It was a lazy Saturday afternoon when you scrolled through your subscription feed. Nothing was really catching your interest, until you see a video from Markiplier labelled "goodbye". Jack was in the picture, which was no surprise, as Jack managed his channel now that Mark was in the army.
No, what was interesting was that Jack appeared to be… crying? Curious, you clicked on it.
There was a slumped over Jack sitting in Mark's chair. He looked as if he hadn't slept, or kept up with personal hygiene. Your concern peaked even more when he stared into the camera with bloodshot, puffy eyes.
You wait for the inevitable "Top of the morning to ya laddies!" That always shattered your eardrums, but it never came.
"Hello Mark's subscribers. There's something you need to know." Jack's voice was flat and monotonous.
"This is the last video… on Markiplier's channel." Jack looked away and gathered the breath to speak again. You noticed the video was unedited.
"Two weeks…" Jack sniffles. "Two weeks ago, Mark… Mark died in combat." Tears started to rush down his face and he brought his hand up to wipe away the tears. The sleeve of his stained sweater went down a little bit, showing a pattern of fresh cuts. Your heart dropped to your stomach seeing them. They were horrifying, but you couldn't look away.
Jack opened his mouth, but closed it immediately. "He lost his legs and an arm in the initial blast… and… and died of blood loss." At this point, he was hiccuping and hardly even audible.
"So, no more Markiplier… and no more Jacksepticeye." You hear his voice break, and your heart breaks with it.
"I-I can't… Not without Mark… I'm sorry…" By now, Jack had given up on trying to wipe away his tears. "S'been a good time with you guys…"
Then he says the words you've feared since the beginning.
"Thank you guys, and goodbye."