sat in his office, donning his yellow gunner glasses and browsing through
twitter. He smiled as he replied to various fans and friends- this was one of
his favorite parts of the day, especially since he hadn’t been sleeping well
lately. Though hours ago he had promised Signe he would go to bed at a decent
hour, yet here he was, scrolling through sweet messages and brilliant 140
character or less comedy bits. The mere thought of going to bed only to lie
awake, tossing and turning, made his stomach churn. He would close his eyes
only to see bright green eyes. Dark red blood. He would hear television static.
The high pitched wail of malfunctioning speakers. He shivered and tried to
shake those thoughts away.
The nightmares would end,
eventually. But for now, he found comfort in his bright screens and digital
even heard Signe’s footsteps into his office.
Sean,” she greeted, walking up to his office chair. She leaned over the chair,
placing her chin atop his head.
looked up and met her, pecking her on the lips. “Morning!” He laughed. She
smiled and shook her head. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
headed to bed. When are you coming?” She walked to the side of his chair and
squat beside him, patting his hand.
probably going to grab a beer and play a little bit of Overwatch before heading
to bed.” He took her hand and held it, gingerly. Reassuringly. She stood back
up, holding his hand a little tighter.
stay up too late, ‘kay?” She let go of his hand and pecked him on the cheek.
Don’t let the bed bugs bite!” He laughed. She laughed in return. He could feel
that she was worried but she didn’t let it show. They both thought the exact
same thing: “That laugh makes my heart melt.” She turned and left, though
returned to his computer screen, switching between his tumblr and twitter tabs.
It was not laziness but the distraction of silly memes and skype messages
preventing him from getting up and getting the aforementioned beer. He finally
got up and headed to the kitchen, opened the fridge door and grabbed a glass
bottle of beer, then headed back to his office. Before sitting down he pulled a
set of keys and keychains from his pocket. He opened the beer with a bottle
opener keychain and tossed the cap in a nearby trashcan. He whispered, “yes!”
to himself and chuckled, then sat down. A skype message from Mark awaited.
[Mark: You up?
Jack: Yeah, what’s up?
Mark: I’ve got some time. Want to play some Overwatch?
Jack: Of course. Done for the day already?
Mark: It’s only fiveish. I’m going out for some food in a couple of hours with
Ross and Holly when they get done working.
Jack: Nice- see you there in a bit.]
Jack closed out of the chat window
and got up from his chair to search for his headset and controller,
finding them under his desk. As he stood up he looked
around his office. It wasn’t a mess but things were where they didn’t belong,
which wasn’t like Jack at all. He always kept his office in shape but ever
since his nightmares he found he just didn’t have the energy. Even recording
videos was draining him- and he loved recording videos. If anything, that’s
what gave him energy. He didn’t know when he slept last.
Every time he blinked he saw bright
green eyes. He knew them so well at this point. They were similar to that of
Septiceye Sam, but they weren’t always the same. Sometimes they were sad, lonely
eyes. Eyes that watched someone else have so much fun. Eyes that witnessed so
many happy interactions with friends and loved ones. Eyes that were jealous.
Eyes that were angry. Eyes that
yearned to be loved but held so much violence in their gaze.
Jack was so tired.
He played a few rounds of Overwatch-
they both discussed their days and upcoming projects. In between matches they
pranked Ken via text and were met with vulgar pictures as payback, sending them
both into fits of laughter. At times Jack worried he’d wake up Signe. He
worried that she worried. The last thing he wanted to do was worry her. He knew
she wanted him to get some sleep. He did, too.
He wondered when exactly it was he
slept last. How long had he been running on empty? And HOW had he managed to?
He could remember an hour long nap somewhere in all this mess…he thought.
Jack shivered, blinking several
times. His gaze returned to his computer screen. What was he playing? Overwatch-
that’s right. Overwatch. Who was that that called his name? Wasn’t he playing
“Jack, you still there? Didjya get
Mark, Mark- he was playing with
Mark. “NO! Yeah, I’m here.”
“Maybe you should get some sleep- I’ve
got to get ready to go in a bit anyway.”
“Yeah, sure Mark- I’ll get off here
for a bit and work on a few things.” Jack was met with silence.
After a bit of silence, Jack heard, “Go
to bed, Jack. You’re spacing out.”
Was he? Maybe. But he couldn’t
sleep. “I will- sure, yeah, I will. Yeah. You go get some grub! I’ll catch you
“…text me later, okay? I’ll text
you.” Mark’s voice…Jack had him worried, too. They disconnected.
Jack put his controller in it’s proper
place. That’s it! He could tidy up his office- that would get his mind off
things! He turned to the door to grab a rag and dust his shelves to be met by
Signe standing in his office doorway. He screamed a short, shocked scream. He
didn’t even hear her! She wasn’t in her pajamas and still had makeup on.
“You scared me!” Jack laughed,
placing his hand on his heart. “You okay?”
She stood still, unblinking. Jack
waited for her to respond. He laughed again, albeit a bit nervous.
“Well, you’re still scaring me. Can
I get you anything, maybe—“
“Those. Eyes. Are not yours.” Signe
eyes are not mine.
