-o-oothers!"

"I'll call them Mawk.. Here, have this, it'll help you sleep.... Surely you're exhausted, the bags under your eyes tell volumes.."

Yami handed Mark a bottle of what looked like water, and so he took a large gulp of it, the coldness sending shivers down his spine as Mark gasped for air, still trying to calm down as tears continued to stream down his rosy cheeks. Yami then got Mark to stand up, half-carrying him to his bedroom. 

"There there... Sleep man...rest..relax... And in the morning, we'll deal with this.. You're too worked up.."

As Yami laid Mark in his bed, despite his protests, Mark suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion crash through him. His vision blurred as he fought to stay awake, staring up into Yami's eyes. But too late, Mark realized that something was wrong with his dear friend. But was it actually the Brit he knew and loved anymore? The sudden cold stare and all too familiar grin crept into the last shreds of Mark's vision, but he was too sleepy to react. 

"Wha-what did you dooo...."

"Sleeping pills, you need to sleep...friend..."

As darkness crept into his ever increasing blurred vision, Mark sighed as he felt the ground melt from beneath his feet, the darkness now swallowing him whole. As he opened his eyes once again, Mark gasped as the world materialized around him, becoming a building which no longer existed. It was the warehouse where Dark had kept his friends all those months ago. It was the exact reoccurring dream that kept him up all these months, but Mark couldn't help but wonder what fresh hell would be revealed thanks to the sleeping pills.

Following the usual pattern, Mark jogged into the building, awaiting the agonized screams of Jack, but found himself met with silence. Frowning, Mark marched on, pushing open the door which led to the room where all hell had broken loose that fateful day. But now, it was completely empty. 

"Mark, it's been so long since we've had some quality alone time."

The deep voice seemed to come from nowhere and anywhere at once. Mark spun around, but saw no sign of the demon, who chuckled at the youtuber's actions.

"You never cease to amuse me, although I prefer watching you weep for your pathetic friends."

"What do you want from me?!"

"Isn't it obvious Mark? I want you to suffer. The Irishman was only the first step. Now, I cannot be completely furious at you. After all, without you, I would have never succeeded in creating my own physical form. But I am weak in this body, as I am still attached to your mortality. In order to regain all of my powers, I must end your life. But what was the fun in simply doing that? Watching you slowly lose your sanity as I picked off your friends one by one is so much better. And the best part? You cannot stop me."

"I've beaten you before, and I can beat you again! Now tell me, what did you do with them?!"

"Oh, the ones who were moving to L.A? Why, they're with Sean now, want to see?"

Before Mark's eyes, a gaping hole suddenly swallowed the floor, a dull pink light radiating from it. And before he could react, a pair of strong, firm hands shoved him from behind, sending him tumbling into the hole, Dark's laughter echoing off of the walls. Mark cried out as flashes of pink assaulted his vision as he flew down the hole at an intense speed, the ground coming quicker than his screams. But instead of splattering across the ground, Mark came to a sudden stop gently on the ground, only losing his breath in the process. Standing up and dusting himself off, Mark took in his new surrounds, noting some odd features.

First of all, it was as if someone had been painting the area pink, but gave up part way through. Splashes of pink in all sorts of shades were everywhere, from floor to ceiling. There was a source of light, so he could see where he was walking, but Mark still had no clue what sort of building it was, or where it even was. Taking a deep breath, Mark began to talk down the winding corridor, the eerie silence overbearing. He would have risked calling out to his friends, but it was only a dream. At least,  he thought it was still a dream. It couldn't be anything else, right?

After a few aimless turns and visits to empty pink rooms, Mark finally stumbled upon something else. Or should he say, someone else. Tears welled up in his eyes at the sight of his long lost friend. He looked different in this dream, less damaged would be the best way to put it. He could actually tell it was Jack without him screaming. Kneeling next to his friend, Mark reached out to untie the ropes, but his hands went right through them. Of course, it was only a dream.

"Aw, how cute, you still have feelings for him."

"I'm going to fucking murder you, you son of a bitch."

"Ooo, I'm petrified~ Despite the fact that this is your dream, I can still harm you, but you cannot harm me. I won long ago, Mark, I'm a cat playing with its prey. Did you know that those screams were real? I loved to torture him, to fuck him until he couldn't walk. He learned very quick to call me his master. The way he begged for it, I  would have never imagined him such a little slut-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Mark screamed, rising to his feet, swinging his arms in an attempt to do something, anything, to the beast. A strong arm suddenly shot out of the dark, gripping Mark's neck tightly as he was slammed against a wall. Dark's inhuman eyes came into focus, his signature grin on his ashen skin as he watched Mark struggle in his grasp.

