Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown nor any of its characters, nor do I make any profit or attempt to with the writing of this or any of my other pieces.

Warning: Homosexuality, language, implications of sex, mentions of sexual abuse, and mentions of death.

Acrophobia

"C'mon, Chase, I don't wanna do this!" the red-head whined pathetically.

"This technique will help you with your balance, Spicer," Chase informed his consort.

"But we're so high!" Jack complained.

"And why should that make any difference?" Chase inquired stiffly, "I was unaware that you have acrophobia."

Jack narrowed his eyes at the elder man and gave him a 'look'. "That's a fear of heights, Chase. I use my heli-pack, if not every day, every other day. I'm practically at home in the skies, when I'm flying through the air, defying gravity, soaring above the clouds, and all that jazz."

"…so, what's the problem, then?"

"Well, a fear of falling is a whole, different story."

Agoraphobia

"Chase, you doin' alright?"

"I'm perfectly fine, Spicer."

"No, you're not. You're doing that thing with your eyes."

"I have absolutely no idea what you are referring to, Spicer, and frankly, I don't really care. Would you mind paying less attention to me and more attention to what groceries we need?"

"I am and I'm referring to that thing you do where you narrow your eyes and slouch. You do that when you think someone's going to attack you."

"…shut up, Spicer."

"Chase, no one's going to try and attack you in here."

"You don't know that. Someone in this crowd of people could easily-"

"I realize that, Chase, but these people risk their lives every day when they leave the house without having the kinds of skills you have to defend themselves. Besides, I don't think that they're so stupid as to attack a guy as scary looking as you. They're just here to shop, like you and me, okay?"

"They keep staring at me."

"You're hot sex on toast. I would be shocked and insulted if they weren't staring at you."

"…thank you, Jack."

"No problem, hon."

Agraphobia

Chase sat quietly in his library, reading one of his favorite horror novels. At least, he was trying to do so. Out of the corner of his eye, Chase could see his lover walking back and forth outside, every so often poking his head through the door for a few fleeting seconds and then back out again.

"Spicer?" the warlord beckoned his consort.

Jack trudged into the library, wearing a huge grey t-shirt and grey sweatpants to match. "What's up, Chase?"

"You've been dancing outside my door for the past 20 minutes," Chase stated, "Is there something you wish to discuss with me?"

The red-head bit his lower lip and averted his eyes, obviously debating whether or not he should answer.

"Jack…" Chase said in a warning tone.

"Chase, you'd never…umm…" the youth's voice trailed off.

"I'd never what?" the dragonlord pressed.

"In bed," Jack started again, "You'd never…beat me up, right? Like hit me or something?"

His master blinked in surprise. "Why would you ask a question like that, Spicer?"

"Well, I've…" Jack struggled with his words, "I've done a lot of reading recently and I read a lot of stories about victims of…like, sexual abuse."

"And you believe that I would abuse you like a common thug?" Chase demanded, but kept his voice calm so as not to frighten the young man.

"No! It's just…ugh!" Jack groaned to himself, placing his hands over his frustrated expression. When he finally revealed his face again, he confessed, "I'm just paranoid, alright? I mean, we've gotten rough before, which I like by the way, but I just wanted you to know that I don't play that really abusive shit."

Chase stood up from his chair and strode over to his troubled lover. He grabbed the boy's hands and looked him dead in the eye to make sure Jack was paying close attention.

"Jack, I promise, I will never abuse you in that way. Yes, we do tend to get rough, but we do that to make everything more pleasurable and exhilarating. Besides, I have your consent to do such things. I have never forced myself upon you because I wish to cause you pleasure, not pain. If you don't want to engage in certain activities, we won't. Understand?"

Jack smiled broadly and nodded, now reassured.

Arachnophobia

"AHHHH!" a horrified scream came.

Chase whirled around just in time for Jack to tackle him, wrapping his arms around the overlord's neck and his legs around Chase's waist.

Trembling with uncontrollable fear, Jack stammered out, "He's after me, Chase! He's gonna get me!"