Jack stepped back a bit. “Wh-what? Signe…” he walked a bit
closer to her, reaching out to touch her. He placed a hand on her shoulder,
arms length away from her. She opened her mouth and an awful screeching noise
was all Jack could hear. Signe burst into bright green and black ones and
zeros. Jack screamed and fell to the floor, quickly crawling backwards until
his back hit the wall. He struggled to catch his breathe. “That wasn’t real.
That wasn’t real. Th-that wasn’t real.” His hands shook- he put them under his
armpits and sat still, eyes wide open.
He was afraid to blink or even
move. Was he hallucinating? He’d never had a hallucination and didn’t know what
one was like. His eyes burned. He blinked and caught a quick glimpse of the
green eyes. Was that Signe?
SIGNE. He had to go check on her. He
jolted up from the floor and ran to their room. Out of breathe he grabbed his
phone from his pocket and used it’s light to see as not to disturb her with the
overhead light. She laid in bed, fast asleep- her phone next to her charging,
laid where Jack would usually sleep. He sighed, relieved. He was just seeing
things. For a brief second he thought about joining her but again shuddered at
the thought of trying to sleep.
Maybe there was something he could
get done, answer a few work emails- work in his “games to play” notebook. He
really regretted having that beer. He decided to get some coffee from the
kitchen- some quick acting caffeine could help. As he walked to the kitchen he
debated on attempting a power nap. Maybe he would get used to the haunting
sound- maybe he could fight through it and get some proper sleep.
He made it to the kitchen and began to make a pot of
coffee. As it brewed he thought of what he had just witnessed. The nightmares
couldn’t compare to what he just saw. They had always been about him, never
anyone else. He felt something warm trickle down his cheek. He wiped the
feeling away with the back of his hand. The coffee finished and he grabbed a
cup from the pantry. The hand he grabbed the cup with was stained red. He set
the cup down and touched his cheek again. He examined his fingertips. Blood.
Jack rushed to the bathroom. The
face that stared at him through the mirror was his own. Same brown and green
hair. Same pale white skin. Same light blue eyes and stubble chin. No blood. He
looked back down to his hand. No blood. He was lightheaded. Why was tonight so
much worse than any other sleepless night? What was happening? He left the
bathroom, grabbed his coffee, and went back to his office.
Jack let go of his coffee and
watched the cup fall to the floor. He felt so weak. He felt limp, but did not
fall. His head fell to the side, eyes wide open. What was happening? He couldn’t
say a word. He panicked but could do nothing.
Whose voice was that? It sounded
familiar but how—he knew he had never heard it before.
are Sean. I am Jack.
Jack knew his name was Sean. Jack
owned both names- it really just depended on who he was talking t—
Wrong. WRONG. I am Jack.
What did this voice want from him?
are my friends. They are my loves. They love me. ME.
Static and screeching pierced Jack’s
ears. He dropped to his hands and knees, regaining a little bit of control. Who
was the voice talking about?
have nothing. I need what is mine.
Jack gulped. He was chilled to the
bone, unsure of what to do. Was this, too, a hallucination?
was here first. They belong to me.
Jack knew the voice somehow knew
what he was thinking- but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to talk to the voice. “They
belong to no one. I’m sure my friends would like you.” Jack lifted his head,
still on his knees. He pushed himself from the carpet.
FRIENDS. MY HOME. YOU ARE NOTHING.
What had he done to anger the voice?
What was it trying to do…control him? Was this real?
EYES. I AM JACK.
Shaking, Jack stood to his feet. “N-now
calm down. Everything will be okay. You can’t own people. These are my eyes.
Can’t we co-exist?” A pain shot through him and he felt weak once again.
AM JACK. I AM LOVED.
Jack managed to speak through the
pain. “A-are you mad th-at,” he coughed, “I have friends? You can, too. But you
can’t hurt them. I can be your friend.” He fell to his knees again, coughing.
The pain was unbearable.
NO. NO. WRONG. YOU CAN BE NOTHING.
EYES ARE MINE.
Jack felt blood drip from his eyes
again. His heart ached. He didn’t know what was happening. He felt like he was
slipping away. He coughed and saw his carpet stain red.
He didn’t want to say goodbye. He
loved Signe. He loved his friends. He loved the community he helped create. He
didn’t want to see them go. The last thing he felt was tears stream down his
Jack’s shell fell on it’s side, eyes
blank. A deafening silence filled the room. The shell smiled after a while. It
closed it’s eyes, then opened again. They were no longer blue. They were bright
green. It slowly stood to it’s feet and looked at it’s hands. His hands. He
walked to the bathroom and started to wipe the blood and tears away from his
face. Jack’s pale face. Jacks brown and green hair. It’s bright green eyes. He
stared in the mirror and smiled.
I haven’t written fan fiction since I was in middle school. I haven’t written ANYTHING in months. It’s you, you awesome fandom with your fanart and theories and whatnot that gave me the itch to write this up! I hope y’all like it! I’m open to critique- hell, hate on it if you’re bored- I’ll just be happy you read it! Again, thanks so much!
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