It All Started With...

A Blackout.

"Hey, Ian..." Started Anthony, body sprawled over a black desk chair, eyes staring up at the ceiling in boredom, "...I'm fuckin' bored. What the hell can we do?" He asked tiresomely before looking out the sliding door int the dark outside of the night sky.

Shrugging, the shorter of the two spoke tediously, "...I dunno...you wanna play a game?" Ian suggested, standing from the couch and heading towards the xbox they shared and played on whenever they were at a complete loss on what to do for entertainment.

"We should make an Ian is bored right now. That's how bored I am. Or maybe make up a dinner with smosh or something." Groaned the agitated Mexican, closing his eyes for a minute, feeling the effects of drowsiness from not being able to do anything at the moment.

"A dinner with smosh at midnight?" Chuckled Ian, "Why the hell aren't we sleeping if we're so bored?"

Anthony shrugged, "I'm not really...in the mood to sleep- I feel like actually doing something, I'm really pumped up for some reason, but at the same time kinda tired, it's weird." He stated, pursing his lips to one side in confusion, unsure what was even going on anymore, "Just pop in a random game, I could care less what it is."

"Why don't we watch a movie instead? So we can just go to sleep right after- or even during?" Asked Ian, feeling rather sleepy for supposedly no reason.

"Nah, movies are overrated- let's just check out what's on the internet, man." Stated Anthony, turning over in his chair to face the computer, only to face another problem, "...I'm braindead- I don't know what the hell to look for." He sighed, groaning in frustration.

Not a second later, the blue eyed best friend was next to the other, looking at the Internets homepage screen, "...How about we just...look through that meme place with all the memes?"

Anthony gave a light laugh at the way his friend described the website, "Nah, I feel like looking for some scary stuff while we eat something, laughing at the lame stories they post on there."

"But I don't want to read scary stories..." Whined Ian, arms slouching over while he held a stern pout, "I've gotten nightmares from some of those, bro."

This time, the taller male gave a loud laugh at the others unwillingness to participate in a hunt for funny 'scary' stories, "Come on, Ian. We know all those stories are bullshit, you don't have to lie about it if you don't wanna watch it." He coughed lightly and whispered an almost unheard, "Wuss." Before he coughed again, horribly disguising his insult.

The other rolled his eyes and exaggeratedly shook his whole body, while making an melodramatic exclamation with a high pitched, slurred voice, "I'm not a wuss, you betch."

Keeping the joke going, Anthony spoke, "I don't like your tone of voice."

Ian made a face, before literally changing his tone of voice to a more deeper level, "IS THIS BETTUR?" He exclaimed, voice growling as he 'changed his tone of voice' and made a derpy face.

The Mexican let out a contented laugh, smiling at the idiocy of his friend, "Fuck you, Ian."

"When and where?" He smirked, suddenly dancing wildly as he sang, "IAN, THE MASTER OF COMEBACKS!"

Anthony placed a shaking hand over his reddened face, body convulsing with lighthearted laughs, "Shut up already, I'm looking for the scariest shit I can possibly find. So I can laugh at it." He muttered, stopping his chuckles and searching through the net for 'the scariest shit he could find', looking through pages of content he's already seen, until he stumbled across a small forum.

Ian looked at it curiously as well, "What is that? A forum?"

"No, It's a dog."

"Just like your mom!" He smiled, "IAN, THE MASTER OF COMEBACKS!" he fist pumped a bit, before looking over the page with his friend, "...What's the link for?" He whispered quietly, unsure about any of this, since whatever forum this was, seemed to be rather...shady.

"I don't know- you want me to click on it?" He proposed, reading over the rest of the message, "It says; 'Once you have read this, you must watch the video in the link, stare deeply into the girl's eyes, but dare not look away, for if you do, you will be driven insane.'" Finished Anthony, before smirking at the post, "This guy is such a liar. Let's watch it."

Ian looked at it suspiciously, but shrugged and nodded anyway, instantly regretting it once the other dark haired man clicked the link to open up to a new page on an unknown website, "Oh my God!" He wheezed, grappling at his face in shock from the picture of the already playing video, "T-turn it off, Anthony!"

Anthony shook his head, "Nuh-uh, you have to keep looking Ian! It said not to look away or you'll go insane, so don't look away~" He mocked, staring at the picture without a hint of fear, and more of a cocky attitude towards the non shocking video to him.

However, the other refused to look at the bloodied, completely mutilated body of the girl in the picture, seeming to get more deformed as it went through the video; the brown haired American closed his eyes tightly and discreetly placed his hands over his eyes, "I'm not looking at it...that is some creepy shit, bro. It looks way too fucking real."

"Maybe it is~" Joked Anthony, "OoOoh~ I'm a ghoOoOost~! Boo!" He played around, still staring at the video, not really caring about it, it's not like it was real.

But soon enough, it ended for the both of them, the video went blank as a signal it ended and they were both free to leave, "You can move your hands from your eyes now, Ian. Geez, it's just a stupid video." He rolled his eyes, nudging the other so he would remove the hands from his face.

Indeed, the other removed his hands and sat on the floor with a not amused face, "It was fucking creepy as hell." He muttered, about to speak again before-

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The computer monitor suddenly turned off, along with every single light source they had; which utterly scared the shit out of the both of them, "OH SHIT." They yelped simultaneously, grasping the closest thing there was to them in panic, not expecting the sudden black out. Anthony then began to chuckle, "Damn, that was one hell of a coincidence, man." He laughed at the others scared face.