"Who, Spicer?" Chase pressed, "Who's in the citadel? How could he have slipped past the guards?"

Jack merely clung to Chase, shaking his head in terror, mumbling under his breath. Then, the red-head glanced up for a moment and his eyes went wide as he screamed, "There! He's right there!"

Chase looked in the direction his consort was now pointing frantically at, but saw absolutely nothing.

"Is he invisible?" Chase inquired.

"What? No!" Jack shouted at him indignantly and resumed his pointing. "He's right there, dammit! Can't you see him?"

Chase scanned the area, but still couldn't see what his mate was shrieking about. "Spicer, what are you pointing at? There's nothing there."

"Agghh! He's coming toward us!" Jack screamed, practically climbing up Chase's body, like a monkey scurrying up a tree.

"Spicer!" Chase growled angrily, when the goth pulled on his hair.

"He's right by your foot!" Jack yelled desperately.

This gave the overlord pause.

"My foot…"

As the dragonlord's words trailed off, he slowly tilted his head downwards to see a small, brown, house spider barely an inch from his right foot. He stared at the arachnid for a few seconds before he gradually brought his head back up. He licked his lips and casually glanced at his lover.

"You were upset about a simple, house spider?"

"Squash it, squash it, squash it!" Jack flailed.

Chase sighed and bent down, still managing to keep Jack wrapped around his body. He allowed the spider to crawl into the palm of his hand and held it up to his consort.

"See, Spicer? It is just a harmless, little, eight-legged creature. There is absolutely nothing to-"

Jack interrupted him with a squeal of terror as well as a mouthful of obscenities and scrambled off and away from Chase. The boy made a mad dash for the archway that led out of the room, but Chase was too quick for him.

"Spicer, this bug is harmless. It probably wasn't even bothering you." The dragonlord lectured as he grabbed ahold of Jack's wrist.

Jack looked away and shut his eyes, whimpering to himself again. Chase sighed loudly.

"Here, Jack. Perhaps if you hold it and allow it to crawl-"

This was enough motivation for Jack to rip himself from Chase's grip and push past the warlord to escape. As his mate fled from the room, Chase exchanged a look with the insect and sighed once more.

Bogyphobia

"Tell me a story."

Chase cracked one golden eye open to glare at his lover. "What?"

"Tell me a story," Jack reiterated, blinking at him cutely.

"What are you; four years old, Spicer?"

"I don't like camping, okay? Being out in the woods at night like this gives me the creeps."

"Scared of the 'Boogeyman'?" Chase teased, a bit childishly.

Jack scoffed loudly at his master. "Please. I haven't been scared of the 'Boogeyman', since I was little. Besides, he was never that scary anyways."

"Oh, really?" Chase asked, looking quite amused.

"Yeah, and even if I was still scared of him, he mostly comes out of closets and out from underneath beds anyways. Nah, I'm scared of Slenderman out here."

"Who?"

"Remember those games I played a while back that had the dude with the white face and black suit? That's Slenderman. Even though he's lost some of his popularity, he still frightens me."

"Spicer, that ridiculous creature is completely made-up. There is no such thing as 'Slenderman'."

The goth put his finger to his pale lips. "Shh! Don't say shit like that! He'll hear you."

"Jack, he was merely made up by the company-"

"La, la, la, la!" Jack began to sing obnoxiously, "I'm not listening to your silly, ignorant statements! I believe in the one, true Slenderman! La, la, la, la!"

Chase strongly resisted the urge to face-palm, his right eye twitching erratically as he glared at his lover.

"You couldn't just tell me a story like I asked you?" Jack scolded him, shaking his head disapprovingly, "Aww, no. You just had to get into a big discussion and get me all riled up 'cause now you're messin' with Slendy! Bitch, you don't mess with Slendy or Slendy gonna mess with you."

Cacophobia

"Jack-rabbit?"

Jack wearily blinked his eyes open and peered up at his lover. "Yeah? What's up?"

