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Insomniac

Summary:

There's something wrong with him. Sean knows it. So does Robin, Mark, his fans... Everyone.

It's as if, as time passes, he's a parasite in his own body -- less like "Sean" and more like "Jack." Were the holes in his memory to blame? Or was it something more? Maybe, behind all it's sneering, that strange entity held all the secrets that were just out of Sean's reach...

(Summary edited as of 7/11/2019)

Notes:

Gifted to Subtle_Shenanigans because she's one of two fan authors that have been a huge inspiration for me when it comes to JSE stuff. I first stumbled into her Dissociation series/drabble colletion by complete accident when looking for Antisepticeye fanfics close to the beginning of this year, when I first got into Jack. In fact Glitching and Echoing were the first Anti fics I had ever read in this fandom. (I totally recommend them, by the way, along with any of her other fanfics. They're all really great!)

That said, I hope you all enjoy! This is just a short little prologue, and I can't promise a consistent upload schedule (I'm an autistic spoonie, so I run out of energy real easily and my life is a bit hectic and unpredictable), but I do have this mostly planned out, so I will finish this! I promise. :)

Chapter 1: Prologue

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Something’s wrong.

He feels it in his bones.

Something’s wrong.

He creeps forwards, light dim overhead.

Something is wrong.

The bowl of the sink is faintly stained while his hands grip only white porcelain.

Something.

His breathing quivers. Red drips into the basin below, splattering against the stains. A mirror hangs before him.

Is.

He doesn’t look.

Wrong.

But he doesn’t have to.

That something breathes down his neck, the air warm and moist against his skin. Sean breathes in tandem with it. Against his will.

Slowly, against better judgement, he looks up and sees the red staining his lips and chin as it streams from his nose. He sees his own blue eyes, bloodshot and rimmed with dark circles. But he only lingers on these things for a few moments. Just a few.

It’s the black eyes that he focuses on; they stare at him from behind, cold and unfeeling. As he stares into that gaze, something icy cold grips his chest. His breathing shudders. It’s suffocating.

His legs buckle out from under him and he hits the floor.

Just before he passes out a distorted laugh, his laugh, echoes in his head.

Darkness consumes him.

Notes:

I meant to have this out way sooner, but because of what happened with Signe I had to rewrite the beginning of this and still have a couple of more things to rewrite before I can have a proper first chapter out. But I didn't want to let this sit any longer since I've literally had this planned for months, so here we are. Sorry for the short length. I promise that full chapters will be way longer than this.

If you see any grammatical or spelling errors, feel free to point them out! I don't really have a beta for this so it'll be appreciated.

Also as a disclaimer: this is NOT my Anti hc or theory on what he is or how he got there. This is just a fun concept I thought of when talking to friends.