Jack woke up with a start, taking a deep breath in as his eyesight adjusted to the idea of there being so much sunlight in his bedroom. After pulling off an all nighter, he had no motivation in getting up from his warm bed whatsoever... Up until his doorbell rang, that is.

The boy grumpily laughed at his own body aches while joking about how old he was getting, messing with his lime green hair as he made his way towards the door. Outside stood his best friend Mark, who he had grown very fond of a few years ago in YouTube.

His presence made Jack's frown turn into a smile as he greeted him with his eyes still squinting at the burning sun.

"Top of the morning to ya, Jackie!" Mark teased, greeting his best buddy as Jack let out a silent laughter, allowing him inside of his apartment.

"Getting better by the day, Markimoo. But next time try "top of tha morning to ya," instead." The older boy giggled. "Ah, gotcha gotcha! Woah... Rough night, bud?" Mark questions in reference to how messy his friend's house was.

Jack nodded with one eye half open, causing the other to chuckle softly. "Now listen, I didn't come here without a purpose," he admitted, earning his friend's attention.

"It's 2016, and what's trending nowadays?" Clueless about what Mark's answer was, the older shrugged, taking a completely wild guess. "Hmm.. DANK MEMES?" He burst out laughing for a moment as Mark's eyes slowly disappeared while he giggled.

"Well, that. BUT there's also this thing that's been circulating around the internet for a few years now called "Creepypasta" in case you haven't already heard of it." The lime haired boy wiggled his eyebrows in agreement to Mark's reply.

"Ohhh thaaat, I think I've heard a thing or two of that. I'm not that into it, though." Jack stated, reaching for his favorite mug to serve himself a cup of coffee while offering some to his friend.

Mark politely declined, insisting on having drank coffee right before he made his way to his house. He did, however, accept a warm English Muffin that Jack was warming up in the toaster. Then, the boy officially started his day off.

"Ahh, alright. Now I'm good to go." Jack exhaled, smiling into his warm coffee while taking one last sip before Mark could discuss a very intriguing topic with him. Usually, Jack isn't one to believe in the afterlife, due to his lack of interest in supernatural or anything related to ghosts in general.

Yet with what Mark had recently revealed to him, Jack might have started to second guess his beliefs.

"So you remember playing that old Nintendo game called "Lavender Town" ?" His friend nods, memories of the game flooding to the back of his mind. "I recall making a short series of that game on my channel, the game was weird as hell! But pretty fun, not gonna lie."

Mark smirked. "Weird in what way? Did it.. I dunno.. Change your mood, for example?" He asks, hoping for a promising response with sparkling eyes.

"Oh, definitely. Each time I would lose, my mood would shift from an angelic soul to a possessed demon of the seven hells. Ohhhh, and don't EVEN get me started on the fuckin' Calderon guy game." The boys burst out laughing in relation to the struggles they shared when playing a nearly impossible game to beat.

"I had to buy a new chair because I broke my old one when playing that stupid game." Mark giggled, relating to Jack in his frustration with games that seemed never-ending and too difficult to win.

"That game is literally not beatable! But not as much as Mr. Mix, however. Oof, good luck getting through that without experiencing permanent trauma." Jack jokingly said, jumping up almost immediately when Mark clapped his hands together and stood up.

"You read my mind, Jack! That's exactly what I came here to talk to you about." And their conversation evolved into an endless loop of theories they had over "Mr. Mix" along with "Lavender Town" and a few other underrated and overrated games.

Their theorizing was so intense that it resulted in Jack slowly seeping into the Creepypasta fandom, yet the boy didn't wish to be reeled in so easily. Just then, Mark came up with a brilliant idea.

"Alright, how's about we do a little experiment on both games. You vs. Me." That sounded quite tempting for the older boy to ignore, so he shook hands on it with the red haired male.

"Ohhh, you're on. What do we have to do?"

"Simple: The dare is to survive 12 days playing those two games. I'll play Mr. Mix and you play Lavender Town. Whoever makes it to the last day wins... But within limits, of course." That last sentence made Jack's daring side peek through his interior.

All that he could focus on now was starting the dare as soon as possible.

"It's a deal, may the best gamer win."

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