Chase was silent for a moment or two before he asked uneasily, "Would you still be attracted to me if I was ugly?"

"…say what?"

"You heard my question, Spicer."

"I just don't understand said question."

"What's so hard to understand?" Chase exclaimed a little too defensively, "If I wasn't the beautiful man you see before you, but instead a homely or unattractive man, would you still feel any love for me?"

Jack sighed and shifted from his position on their couch, so that he was now straddling his master.

"Are you seriously asking me this?"

"It is a perfectly rational question, Spicer."

Jack threw his head back and let out another sigh of annoyance.

Chase frowned. "What is your problem?"

Jack glanced back down at him with a frown. "Chase, let me ask you something. You find me attractive and alluring or whatever, right?"

Although he was a little surprised by this inquiry, the warlord slowly nodded. "Of course, I do. You-"

Jack quickly put a finger to the man's lips. "Quiet. Let me talk."

Chase narrowed his eyes, but remained silent.

"Now, long ago before we got together, I didn't think I was really anything to look at. I mean, I got the freaky, ghost-like skin, these weird, almost demonic-looking eyes, and this crazy, red hair. Then, you came in and pointed out all the positive things about the way I look, like how my skin shines and my eyes gleam. You saw something about me that no one else, not even myself, could see."

Chase blinked at his consort, internally agreeing with the evil genius' words, but couldn't figure out how the conversation had ended up here.

Jack paused for a moment before he continued. "When I first saw your dragon-form, I knew it was hideous. I mean, you're basically a giant reptile! However, that didn't mean that I hated it. If you'll recall, I said how much I loved it and I still love it now."

The red-head bent down and began to nuzzle against Chase's neck, pressing feather-light kisses against it as he spoke. "Think about it. If I can find your dragon-form completely amazing, is it really so shocking that I would find your human-form just as wonderful even it wasn't handsome?"

The overlord opened his mouth to interject, but Jack's finger stopped him again.

"Chase, you are a brilliant warrior, not to mention an incredible, evil mastermind. You've defeated countless people in battle and you can manipulate people so easily to do your bidding. I'll admit, having your human-form be so damn hot is pretty awesome, but that's not the only reason why I love you."

Chase glanced at his apprentice, who was still rubbing his face affectionately against the elder man's neck.

"It's your honor, bravery, charisma, and skills. There's more attributes, but if I told you each and every single one of them, we'd be here all night."

Jack moved away from his mentor's neck to stare down at him intently. "Do you seriously think I would give a shit if your human-form was ugly? If you still do after everything I just said then, you're a freakin' idiot."

Chase stared back at his lover, having not expected such a complicated answer, especially one from Jack Spicer, no less. Then, he grinned widely at the younger man.

"Thank you, my consort. That's exactly what I needed to hear."

Chorophobia

Chase was a huge fan of dancing. After living for 1500 years and taking the time to travel the great, big world, he'd picked up many of the famous and traditional dances from different cultures. He didn't normally express this interest around others, since knowing how to tango wasn't exactly the best way to strike fear into your enemies.

However, this particular day, Chase had an inexplicable thirst for dancing.

As the dragonlord began to set up his music, he decided slow-dancing seemed appropriate since he now had a lovely, devoted, and brilliant consort, who was always eager to spend time with his master.

With a grin, Chase set out to find his lover.

As usual, Jack was found tinkering in his lab on some sort of device that did who knows what, but was suddenly pulled out of the workshop by his master.

"Where we goin', baby?" Jack asked tiredly, since it was quite early in the morning.

Chase wordlessly dragged his apprentice up to their bedroom and fixed the stereo to the tune of the waltz. As the music began to play, he turned around and held out his arms to the youth.

"Shall we?" the overlord asked with a charming grin.

Chase had expected Jack to leap into his arms with joy or try to take lead of the dance in his usual silly fashion. He hadn't expected Jack's eyes to widen and for the boy to take a step back.

"Uhh, I think I'll pass," the evil genius said nervously.

