You woke up on your bed. Everything seemed to be normal. "What the hell is going on?" You whispered to yourself. "Was that all just a dream?"

You turned to your side and saw Jack peacefully sleeping. "Jack?" You said as you turned him over. But it wasn't what you expected- he has blood dripping from his lip. "JACK!" You screamed, which woke him up.

"What?!" He asked as he shot up to a sitting position. "Your lip! It's bleeding!"

"Huh?" He put his hand up to feel his lip. "Oh my god, what the hell?" He said as he got out of bed to rush to the bathroom.

"How about now, Y/N? Do you think that this is a dream now?" Anti chuckled. "No! Get out of my head Anti! Y-you're not real!" You cried.

"But what about all the fun we've had?"

"That wasn't fun! Just... Leave me alone!" You blurted. Anti stopped, and Jack came back into the room wiping his lip with toilet paper. It was stained with blood.

"Jack are you alright? What happened?" You asked. I have no frigggin clue, what the hell?" Jack replied, half in an unstable mindset. He was trying to comprehend this just as much as you.

"Maybe you just but your lip or something." You suggested. You didn't want to jump straight to any... Ahem... Paranormal conclusions.

"Yeah probably. I tend to move around a lot when I sleep so I probably just rolled into my face or something." Jack sighed as he sat down in the bed beside you. You were still comfortable under the covers while he was up and ready to tackle another day.

"Hey Jack?" You bluntly asked. "Hm?" He mumbled as he turned to face you. "D-did you have any weird dreams last night?"

Jack looked down at the floor. "Yes."

"What was it about?"

Jack looked at you with a concerned look and said one word. "Anti."

Your expression went blank. Maybe this wasn't a dream after all. But, what could explain all the sudden waking up in your bed.

"I did too." You said.

Jack stared at you for a moment. "Maybe it wasn't a dream..." He whispered. "Oh come on, don't be silly now. I'm gonna get dressed and you go downstairs and turn on the Tv or something, okay?" You suggested as you sat up, put your hand on Jack's shoulder and hung your legs over the bed.

Jack's sighed and left the room. You quickly threw on a baggy shirt and some sweatpants and trotted down to the living room to meet him. "You hungry?" You asked as you sat down beside him.

"No actually." He replied. "Wait, what time is it?" He continued. "Seven? Crap that's early." He sighed as he leaned back on the couch. "Actually Jack, I'm gonna go make you some soup. You look pale." You declared. You were concerned for Jack. Especially since you were convinced that last night in fact was not a dream.

Jack's POV

Was last night a dream? I'm not too sure myself. What I do know is that Anti is trying to fight back. He wants revenge. Except this time, he's trying to take over my body. He's trying to get me to kill...

I felt nauseous. I couldn't help that. But thank god Y/N was making some delicious soup.

Then I had a thought.

Wait, Halloween is coming up isn't it? D-does Anti want to do the same thing he did to me last year...? Does he want revenge on that too?

I felt a strange pain in my head and my eyes starting to go black, but I managed to fight it off. At least for now. I don't know how long I'll be able to fight Anti until he fully takes over and I'm gone. For good.