"You look so tasty struggling like this. I think that once I turn your British fuck-toy into my pet, I'll enjoy hearing you scream for mercy as I make you bleed."

"I will never give in to the likes of you. Never again. I can and I will defeat you!"

"Oh will you now? I would love to see you try. You cannot save everyone, I mean, look what happened to these two after you opened your trap to that Brit."

Snapping his fingers, Dark chuckled as he released Mark, allowing him to see his friends in the sorrowful state. The suddenly appeared from the ceiling, hanging from nooses as pink blood oozed from many open wounds on their bodies. Their eyes were lifeless, their skin was as pale as the moon.  Mark cried as he stared at his broken friends, his heart heavy with guilt as he wished for them to still be breathing, but it was too late. He was caving into Dark's psychopathic methods, he wasn't sure how much longer he could stand this.

"Hmm... Not sure why all this pink shit's here, or where it is coming from, perhaps because it is your dream? Who knows."

Finally, something snapped in Mark, and with a hysterical howl, he lunged at Dark, wrapping his hands around his throat. Much to Dark's shock, Mark was actually able to grab onto him, and his grip was anything but gentle. Gasping for air, Dark clawed at Mark, leaving deep gashes in his arms, but Mark did not relent.

"I'm...going...to...kill...you!"

All of a sudden, Dark melted beneath him into a puddle of pinkinsh grey, enraging Mark even further. 

"FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN YOU GODDAMN COWARD!"

"Mark...."

Whipping his head around, Mark gasped as he saw that Jack was actually talking to him. But as Jack had begun to speak, the room had begun to melt into a pink, gooey nightmare. He knew he didn't have much time until the next event happened.

"Jack?! Where is he keeping you?"

"Where it all began...."

"But it burned down!"

"Where it all began...Where it all began..."

Mark tried to stand up, but he found himself trapped in the floor, which had become a pool of pink goo. Mark reached out to Jack in a last desperate attempt, but the floor soon swallowed him whole, enveloping him in darkness once again. But just as quickly, Mark found himself waking up, but this time he wasn't in a factory. He was in his bed, surrounded by his friends, or at least he hoped they were his friends. That's when he noticed something; Yami had a rather large purple welt under his eye, and Bob had scratches on his arms. And both Ken and Wade had pinned down Mark's arms, while Yami and Jordan had pinned down his legs.

"Thank God you're awake! You were scaring us man!"

"Wha-what happened?"

"I came from England to help you, remember? You were supposed to pick me up from the airport yesterday, but you never came. So I called Jordan to pick me up. Bob and Wade are here because I called them after we finished our talk last week. Your door was unlocked, so we came in to check on you, but you were fast asleep. At least, until you started attacking us and yelled your lungs out."

Yami explained as they released Mark, who instantly got out of bed to stretch his legs. That's when he had noticed the deep gashes in his arms, like the ones Dark had made. 

"Yeah, those weren't us. They just appeared out of nowhere... Kinda like Freddy Kruger shit man."

"I know it wasn't you guys... Man, I have so much to explain, but could I take a shower first? I need to wake up."

"Sure, we'll go make something for lunch, do you want coffee or tea?"

"Either is fine."

"...Mawk? Are you going to be alright?"

"I will be Aaron, just as soon as we kill this bastard and save our friends. I promise."

He hated lying, but promises seemed to reassure many people. And Yami bought  it, though obviously a bit skeptical. Smiling softly, Mark patted his shoulder before heading into the bathroom, his heart still heavy. For he knew that the promise he made to Yami wasn't one he could keep. For as long as he lived, this would haunt him. He was certain of it.

WELL WELL WELL~
What is this~?
A sequel I promised almost a year ago~?
WOW~ :XD:

I am so sorry this too so long,
I kind of.. forgot about it~
I gave it another name because creativity~ :icondurrdurrplz:

This is the sequel to Stay Toast My Friends,
Which can be read here:
Stay toasty my friends

I could have made this into one long story,
But I chopped it into two to not only give you a break,
But me a break too~ :P
Don't worry,
The rest of it will be up in a few days, hopefully~

This was also partially based on the song Pink Nightmares by Infected Mushroom:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7MzhpZ…

Let me know what you guys think~! :meow:

PT.2
Pink Nightmares (2/2) (STMF Sequel)
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Ooooo!!! Great job!