Chase raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Jack sighed loudly and explained, "Look, I can't dance, alright? Not formally, at least. I got two left feet and the last time someone tried to get me to dance, I twisted my ankle…and it sucked."

"I thought that you were an expert figure-skater."

"Yeah, but being on the ice is totally different!"

"Jack, you have absolutely nothing to fear. I shall teach you how to dance properly. I won't even try to poke fun at you."

"I'm not scared!" Jack shouted indignantly. Then, he straightened himself up and scratched the back of his neck nervously as he averted his eyes to the ground. "I'm just not that good at this kind of stuff."

Chase rolled his eyes, grabbed his consort's arm, and led him into the middle of the room. He pulled them into a tight hold, wrapping one arm around the youth's waist and the other grasping ahold of his hand.

"Chase, man, c'mon. I don't want-"

Jack's statement was cut short by Chase tugging him even closer until the tips of their noses were touching. "Spicer, you are my consort and therefore, you are obligated to indulge into any silly requests I make, within reason. I feel I should point out that I consistently indulge in your ridiculous antics so; I think it is about time you returned the favor. I will teach you how to dance before this day is out, Spicer."

Jack blinked wildly at his mentor, but realized that the man was right.

Finally, the boy nodded reluctantly. "Alright, but you better make a banana ice cream sundae with me later."

Chase smiled victoriously. "Of course, Jack."

Claustrophobia

He couldn't breathe.

The darkness had enveloped his entire body, squeezing him like a boa constrictor and he couldn't even see straight. He opened his mouth to try and speak, perhaps to call for someone to help him escape this unexplainable horror, but no sound was produced no matter how hard he tried to scream.

The terrifying blackness had engulfed everything at this point. Now he couldn't tell if his eyes were opened or closed. The walls were closing in on him from all sides, squashing him like a bug, along with whatever was wrapped tightly around his body, seemingly breaking his bones from the tremendous pressure.

Suddenly, he felt a presence. His body began to move and shake, seemingly on its own. A voice was now yelling out his name.

"CHASE!"

The overlord awoke with a start, taking large gulps of air to satisfy his need for oxygen.

It took a moment for him to realize that he was not surrounded by the awful darkness anymore and the pressure that had tried to crush him was gone as well. He was in his bed and beside him his beloved mate was staring at him with concern.

"Chase? Are you okay, babe?" Jack asked warily, each of his hands on Chase's broad shoulders.

"Y-yes," the dragon said breathlessly, after a moment of hesitation, "I think so."

Not thoroughly convinced, Jack ran his fingers through Chase's black mane of hair in an effort to soothe his master. "Are you sure? You kept thrashing around in bed and making weird sounds like you were dying or something."

"No, I just…I just had a nightmare, Spicer. I'm fine now." Chase insisted.

With a look of skepticism, Jack helped bring Chase back down to the pillow, wrapping his arms around the elder man's waist. Chase curled his fingers in Jack's red hair and buried his nose in the softness, subconsciously calmed by his consort's smell.

Coulrophobia

"Spicer, I am curious."

Jack looked up from the Jack-bot he'd been working on. "Yeah? 'Bout what?"

"Why are you afraid of clowns?"

The evil genius straightened his body up in a stiff manner and made a weird noise in his throat. "Having a fear of clowns is a very common fear, Chase."

Chase frowned. "I realize that, Spicer. I am merely curious as to why you do."

Jack held Chase's gaze for a moment before glancing back down at his robot and mumbling something unclear.

"Would you care to say that a little louder?" the dragonlord droned.

Jack sighed softly. "It's stupid."

Chase didn't respond, but stared fixedly at his apprentice.

"…I don't trust them, okay? All that make-up makes them look like they're hiding something, they are way too happy, and they're always in your face. I don't like that." Jack finally admitted moodily.

"Understandable reasons," Chase agreed with a small shrug.

"Yeah, I know it's dumb, but-" Jack paused then, looked up at Chase. "Did…did you just agree with me?"

