Just a story i wrote for the lovely and ever so talented Crocdragon89

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Another day, another moment some dark clouds role in for another few weeks of rain like the weather report predicted. Jason a pit bull/crocodile mix wakes up by the sound of thunder outside his window. The sheets on his bed roll off his slim muscular body as he lets go from holding onto them so tight from a spider dream to finally calm down and look out the window to watch the rain hit and splatter on the glass. He sighed as he rubbed his eye in annoyance “great” he yawned, “The rain has started. I hope it doesn’t really last long, I don’t want to work while holding a umbrella tomorrow” he grumbled just a little more as he pulled the sheets back over and try to get some rest again.
Jason’s dream kept getting worse and worse, he keeps starting out walking down a long hallway with only one door slightly open to him. He walks to it cautiously curious on what might behind the door until he starts hearing scurrying behind it and see a blur of something going by. He stops getting closer and turn to start running thinking it’s his worse fear until all of a sudden he gets caught by some sort of material that is sticky to him. He feels around and a figure out it’s a web. He starts struggling more and more till he hears a screeching behind him that just made his fur and scales jump on their ends and make his skin go as white as a ghost. He slowly turns his head to see what’s behind him and start screaming very loudly seeing a huge spider drooling, staring at him with its eyes like a hunter staring at its prey. He screams louder as the spider gets closer and closer opening its mouth…. Jason wakes up screaming very loud and accidently fall out of bed next to his pet Sparks, a Zeon. Sparks looks at him with a tilt of his head for he’s curious and surprise on why Jason fell out of bed in a wide panic. “God fucking spiders” Jason yelled out panting heavily, “Why do I get that dream, why can’t I have a sex dream with des” he puts on his normal angry, annoyed look as he gets up and check the clock to see the time. It’s now 10:45 in the morning and he just rubbed his eye again before getting some clothes on. Sliding on some blue jeans, read shirt saying “Fuck off”, red tennis shoes, and add a black jacket as extra he heads out to just get out of the house and find something to do to get his mind off of the dream. By the time he walked into the park, he smelled the scent of one thing he despises more than spiders. He gives off a yelp as he gets tackled out of nowhere, looking up to see Zeke a dragon (stalker/pervert to his sense) standing over him with a wink.
“Hey crockie” Zeke greeted giggling on the successful tackle, “How are you doing?” Jason hates it when Zeke give him his nickname, he doesn’t mind if Des says it, but Zeke makes it like a sick joke. Zeke is a dragon that’s been following and been trying to hit on Jason for a long time. Jason feels like he couldn’t go through a single day without having Zeke attacking him or flirting with him. Feeling done with being on the ground, Jason gave his look and annoyed voice.
“Zeke” he started getting his attention, “can you help me up first?” Zeke held out a hand and help him up before Jason banged a fist on his head, unfortunately it was hard enough to hurt his hand abit with it being hard. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop following me and tackling me?” Zeke rubs his head to the hit that he guessed was supposed to hurt him more than Jason.
“Aw but you know that I love yeah Crocie” he opened up his arm with a big smile preparing another attack of loving hugs. Jason backed away as Zeke started running at him shouting “Hug, hug, hug” Jason tried ducking low and high kick him in the stomach, only resulting into hurting his foot since Zeke has some very hard abs and gets tackled by a famous Zeke hug. Jason tries to struggle to get out of the dragon’s grasp, but can’t seem to get not even a wiggle as he’s press in his chest.
Feeling friendly and thinking it would be nice, Zeke decided to treat Jason out for lunch just for the heck of it. Zeke ordered a normal green Caesar salad and a un-sweet ice tea to keep his ‘good figure’ in check, while Jason ordered a Bacon Cheeseburger with pickles, onions, tomatoes, and extra mayo with fries and a coke. Zeke takes a bite of his salad as he watches Jason chow down on his sandwich like a wild animal who’s been hungry for weeks. Jason notices the stare and glare at him “What?” he snapped.