"What the fuck, man- that was one scary as hell coincidence, I can't see shit!" He hissed, pushing himself away from the other and pulling out his cell phone, which seemed to also be dead, "...Hey Anthony, is you cell working? Mine seems to be dead or something." Spoke Ian, tampering with his juiced out phone, "Shit!"

The aforementioned man pulled out his own iphone and turned it on, only for it to remain null and void, "...Uh...I don't know what happened." He started, not even relating it at all to the video they had seen, "Maybe it's some sort of weird power outage?" He questioned, looking outside, but saw only lights in the distance, "...That's weird, I don't know what's going on." He ended.

Ian took a deep breath, before exhaling in frustration, "...What the hell do we do now?" He asked, feeling very creeped out, and for some strange reason, there was this nagging feeling at the back of his head as well, bothering him endlessly, "...Listen, Anthony...um...I"m not feeling too good." Ian spoke, scratching the back of his neck, looking over at his room, "I"m gonna go sleep, alright?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Answered Anthony, "I'm going to bed too, man. There's nothing we can do now."

Border Line

Border Line

Morning finally arose from the depths of nighttime, engulfing the house with vast amounts of natural sunlight on this beautifully clear day. It seemed like everything would be fine, as long as the two woke up and ate breakfast before they starved to death.

A groan was heard in Anthony's room, along with a loud, gruff yawn of the late morning, "...Damn, that was the best sleep I've ever had, man." He spoke to no one in particular, instead, removing the sheets from his half naked body and stepping out of his bed, only to let out a shocked shout, "Ian, what the fuck?"

The white man lay on the floor, completely awake, and in seemingly some kind of strange trance, "...Ian...?" Asked Anthony, not amused at all, "Dude, get off the floor, we have to go make breakfast...or order breakfast." He changed, blinking the sleepiness out of his eyes, softly nudging the other with his foot, "Get up, man."

"...Anthony...?" Asked the man on the floor, looking up at the other with a confused face, "...What are you doing in my room?" He questioned curiously.

"YOU'RE in MY room, Ian. Damn, are you on something?" He joked, standing up and bending over to help the other idiot, "Come on, I'm damn hungry."

The other laughed and nodded, "Yeah, I guess I'm still tired or something, I don't even remember sleeping."

"Whatever man, come on. Let's go get something...or we could just make eggs?"

"Let's just go get some 'American' food." Shrugged Ian.

Border Line

Border Line

Once the two came back, feeling normal and holding two large bags of something, they sat down on the table, emptying their packages, "Hell yeah!" Exclaimed Ian, grasping his pancakes with both hands excitedly, "I'm starving man! I feel like I haven't eaten in days or something!"

"Just like always, you damn vacuum." Chuckled Anthony, opening his own food to eat.

As soon as the pale male had laid his eyes upon his meal for more than two seconds, the growling in his stomach had abruptly stopped, and all his hunger disappeared, "...Whoa, dude- I'm not...I'm like, not hungry anymore." He said with a shocked appearance.

The other returned the look with a raised, baffled brow, "We just got this Ian...are you feeling sick or something?"

"No...I guess I just wasn't hungry or something, maybe it just went away." Ian spoke, "But I guess I should at least try to eat it, right?"

Anthony only nodded, beginning to eat his own food which consisted of a bacon egg and cheese biscuit, "You probably just confused yourself or something." He offered, watching the other take a bite out of his pancakes with a disgusted look on his face, "...Is something wrong?"

Pursing his lips, he nodded his head, "It tastes like shit, if not worse."

Motioning his hand towards himself, the Mexican grabbed the pancakes, "Let me try it." And so he did, grabbing an onyx black fork and cutting right into the pancake, tasting the divine syrup, "...It tastes fine to me, there's just something wrong with your tongue."

"There is not!" Ian fought, taking back his pancakes and grabbing his fork,about to try to eat another piece, before a sudden wave of nausea hit him with the force of a thousand fists, "...Oh God..." He whispered, standing from his chair with his back hunched in pain as he held his mouth to keep the any vomit from coming out.

Anthony stood as well, walking over to him, "Are you okay? Do you need any help?" He asked, offering assistance, "Maybe you just caught something, you know? Those shitty fan mails can be pretty sick."

Ian only nodded, pretty much limping over to the bathroom with the help of his best friend patting his back gently, which seemed to help a lot, "I-I have to puke man." He stuttered, running to the bathroom door and slamming it open, before closing it again and leaning over the toilet, beginning to retch his lungs out. It felt like there were needles in his throat, it was so damn painful.

An alarmed shout came from the opposite side of the door, along with a few knocks, "Ian, are you okay? Do we have to take you to the hospital or something?"

The only answer Ian could shout back was garbled up beyond recognition as he vomited into the toilet seat, sinking his head in even further. 'Shit, this HURTS' Thought Ian, tears blurring his vision as the nausea overwhelmed him like a painful torture sequence, he barely had enough time to even breathe, and reaching for the handle to flush was such a bother right now.

Anthony stood on the other side of the door, waiting for his friends retching spell to pass; but in the midst of feeling worried for him, his hand impulsively reached for the handle and twisted it open, gently walking into the bathroom, only to have his face rewritten with horror, "Oh God, Ian! You're throwing up blood, man!"

The blue eyed male looked over at him for a quick second as the puking stopped, his mouth was covered with blood, along with little bits that managed to get all over his shirt and specks of his face, "A-Anthony..." He whispered hoarsely, his throat sore from being practically eroded away by the acidic blood, "...H-hospital-!" He yelped, before turning back to the toilet and regurgitating an awful mass of blood that nearly chocked him, "Anthony call the ambulance!" Screamed Ian, begging his friend with pale, blue eyes.