His lover nodded. "I, myself, am more annoyed by clowns, rather than scared of them, but your reasoning for fearing them seems rational enough."

Jack slightly perked up and returned to his project, happy that his master had not laughed at him for his silly fear.

"Although, in my opinion, you seem just like a clown at times yourself, Spicer."

Jack practically drilled a hole into his worktable, glancing up at Chase in sudden shock and horror.

Cynophobia

"Do dogs scare you?" Jack curiously asked his master.

Chase flicked his eyes over to his consort, giving him a 'look'.

"Okay, okay, maybe not 'scared', but do you like them?" Jack rephrased the question.

"I suppose I don't despise them, but I certainly don't like them that much," Chase answered as he idly flipped a page in his book.

"Would you be against us getting one?"

Chase turned back to the boy. "We are not getting a dog, Spicer."

"I'll take care of it!" Jack immediately offered.

"Dogs are a big responsibility, not to mention incredibly annoying. All they do is shed, bark, mooch, and sleep in the middle of the damn floor."

There was a slight pause before Jack cautiously asked, "Did…did you have a dog?"

No response.

"Oh my, God!" Jack explained as he clapped his hands atop his head. "No way!"

Chase glared coldly at him. "Yes, Spicer. I had a dog when I was young and mortal. Happy?"

Jack's shock slowly faded into realization. Instantly, he scooted across the couch to the end where his mentor was seated.

"Did it die?" Jack asked in a sympathetic voice.

The moment after Jack asked the question he internally slapped himself in the face. Of course, the dog had died.

Chase didn't respond, but Jack noticed a slight twitch near his eye. Jack had dealt with the loss of a pet many times before, so he understood that Chase had obviously come to terms with the death at this point in time, but that didn't mean he was at all happy about it.

"What kind of dog was he?" Jack inquired.

"She was a Shih-Tzu," Chase answered firmly, his eyes still locked on the words in his book, "Her name was Peijing, which means 'admiring luxury', since although my family was quite poor, I provided my pet with as many nice things as I could."

Jack slightly smiled. "How'd she act?"

"Extremely hyperactive," his lover replied, "Especially when she was a puppy."

"I'm assuming you played with her a lot?" Jack asked with a smirk.

Chase cleared his throat. "Yes," he answered stiffly.

Jack scoffed at Chase trying to maintain his badass image. "It doesn't make you a wimp 'cause you played with your dog, Chase."

The overlord merely huffed.

"Y'know what? I think we should get a dog."

Chase glanced back up at him, but before he could refuse, Jack interjected.

"Maybe you've forgotten how much fun dogs can be," the red-head offered, "Perhaps if we get another one, preferably a Shih-Tzu, maybe you won't be so turned off by dogs anymore."

"Are you saying that I should replace my old pet with another?" Chase snarled at him, his eyes glowing red.

Having dealt with Chase's anger numerous times before, Jack barely even flinched at this reaction. "No, I was thinking more along the lines of a new one to perhaps celebrate her memory…or something."

Chase stared intently at his consort, evidently thinking it over before he cleared his throat again. "Very well, Spicer. Do what you wish."

"Yes!" Jack yelled pumping his fists in the air victoriously.

"However, I am not taking care of it," Chase warned the goth as he returned to his book.

Jack merely grinned smugly at his master. "Sure, Chase. Whatever you say."

Deipnophobia

"Uggh! Why does my mom always invite me to these stupid dinners?" Jack groaned loudly as he fixed his tie. "I mean, I've never been a part of dad's corporation and I obviously never will be so, fut the wuck?!"

"Why go then?" his companion asked from the bathroom.

"…she's my mom," Jack answered lamely. "If I don't go, she'll disown me forever."

Chase snorted as he stepped into the bedroom. "I really don't see how that makes any difference. I was under the impression your mother has never treated you with any sort of significant affection."

