Ok, picture this. Sean "Jack" McLoughlin is a famous criminal in the state of California. He wouldn't say famous, just popular. His work is banks and homes, he works alone. That didn't help out right about now, as he is inside a very nice home with the police right next to the house. Not the entire force, just a few cars. His tactic was to pick the lock messily in the next house to lead the cops there, simple right? Well he may have sneezed and the security camera light up, around him.

Now picture this, Mark Edward Fischbach is a famous criminal in the state of California. He wouldn't say famous, just wanted. His work is stores and companies, he works alone. That didn't help out right about now, as he is running from the cops from a Dicks Sporting Goods. He didn't know how the cops found him out, hut he ran anyways. He turned on the street to see a very nice looking house. He saw cop cars surrounding a few other houses and decided to pop in.

" What the fook?" He heard as he vaulted in though a window. He was hit on the head by a small fist, must be a small kid. He grabbed the hand and put it in a tight lock, he spun the victim to face him.

He immediately smiled a devilish grin. " How the time works, JackSepticEye!" He said loosening the grip to make it less painful. " Darkiplier..." Jack mumbled fighting to be let go.

" I thought you where stronger, my apologies." Mark said letting go of him, but a hand around his wrist only.

" Fuck you not all of us live at a fookin gym." Jack hissed grabbing his duffle bag.

" A duffel? Strange... Must be harder to run with it. Why not a backpack?" Mark asked.

" Well I don't got a nice bag." Jack mumbled, venom in his voice. Mark smiled again and handed Jack a black Olympia bag with green finishes, Jack hesitated before taking it. " The fook did ye get this?"

" Went into the mall last night. You like it?" Mark asked, putting on a flirty voice.

" Ye... Thanks... Police are coming..." Jack said hearing glass break and soft whispers.

" I got it babe, no worries." Mark said winking, Jack sighed and put his hands on his hips. Mark smirked and grabbed a special knife and cut a whole in the window. He pushed it out and it landed softly against a grass green colored blanket that was laid out. He took Jack's hand and jumped out, he landed on his feet and Jack in his arms. Jack slapped him and Mark dropped him.

" So Sean, where too?" Mark whispered beginning to run.

" I have no where ta go. I'll follow you Dark."

" Mark," Mark replied. And the took off running, Jack shot out the street lights with a silenced glass breaking pistol bullet And they ran, for a while. Mark took a left turn and Jack stumbled, wheezing slightly. " Come here." Mark said picking him up and pushing him onto his back. Jack panted and grasped marks shoulders, Mark kept running. The sirens where faint now, but still there. They weren't wounded of course, but Jack got a deep cut in the chest from glass and Mark deepish scratches up his arms and hands.

" Jack sleep, we have awhile." Mark said slightly strained running still. Jack nodded off at that moment.

{time skip}

" Yo fuck face get up!" Jack heard a voice say. He lifted his head and saw a small boy with scruffy brown hair and brown eyes. Jack pushed his body forward and sprang onto his feet. The boy smiled and waved. " Where am I?" Jack asked.

" Morning sunshine. Sleep well?" Mark asked walking in with a plate of food and a small Apple. He took the apple and handed it to the boy, the boy refusing. He gave Jack the food and Jack wolfed it down, not checking for poison.

" Tim, are you sure you don't want anything?" Mark asked. The boy shook his head And stuck a fist in Jack's face, not touching him. Jack slowly put his fist to the boys and the boy smirked.

" I'm Tim." He said.

" Jack." Jack replied. " Dar-Mark don't ya work alone?" Jack asked looking around. It was a small broken barn in the middle of no where, hay piled up in corners and a cot in the corner, and a Hamic across that.

" He doesn't work for me, I found him and have been helping him out. He fights awful good, but I don't dare have him help till he is older." Mark replied taking the now empty tray of food and putting it in a bucket of cold water.

" How old?" Jack asked.

" 13." Tim replied walking away. He went outside and closed the sliding door, Jack saw out a window he went into a tree with a broken down book, it was Hamlet.

" He won't eat poor kid. Abusive parents, he went crazy but I am trying to fix him. He is good at reading, I am getting him more books tonight as a matter of fact. How ya feeling?"

" Good, haven't slept that long in a while... What's the date?"