“Nothing” Zeke giggled, “you just look like some sort of predator chowing down on his newest catch in months”
“Give me a break Zeke, I may not have manners but I been under a lot of stress”
“Since when are you not under a lot of stress, you make it seem like no matter what happens the only person in this world that can calm you down is your girlfriend”
“Leave Des out of this” Jason started putting pressure on his burger almost making it splatter its juices and sauce all over his clothes. “Why do you follow me, why do you care, why do you….like me?” Zeke looked up after another bite of his salad trying to figure out a way to answer those questions without sounding…perverted.
“Well” he started, “I follow you because I like to play catch the crocie, I care because I just like you, as for the last part I…idk. I guess I just do because you’re just so cute and I love a tough guy such as you” he then got up and grab his wallet before finishing “I just like you is all Croc, your just a great guy to me” he then walked to the front, paid the bill, and left without even looking back.
By the time Jason left the diner the rain starting hitting again making him cover himself with his jacket and hoodie to get some protection from it. He is all alone; no one is around to see him start acting strange as he starts shaking his head hearing a voice coming from the inside. “Well aren’t you all talk and no action” the inside voice commented with a chuckle.
“Shut up Amanojaku” Jason growled hearing him as another annoying pest in his life beside Zeke.
“Oh come on, where is your since of humor Jason” Amanojaku chuckled trying to push his buttons some more, “after all Zeke is partially right, you only allow your girlfriend in your life to be the only thing that makes you happy”
“I SAID SHUT UP” Amanojaku went silent and Jason turned to see a staring at him with a tilt of her head in confusion on why he is yelling at no one. Jason just quickly started walking away pretending nothing happen.
Jason is running in darkness, he sees nothing but pitch blackness and his breath as the air starts getting colder. He blinks for one second and finally sees some light at the end, kicking it to high gear he runs quickly to get to it and made a final jump. Once he sees he’s surrounded by light, he shields his eyes to the blindness in front of him as a figure walks up and stop a few feet away from him. “Who are you?” the figured asked and then everything flashed all together as Jason woke up from another dream. After going through another day of staying home, it started to get dark enough to where Jason had to go out to work. He grabs his uniform and head out locking the door, still having that dream stuck into his head like someone slapped him with it and it becomes a splitting headache that won’t go away. He does his normal routine outside the club watching for any signs of trouble from both the customers and the employees. Jason is one of the club’s most trusted, respected, and of course most stubborn bouncer. Some females tend to try an attempt to get in by subduing him with their…bodies that only makes him shiver a bit before having too pushes them back in line to do protocol and business.
“Ooooh look at that beauty” Amanajaku commented when the cost was clear enough for him to ghostly fade out of Jason’s back to check out all the girls that were walking in and not noticing the demon’s stare. “I like that one’s hair, that one’s legs, oooo that one has a nice ass”
“My god do you ever shut up” Jason whispered hoping no one notices a black hazy figure prodding out of his back. “Get your fucking ass back inside right now” by then as quick as he came out, Amanajaku slipped back in. The night continued on long and slow as all Jason could do is watch as people enter and exit, some of the other bouncers and security shove off trouble makers, and he gets to do nothing but either says yes to entering or kicking their asses to the curbs. After a few minutes the storm started up again as sound of thunder and flashes of lighting strike. “Oh damn” Jason commented as he feels the water trickling through his clothes. After another flash Jason’s eyes widen as his dream comes back to him in his vision. The flashing light, the black figure turning to him, the words he heard that just makes him want to ask the same thing.
