Prelude to the YouTube Game: The First of Many

The Demon's Call

Sean remains still and feverish while Chase weeps into his chest.

From behind closed eyes and by ways unknown to him; Sean is forced to watch this, he is trying desperately to convince himself that this is a dream. For the mere fact that he looking at himself lying in a hospital bed.

"Chase, please! Stop crying it will be okay." Sean reaches forwards he wants to comfort his friend.

His hand only goes about eight inches out in front of him before striking some hard and clear. His hand folds into a fist against the clear barrier. He is trembling and a single tear falls.

That's when he wittiness his dream self also shed a tear and his left hand, that is folded into a fist against the barrier, curls into a fist on the bed. Where it catches some of the bed sheets.

"Sean?" Chase asks tearfully looking up after feeling the tug of the sheets.

Sean's right-hand shoots up to his heart this is painful to hear. He watches to see it the hand that Chase is holding attempts to pull away. But hand remains limp in Chase's; Chase is staring at Sean's still face, "Sean you're crying." He reaches with the pad of his index finger and runs it across the tear streak.

Sean feels a slight shock in the exact spot that Chase touches. Sean's left eye twitches in response. Yet, his dream self doesn't share the eye twitch. Thus, further convincing him that this is a dream; the matches are mere coincidences.

You can see it for yourself. The high pitch voice whisperers in his ear, a dream it is not! The voice causes paralyzing fear in Sean. However, Jack responds in anger, "Alright, asshole! Then explain why I can see myself laying in a bed. Yet, I'm right here awake and talking!" Jack whirls around fully intending to punch a bitch.

Jack's wrist is immediately caught by a grip that is cold and strong, his arm is forced skyward. So suddenly that his shoulder painfully pops Jack lets out a cry. He is looking into a formless black mass. When out of the mass another arm shoots towards and catches him under his chin. Jack attempts to push the hand away but his hand passes right through the mist. Though the grip doesn't loosen against his chin.

"Show your true colors, Demon!" Jack yells as his chin is being forced up.

You aren't ready!! The voice is very hollow sounding.

Jack is about to challenge when he hears Chase scream his name. A wave of dread rushes over Jack, combined with Sean's fear and pain. He starts to hear his panicked heartbeat in his ears. Jack's legs become weak now the hand is beginning to strangle him.

"Pl-please." Jack struggles to say.

The formless mass presses close, Jack feels his back press against the barrier. His left arm still being held and pushed upward. The hand that was just pushing his chin up is now deliberately pushing against his throat. The mass whispers into his hear.

This is only the beginning!

The mass disappears, letting Jack collapses to the ground coughing and gasping.

Chase is calling for the nurse as he lays there watching. His dream self's heart is racing.

"Jack, let me take the lead. Rest up." Sean says through the pain and fear. He understands that his 'Recording Energy' is going to come in handy later on.

Jack doesn't argue as he retreats. Sean watches as Chase is forced out of the room.

To Sean's dismay, he follows Chase out into the hallway. Who collapses to his knees. Sean touches the barrier with his right hand, "Please Chase, be strong."