"Well, sometimes, she did. When I was still living there, of course," Jack explained as he walked over to help Chase with his tie. "I guess it was mostly guilt stuff, though. Still, now that Granny's gone, mom's the only other person in my family that I'm at all close to, so…"

Chase briefly considered pressing the subject, but decided to drop it in favor of a different question. "Does she ever make you talk at these dinners?"

"That's the problem!" Jack said as he brushed off Chase's suit to make it look as neat as possible. "She expects me to know all these weird answers about stocks and shit. Then, when I don't know, everybody at the table stares freakishly at me like I've got plants growing out of my ears."

Chase softly chuckled and offered his arm to his lover. "Perhaps I should have a little chat with Charlotte before dinner? She may know how to push your buttons and persuade you into her little schemes, but the woman hardly even knows who I am besides, 'Jackie's cute, little boyfriend'."

Jack intertwined their arms with a smile. "Capital suggestion, love."

Dishabiliophobia

"Spicer, come here," Chase ordered softly.

The red-headed youth hesitated before he slowly crept over to the elder man's bed.

"Sit," Chase commanded.

Jack did so, but maintained his distance from Chase.

"Is there a reason why you do not wish to be close to me, Spicer?" the dragonman asked.

Jack opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came. The boy closed it and quickly looked away, blushing fiercely.

"Jack, as my consort, one of your duties is supposed to be sex," Chase informed him bluntly, "I understand that you have your limits, of course, but in order to engage in such an activity, you must be closer to me. Not to mention unclothed."

At this last word, Jack spluttered out, "Maybe this was a bad idea."

Chase arched an eyebrow, trying to hold in his anger. "Excuse me?"

"M-maybe you sh-should have p-picked somebody else," Jack stuttered out, slightly shaking as he wrapped his arms around his body. "Maybe I-I'm not wh-what you're really l-looking for in a consort."

The elder man narrowed is eyes. "Why not? I believe that your body has grown to be quite attractive and I find your personality far more tolerable now that you are older, not to mention wiser."

Jack glanced back at him nervously. "Y-you do?"

Chase couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Of course, Spicer. I've searched for a suitable lover for many, many years and I have officially decided that you are my ideal mate."

"R-really?" Jack squeaked in surprise.

Chase nodded. "Now, come closer."

Jack hesitated, but scooted towards the warlord. Once he was within arm's reach, Chase pulled the red-head tightly against him and moved his hand underneath the youth's jacket. Jack's eyes widened with fear, which gave Chase pause.

"What?" Chase demanded.

Jack's rapidly changing facial expressions indicated that he was facing some sort of internal conflict. Finally, he blurted out, "I don't think you're gonna like what you see!"

There was a quick pause before Chase pointed out, "I've practically seen you naked before, Spicer. I know what your body looks like and I am more than pleased with it. I ask that you do not feel uncomfortable with me undressing you."

Jack hesitated for a few moments before skeptically nodding, shutting his eyes. Chase removed the coat and before Jack could even think to try and stop him again, the red-head was divested of his remaining clothing.

Jack waited for a minute before he cautiously peeked one eye open. Chase was examining his body, a pleased grin on his face. The overlord's eyes flicked back up to Jack's face and he smirked wickedly.

"So," Jack asked timidly, "Wh-what do you think?"

Chase bent down and nuzzled affectionately against Jack's neck. "Beautiful. Incredibly beautiful, perfect, and all mine."

Jack finally smiled and closed his eyes, this time relaxing in his own, pure bliss.

Disposophobia

"Babe, I think we need to have a talk," Jack announced to his lover as he walked into the elder man's throne room.

Chase looked up from the Eye-Spy Orb in which he'd been observing different regions of the Earth for dragons. "Ah, yes. The sentence that no one in a relationship wants to hear."

Jack narrowed his eyes. "Shut up. I'm being serious."

With a sigh, the overlord deactivated the orb and reclined back in his throne, crossing his legs as he did so. "Very well, consort. What seems to be the problem?"

Jack's face softened a little as he perched himself on the arm of the throne. "Well, I was walking around the citadel and I noticed that it's pretty big."

