"Listen, guys. I don't want to do this any more than you do. But I keep on glitching and I have to get rid of him. This will be my last stream-" And then he was there. He turned the stream off and smiled wickedly. "It's time for some fun"

1 month earlier

Jack's POV

Mark Edward Fischbach had died of a fatal airbag malfunction, and I was alone. I knew that I had Robin, and Bob and Wade, but they couldn't fill the place in my heart that Mark had left behind. he was more than my friend. He was my brother, my confidante, my kindred spirit. They had found his body in the river, waterlogged and swollen, and his car was smashed into the side of the bride. I don't remember anything more of that night, other than the fact that I ended up with the police calling me in my hotel.I had planned to stay with Mark, but had decided against it at the last moment. I hated the way they made things sooooo big. I guess before I had taken sleeping pills to go to bed or something, because I was out like a light when they called. I don't know if I'd fallen or something, because I had this weird scratch on my throat that I hadn't noticed.

THE NIGHT BEFORE

I went home in a stupor, still reeling from the news. His body was almost drained of blood because he had gone through the windshield when he crashed into the guardrail, and his airbag hadn't even deflated. It was still there, like a little doughboy in the front seat when the police arrived. I was in a stupor as I walked home and went to sleep.

THE NEXT MORNING

I was woken up by the call from Bob. "Jack are you ok? I haven't heard anything from you since last night. You're usually up by now."

I answer "I'm fine Bob, I'm just still reeling from it happening."

I decide to take a walk, and I'm stunned by the sound of thousands of mockingbirds all singing at once. They were Marks most favorite bird. I'm overwhelmed and have to run back home because I can't think of a world without him.

I head back home, and when I open up my computer I look back at the messages that Mark and I sent.

YOU DINGUS

What?

YOU KNOW I'M KING OF THE SQUIRRELS

And then I felt like sleeping and never waking up.

I missed him so much, I would have traded my life for his, and thrown myself into the pits of hell just so he wouldn't get burned. He hadn't been gone for 2 days, and I already wanted to die.

I walked into the bathroom and opened up the medicine cabinet, taking stock of what I had. Nothing but my razor. I tucked it under my bed, then ran back to my computer and started filming.

"TOP OF THE MORNIN TO YA LADDIES MY NAME IS JACKSEPTICEYE AND TODAY WE ARE GOING TO BE PLAYING GMOD PROP HUNT FOR...my friend markiplier, who died 2 days ago. Mark died in a car accident, and we will all miss him so much."

I sniff and then boot up the game after calling Bob and Wade.

"Hey you guys, wanna play prop hunt? In honor of Mark?"

"Sure Jack! In honor of Mark," they both say.

We start playing and a few minutes in I remember. "Hey guys, remember the Bonercast?"

B: OH GOD YES

W: I'm not sure of that you-BUCKET

B: *screaming with laughter as he's running away from Wade and you hear gunshots*

"Hey guys, do you remember the time Bob was a bucket and Wade didn't believe in it but ended up stealing Mark's kill?

B: *laughs* my shooting range thing was the best. I love pitting people against each other.

W: I'm still in denial. Mark and I saw 2 different buckets.

I laugh as Wade continues to deny the fact that there was only one bucket, with Bob egging him on.

Rounding the corner, I come across one of the bloodstains from this round, when I tried to shoot at Bob, who was a can.

Blood...on the seat of a car.

JACK! JACK! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? JACK?

W: JACK ARE YOU OK?

"I'm fine guys. I think I had a flashback to when I saw Mark's car after… the accident."

B: *stops recording* Jack it's time to go to sleep. Get some rest and you'll be fine.

After logging off, I go to bed and sleep restlessly.