" Two days ya slept." Mark said holding a hand out and helping him off the cot. A small girl ran in and hid behind two stacks of hay. A guy with brown hair and a fringe ran in looking around. " Echo!"

They heard a small echo in response. " Echo where are you?"

" Where are you?" She said popping her head out of the hay, straws caught in two small, messy braids.

" I found ya! Hi echo!" The tall man said smiling. " Phil!" He called,

" Hi...Phil!" The small girl replied.

" Girl can't talk, we call her echo cause she only repeats what we say in pieces. That's Dan and the tall one with black hair is Phil. Dan and Phil are a thing, Echo is 7." Mark whispered still holding Jack's hand and walking him into the "tack room" where a couch and desk where with papers and pens sprawled out.

" Hi Echo I'm Jack." Jack said.

" Hi... Jack. I'm, Echo." The kid put together. She had red hair and blue eyes, her hair down to her waist in small curls. The curls where in two braids but hair had fallen out.

" Soo you still work alone?" Jack asked amused.

" Dan and Phil do all the hacking and maps I do the dirty work. We found Echo when she was six, Tim found her actually. She likes him awful well, but keeps her distance when he gets.. Angry." Mark said.

Jack nodded in agreement and begin looking around the barn. He saw his bag and keepings under the cot that had Jack written out in sharpie on it, next to his cot was a door to a few stables which had more cots for Echo and Tim. He climbed up a stairway made of hay to a loft that had Dan and Phil's big cot and a few things around. He saw a creek right outside the barn via the window Dan and Phil had and saw tons of cans in it.

" What are they for?" Jack asked.

" Refrigerator. The water is freezing cold and keeps the cans cold, which makes the food cold. Science." Mark said smiling. Jack nodded and asked what Tim was doing. He was ripping the pages out of the book the putting them in a crate. His eyes red.

" Tim's a very sad kid. We got him four years ago, that's nine years of beating and neglect. He takes his temper out on books, I get so many books for him, he rips them apart. The only books he don't rip are a bible I got him and Moby Dick."

" Huh." Jack muttered. " Try talking to him?"

" He don't listen, he listens to Echo when she tells him stuff. He never talks back."

Jack walked outside to the tree and saw a latter leading to Tim. He climbed up it and got next to Tim. Tim ignored him and continued ripping up Hamlet. " Ya ever read Shakespeare?" He waited for a response but didn't get one. " I once read Romeo and Juliet, pretty good. Hated the ending though, I threw the book at a tree cause I hated it. A little kid grabbed the book and asked why I threw it. I said karma for the characters and she just stared. I let her keep the book and she ran away confused. The father flipped me off of course and threw the book out like I had a contagious rash or something. The mom just asked me a question and went away." Jack said.

" What did she ask?" Tim asked voice wavering.

Jack smiled. " She asked if I was on drugs." Jack said starting to laugh. Tim smirked and let out a small giggle. " You ok?"

" Today is September 10. Tomorrow is my birthday and I just hate my birthday." Tim mumbled.

" Have you ever had a cake on it?"

" No."

Jack hummed and held out his hands. Tim looked confused until he realized what Jack was doing and hugged him tightly back. " Do ya get hugs often?" Tim waited a second before replying. " Only from Mark. His hugs are really big and warm. But your smaller and easier to hug. He is like a bear hugging a small deer. Your a deer hugging a smaller deer." Tim mumbled.

" Wow so I'm a fookin deer. I always thought like a badger." Jack said. Tim smirked and they got off the tree.

They went back inside and Echo grabbed Tim's hand. Tim picked her up and began cradling her like a toy. " Mark and Dan where gone and left a note for Jack explaining that they went "out" for Tim's birthday. Phil had a plan out for Jack AND Mark to break into the mall near Jack's old apartment.

" Are there any more people here that I should know about?" Jack asked. Echo was put Dow by Tim who went over to Phil.

" Ken." Phil said walking to a white board and writing out the plan for the two criminals.

" Ken Ken Ken!" Echo sang dancing around the barn twirling around. " Echo can I dance too?" Mark asked walking in Dan behind him, hiding a bag. Echo clapped and Mark began twirling around spinning Echo and humming to a old song. Echo ran over to an old radio Jack hadn't noticed and turned it on, she went to an old Italian song and she knew it. Mark knew it too, Jack had known it. He loved Italian music.