“Jason are you okay?” Jason’s eyes focus to normal again and he finds himself being held up by Fenrir, a wolf that is of a little friend to him as well as a bigger pain in the ass as Zeke is…literally. “Dude can you hear me, are you okay?” he slowly nodded, “Come on I’ll take you to your boss and if he allows you an early release you can come over to my place. I got some friends over so maybe we can just hang out and hopefully things will be better”
“As long as you don’t try anything with me at this point”
“Trust me I like it better when you’re at full strength” Fenrir helped Jason up and into the club to go ask the boss for an early release. After the boss agreed to it, Fenrir helped Jason into his car and drive all the way to his house. Helping him inside, Jason looks around to see Vladimir a vampire sitting on the couch with a wine glass of his special blood whine brew, Vincint a werewolf wearing his favorite outfit of a black shirt, blue jeans, black shows, brown jacket, and his favorite gloves to match it all together for his tough guy look, Rowen another werewolf with a more demon like feature added to his skin and spikes running down his back, Micahel another werewolf (of course) with a badder attitude than Jason as he looks up from leaning on a wall with his arms cross wearing a green shirt, black jacket, blue jeans, and black shoes trying to look cool and evil maybe. Finally theirs Rachael on the couch; again another wolf, wearing her favorite black tank top, blue jeans, and sporty sneakers. “Look who decided to join us” Fenrir greeted everyone as he helps Jason onto the couch next to Rachael.
“What happen to him” Rachel asked in concern looking at Jason.
“He just didn’t look all that hot at the club and I just helped him in a early release to get some rest and relaxation”
“What’s wrong Jason,” Michael snickered, “can’t handle all the bitches?”
“Shut up Michael” Jason weakly groaned holding his head in his hand.
“Alright come on you guys not so loud, the kid is upstairs trying to sleep”
“So what is wrong Jason?” Rowen asked trying to stay away from the tension.
“I keep having this dream, it’s been going on for nights and it’s been very annoying”
“What kind of dream?” Vladimir asked taking of sip of his blood wine.
“It always starts with me running around in the dark; I couldn’t see anything or anyone. I just kept on running and running until I finally saw some light. Once I got close to the light I basically jump for it and being surrounded by it, except that theirs this one black figure standing in front of the source asking me the same question every time ‘Who are you?’”
“Wow, talk about not a normal dream” Rachel commented rubbing his head gently to keep him calm and relax.
“I don’t know what it means, it’s like someone is trying to call for me or something” Fenrir sat into a chair and gave off a satisfying smile.
“Just relax bud, if you want you can sleep over for the night and we can take you to a therapist tomorrow”
“Yeah thanks”
Next morning Jason visited a therapist and talked about his dreams, what he sees, what he feels, how they somehow start replaying themselves every time he sees a lighting flash. The doctor took very careful notes to make sure not to miss any important parts of it to make his final conclusion, but from what Jason describes to him he can’t make it out either. “Well that’s quite a dream” the doctor commented putting his pen down and looking at Jason seeing his head down and staring at the floor to stay away from eye contact.
“So what do you make of this doc?” the doctor sighed and took off his glasses, looking up at the ceiling deep in thought.
“To be honest Jason I don’t have the slightest clue. Your dream is the biggest mystery to me. I don’t think I can help with this one”
“Thanks then” Jason sighed out getting up and opening the door to head out, “later” as Jason walked out, the doctor couldn’t help but re-read over his notes and rethink everything that was described over and over again in his head. Nothing makes sense of it, out of all his patients with dream problems, he couldn’t solve Jason’s.
Jason started walking out to the park with some clouds rolling in a little earlier than predicted and started to poor. Jason just couldn’t help but look up into the sky letting the drops hit his face as he tries to figure out the dream himself. By the time he lowered his head and shut his eyes to relax to the rain, all of the sudden the rain stopped. He open his eyes and looked up to find himself under an umbrella and the carrier was “ZEKE?!” the sight of Zeke nearly made Jason jump out of his skin.
“You know you’ll catch a cold if you stay out here like this for too long” Zeke commented with a smirk.
“Better to have a cold than be tackled by a crazy dragon” Zeke couldn’t help but chuckled since Jason’s comments don’t faze him. “Why are you here?”
