A few moments later, Felix came back with our food and drinks. "Chocolate chip for both of you." Felix stated as he handed Mark and I our nutrients. "Thanks Felix." I smiled. "So, guys, what's the plan for Pax today?" Wade asked as he took a sip of his coffee. "Well I have a panel almost as soon as I get there, so I have to be speedy." I laughed, swinging my arm a little.

"I don't have anything to do for the first half hour. I'm just gonna wander around the convention and take as many selfies with random statues as I can." Mark shrugged. "Yeah, that's all your Instagram is. Narcissistic  photos of yourself with the occasional Chica photo. You know, I bet your followers like it more when you post about Chica, at least she's actually cute." Felix smirked which caused Wade and I to give a few '"ooh"s.

"Well at least I don't clickbait every single one of my video's titles and thumbnails. I DON'T NEED TITS TO GET VIEWS!" Mark smirked back as he leaned back in his seat, looking proud of himself. "Ooh Mark's got sass!!" I said rather loudly. Mark nodded and smiled egotistically to himself as we continued to chat and drink our coffees.

...

"Uhh, Jack?" Wade looked at me with a confused look. "Yeah?" I tilted my head slightly at him. "Um, are you feeling okay? Your nose is bleeding." He explained in the most calm voice you could ever imagine. I jumped and silently gasped as my eyes widened with fear and I slowly brought my hand up to feel underneath my nose. Sure enough, I felt a warm, wet substance that stained my fingers red. I quickly grabbed a napkin and rushed to the bathroom, where I was greeted with an old man washing his hands, who just kinda stared at me weirdly. The two of us just stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, all while I was losing blood faster than a YouTuber loses monetization because they said the word piss I'm their video.

I snapped out of my gaze breathed out quickly as I took a few steps towards the row of sinks, turning the water on and splashing water on my face, letting blood drop down and cover the nice white basins in a much ironically darker colour; red. "You're a strange one..." I heard the old man remark before leaving, the door squeaking behind him as he left. "Oh like you've never had a nosebleed before." I rolled my eyes and splashed my face a few more times before looking at myself I'm the mirror. Let me tell you, I was a mess. Blood covering the lower half of my face, green hair in a mess, anybody that walked in would probably think that I'm some sort of zombie, or a serial killer.

"That's one bad nosebleed, huh Jack?" I jumped as I turned around to the sound of a familiar voice, resting my palms on the cold surface and leaning against it. What I saw nearly made me have a panic attack right then and there; it looked like a silhouette of Mark, except more sophisticated and formal, with what could only be described as a red and blue glow around him. "Uhh, Mark?" I hesitantly asked. All I got in response was a low chuckle. "You wish I was Mark, dear."

"W-we'll then who..who are y-you?" I asked nervously, probably about to get my soul lifted from me right then and there, in the men's bathroom. "You'll find out soon enough.." and with that, the figure vanished. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes before taking one last glance at myself, and quickly trotting back to the others.

"So then I said, 'no mom! I'm not watching po'- oh hey Jack's back!" Felix greeted me as I sat back down in my seat beside Mark, slightly looking down and rubbing my left arm. "Hey Jack? You seem.. off. Is everything okay?" Mark asked as I tilted my head up to glance at him. "Considering I look like a zombie and I'm quivering like a lost puppy, I'd say not." I thought to myself. But all I did was bite my lip and shake my head. "Should I tell him?" "Dumbass, of course you should tell him." "But what if he changes his opinion about me? Like I'm an insane psychopath?" I battled with my own thoughts, only to be quickly snapped out of them as I heard Mark's fingers snapping in my face. "Hey, earth to Sean." I jumped slightly and slowly lifted my head to look back up at him, my hand still in my upper arm. "I uh, lost a lot of blood.." I started hesitantly. "Yeah.. it's stained all over your face." Mark remarked. He brushed my poofy hair out of my eyes and we just kinda stared at each other, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

"Are you sure you're well enough to go to Pax?" Mark asked, concern clouding his voice. I nodded shakily, knowing I'm probably lying to myself and my friends. But I wasn't letting some stupid nosebleed or hallucination get in the way of me meeting some more of my amazing subscribers. "Are you sure, Jack?" Mark asked sternly. "I'm sure." I reassured him. "It's just a nosebleed. Happens to everyone." I shrugged and turned back to the table. "Mark's right, Jack. I'm really concerned for you." Felix spoke in a low tone and bit his lip. "Guys, I'll be fine. Really." I flashed a smile and took another sip of my coffee, which was now cold.

"I'm fine."

Or is he?