"Mmhmm…"

"And I know you have a whole lot of rooms with a lot of stuff in them."

"Mmhmm…"

"And…I think you've got a hoarding issue."

"Mmh-what?!" Chase exclaimed in sudden surprise.

"Be realistic, Chase. You've got way too much shit in here!" Jack insisted, spreading his arms wide. "You're a hoarder and I think that we should either throw some of this stuff out or sell it to someone or something 'cause this is gettin' way out of hand!"

"Spicer, I am under no uncertain circumstances a hoarder," the dragon growled lowly, "Don't ever refer to me as that again. I have kept many items over the years that I find useful or special to me. I keep this citadel neat and clean at all times, so there is no risk of anything becoming lost, unlike actual hoarders."

"But, Chase, do you really need all this stuff?" Jack protested. "Don't you think you've gone a little overboard?"

There was a pause before Chase spoke. "…You've been watching Hoarders again, haven't you?"

"Hey, I don't bitch about what you watch!"

"Spicer, I don't care if you watch that disgusting show, but do not start pointing fingers at me just because I am a collector of precious items," the warlord declared.

"But-"

"No!" Chase shouted, now standing up, "This is not up for discussion anymore! Begone with you!"

Jack scoffed at his master, but slowly removed himself from the throne and stalked out of the room with his nose high in the air. When he thought he was out of earshot, he mumbled, "Stubborn dragon…"

"I may be stubborn, but I'm not deaf!" Chase voice carried through the hall, startling Jack and causing him to scurry off in terror.

Eisoptrophobia

"This may be one of the weirdest showdowns I've ever been involved in," Jack stated offhandedly.

"Why is that?" Chase inquired.

"Just look at where we are!" Jack exclaimed.

Surrounding them were dozens of mirrors, all of different shapes and sizes, altering the reality of how the two Heylin looked at their reflections. Omi had initiated a rather strange showdown, one that involved a battle in a House of Mirrors, since the newly activated Shen Gong Wu was found near a carnival.

"Hmm, you may have a point," Chase agreed as they walked.

They strode in silence through the strangely silent hall of endless mirrors, trying to find the Wu in this peculiar maze before Jack spoke up.

"This is creepy."

Chase arched an eyebrow, but did not turn to his apprentice. "How so?"

"Mirrors are creepy in general," Jack explained, "I mean, think about it. The only way you can see your own face is with your reflection. It's just…creepy."

"…you think too much, Spicer."

A/N: So, since I'm really interested in psychology, I decided to use some common and uncommon phobias, to torture my two favorite characters with. X3 I'm gonna comment now.

Acrophobia: I have this fear. I'm so terrified of heights, I actually hate using the stairs 'cause I'm afraid I'm going to slip and fall on my ass.

Agoraphobia: Oh, Chase! XP

Agraphobia: No comment.

Arachnophobia: The way Jack is acting...yeah, that's totally me. :(

Bogyphobia: I know Slendy's lost some of his popularity, but I still enjoy him and his lack of a face. :D I love Jack's attitude!

Cacophobia: Aww, Chase is all self-conscious...how cute. X3

Chorophobia: CHASE YOUNG-The Master of Dance.

Claustrophobia: How many of you thought it was Jack having the nightmare? XD What? Evil warlords can have bad dreams, too!

Coulrophobia: I have this fear as well. It's not super serious, but I still can't stand them. My reasons are the same as Jack's. He does kinda act like a clown, though, or rather, a fool.

Cynophobia: I have a little Shih-Tzu named Peijing as well and I'm convinced she's part-crazy, part-evil, and part-cute. She may make an appearance in another story.

Deipnophobia: No comment.

Dishabiliophobia: And now, Jack is the self-conscious one...well, at least, he's gonna get laid. Hooray for getting laid. Don't mind me, my brain is weird...and awkward.

Disposophobia: Seriously, have any of you guys seen that show? It's good, just...kinda disturbing.

Eisoptrophobia: Has anybody ever noticed this? I'm afraid to watch movies that show how scary mirrors can be.