“Well I was just walking around trying to find something to do, until I saw you walk out of the therapist building and well just followed you from there”
“So basically you were doing your normal stalking?”
“Eyeing from a distance really” he smiled.
“You’re such an idiot” after a flash of lighting hit, Jason’s eyes grew wide and he suddenly sees his dream again, this time the figure was falling into some sort of rip that tore open in midair. When the dream flashed away, Jason saw Zeke’s arm’s holding him up to keep him from falling. “Let go Zeke” he growled, but Zeke didn’t move or say a word. Jason looked up to see Zeke staring straight ahead with mouth open wide. When Jason looked ahead in confusion on what he is staring out, he gasp in surprise and started shaking. Standing in front of them was…another Jason, but this Jason is a different Jason. The new Jason has very pale skin, black and red eyes, wearing a red shirt, black jacket, blue pants, and green sneakers. The normal Jason shook out of Zeke’s arms and took two steps forward towards his copy, when the paler Jason’s ear’s twitch to the sound he turned around to see his copy and Zeke staring at him, but what shocked him more was the other Jason. “Wh..who are you?” Jason asked pointing at his other self.
“Who am I?” the paler Jason asked, “Who are you and why do you look like me?”
“I was going to ask the same question”
“This is so weird, all I remember is walking around a club and now I’m here”
“Are you some sort of terrorist?” the paler Jason looked at him with an confuse and upsetting look.
“What the fuck, you look like me and your calling me a terrorist?”
“Yeah, if you try anything you could be using my face and such as a way to blame it on someone else. So talk”
“I’m no fucking terrorist, my name is Jason Takayama, what is yours?” the normal Jason and Zeke’s ears perked up when he said his name making it an even bigger surprise.
“M…my name is Jason Takayama also” the paler Jason stopped with his anger and find that its very confusing that theirs another guy with the same look and name as him.
“Wow” Zeke finally said, “I’m really liking this”
“Oh fuck Zeke again” the darker Jason commented, “Do you ever leave me alone?”
“Hey” Jason shouted at him, “don’t say that to him.” He then turned to Zeke “…Do you ever leave me alone?”
“Nope” Zeke said with a smile and zoomed over to the other Jason holding him close. “So aren’t you a cute thing, you may be a look alike of Croccie, but I can tell you’re really different” the darker Jason poof into a bat to get out of Zeke’s grip, return to normal to grab his arm, and toss him over his shoulder to slam him on the ground.
“I’m a vampire first of all and I’m married to my husband. So back off”
“Woah woah woah” Jason started going off freaking out a bit, “Married…to a guy?”
“Got a problem with that?”
“No, no problem at all”
“Listen I need to know a way back to my world so I can feel more relax rather than stand around and freak out that you and I are look alike. So I’m going to need a place to stay for the time being and I don’t have enough money for a hotel” in a mere second, Zeke jumped up and bear hugged vampire Jason with a big smile.
“You can stay with me” Zeke said with great joy before getting elbowed hard in the stomach and punched on the head to the ground, which also made vampire Jason’s hand hurt more than what hell can deal with him.
“I’ll find something other than you”
“Did I hear that you need a place” everyone turned around to see Vladmir walking up with a black umbrella, wearing his usual suit of professionalism. “You can stay with me until you sort all this confusion out?”
“Thanks uh….”
“Vlad, Vladimir Adrik” he answered holding out a hand for the other Jason to shake. Vampire Jason was a little skeptical at first on how to approach the new male, but smelling the scent of a vampire off of him made him a little easier as he shook his hand. “Now my boy lets to my place shall we, I think a good sleeping arrangement is in order and a hot bath or shower if you prefer”
“Thanks” he nodded, “I would enjoy that very much” As Vladimir leads the other Jason towards the car, Jason couldn’t help but think that with their now being two Jasons in town, that it’s going to be a long, hard, and confusing time with him around…let alone them together.
To be continued…