He pulled off the VR machine from his face and set down the controllers. There was enough footage for the video, he needn't any more. These kinds of games he never wanted to stop playing, because they were so exciting, but there had to be a stopping point sometimes.
"Thank you guys, and I will see all you dudes… IN THE NEXT VIDEO!" Jack screamed at the camera. Then, he shut off his camera and sat down on the floor. Sighing, he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. Filming Virtual Reality videos was a lot harder than one where he sat at his computer and clicked away at a game. He was extremely tempted to play more, but he couldn't, because it wasn't right to just skip ahead in a game and confuse his fans. The fans deserved to watch all of the gameplay, unless it was Exp. farming. That was boring.
Getting up, he bounced slightly on his toes and walked out of the room. Immediately he noticed how much cooler it was in the rest of his house. His recording room tended to get quite warm at times. As he entered the kitchen, he saw Signe standing in front of the open fridge, frowning slightly. He quirked his eyebrow and walked over to stand next to her. "What's the matter?" he asked, staring into the fridge. Everything looked fine.
"There's no food, and I'm hungry." Signe complained. Her stomach then decided to rumble, proving that she indeed was hungry. Jack continued to look in the fridge, confused.
"... you could just make something, Signe. There's ingredients for things." Jack answered, not getting her point. She was good at cooking, so she should be able to make something...
"I'm too lazy. Sean, you make something." Signe said, looking up at Jack. He couldn't resist that face.
"Oh, alright, what do you want? Not as if it'll be all that good. Probably will be more like what was in the National Pancake Day video." Jack replied, remembering the hell that was the aforementioned video. Everything but the banana pancakes turned out horribly. However, he could just make those, as they did have extra ingredients from filming.
Maybe you should put a little something special into it, Sean. You know what I'm talking about. A little voice in the back of his conscience whispered. This happened more often lately. Anti was trying to emerge again. And Jack clearly didn't want that, he just wanted to exist without being bothered by the evil that was Anti. Come on, Sean, when she's not looking, just put something that's, well, not very good, into it. Something that will rid of the company.
"... Sean? Did you hear me?" Signe was looking at him with worry in her eyes. "We should use the rest of the bananas, I'd like some of those pancakes."
"Huh, that's what I thought you'd want. Could you grab a pan for me?" Jack smiled. Then, pecking Signe on the forehead, he went to grab the ingredients.
Sean, you know what you need to do. You don't need just those two things. Anti smirked inside. He just wouldn't shut up.
Half an hour had gone by. Jack was sitting next to a collapsed Signe, sobbing. She wasn't breathing. His tears seemed to glow slightly radioactive green.
Thank you, Sean. Now, this is what I need you to do next… Anti grinned. Jack looked up at the ceiling with unnaturally green and black eyes. Do you have any idea when you might be seeing Markiplier next?