" May I have this dance?" Mark asked Jack, holding a hand out. Jack blushed and took it, Mark immediately spun him slowly, and they began dancing around the barn goofily singing the wrong lyrics, Tim and Echo danced while Dan and Phil actually gracefully danced.

They danced, and sang, they then had dinner, Tim ate a apple. The first he had in five days. Jack was part of their family almost over night. At night he had his cot and a warm wool blanket. He didn't understand, Mark stole things, he was a known bandit. But they didn't have a nice house with wifi and all these fancy things, they had a rotted barn, old radio, no fridge, only took food when needed, and no phones. Jack would have to ask about it in the morning.

He did. " Mark... If you steal things why don't you have a nice home? Echo and Tim could be in school and you all could have the nicest clothes." Jack asked.

Mark was making breakfast when he said that. Breakfast was pancakes, a hot pan over the fire of course. "...I steal for us. I steal for the families that have worse than us. I already had fighting skills and was fairly strong, but I trained still. Ken was homeless, he had a girl friend and dogs on the streets. I stole them food and enough money to get a small apartment and Ken got a job after he cleaned up. He owns a Harley dealership now, he makes good money. Not once did he tell on us, he knows where we live. He visits us all the time, once a week maybe more. I stole the second time when Tim got the plague, we was going to die and we had no money. I stole food a few times, I broke into stores... Pretty soon I was known. I like it, it's bad I get that but Jack, I need the thrill. It's all I have now, I couldn't get a job after I became known. I found Dan and Phil, thrown out of their shitty apartment during the middle of winter. I let them in, warm fire, food, a roof under our heads. Phil had a cold, i stole to help him. After six months I knew the cops knew about me. Tim's nickname for me was markiplier after i got mad trying to fix pliers. I knew i couldn't use my name so I used Dark to be scary. Hence, darkiplier." Mark said putting the pancakes on plates. He put the plates on the barn wood table in another room that Jack hadn't been in and everyone gathered around to eat.

" Story?" Echo asked Jack shoving a pancake in her mouth. Jack smiled and thought about it. He nodded and she clapped, pretty soon everyone was waiting for Jack to start. " Once apon a time a boy named Sean went out with his friends to eat. Sean was a very poor and sad boy, he was the leader of his group. There was Felix, Sean, and Danny in this group. They where all poor, but they had love. Sean's parents died by his 15th birthday so he lived with Felix. So! The boys where hungry, Felix's parents away for the week, they hadn't left food for them. Sean knew they couldn't go a week without food so he went to a big house around the block and knocked on the door, after he got no response he decided to try and get in, he did and he found food for his friends. After the week of stealing food, he had become known. But... Felix's parents never came back. Sean kept stealing more and more, he couldn't go back. It was like nicotine, he was addicted. But. The story has a good ending, he fell in love. He knows the person likes him back, he is just chicken. He knows because he has been called babe quite a lot lately." Jack said smirking. Echo clapped and giggled. They finished breakfast.

It was mid day when Jack heard Mark give a sad sigh from another room. Mark was over a plan, his eyes frustrated as he argued with Phil. " I am not putting this entire fucking family in danger over this 'mission'! So fucking what if we've been hired to! If these guys find us all these people will die! I'm not a fucking death machine!"

" Mark it's just a break in!" Phil argued.

" TO A FUCKING MANSION OWNED BY A MILITARY OFFICER!" Mark growled.

Jack ran in, Mark was sharpening a knife at the moment glaring at Phil, thinking. Jack sat next to Mark. " What's the plan?"

" There is no fucking plan I'm not allowing you to go to that damn mansion." Mark hissed.

" Why not?"

" I've been inside it, scouting the area. It's almost impossible to get in and even harder to knock the surveillance system. The man who owns it has been to retired navy seals he was with inside, along with his own collection of military guns!" Mark snarled.

" Let's try." Dan said walking in holding a computer. " Tonight, I've got the system compromised. We need a hand from the inside who can distract and plug in a chip to the main files of the system located in the basement."

Jack's mouth was agape. Tim leaned his head in through the door. " Yeah... I get I'm not allowed in here but... I'll do it."

(Wrote at 4am in a storm, slow updates sorry! Keep going, you still need to change the world!)