Sean got a bitefull of vanilla mug cake when his phone buzzed. He had his phone on vibrate since he never really received any calls. He breathed in through his nostrils, moderately surprised. Sean answered his phone with a mouthful, and without looking to see who it was. "Hem-erm, sherry I mean, mmm, 'ello?" He could not talk correctly while chewing his yummy dessert. "Why hello there, Jackaboy, want to play a game with me?" Mark's voice shocked Sean so much that he gasped and started choking on his mug cake. He coughed violently, his face turning red as he did so. Mark raised a brow on the other end, he had no idea what that sound was since Sean dropped his phone onto the carpet. "Uhhh, hey, Jack, are you alright there? Are you in need of an ambulance; because I don't have one." Sean continued to cough and cough, he clung to the table for dear life. When he finally caught his breath he scooped up his cell phone from the ground and yelled into it, "H-HOW DID YE GET MY NUMBER, MARK?!" He held his cell phone tightly, and his eyes darted around in search for stalkers. On the opposing end Mark was laughing; his deep, manly laugh that almost sounded evil. "My manager actually had your number, he said that he got it from the Pop Con event that you and I attended. Remember how you left your phone on the signature table? Well he snuck into it and thought I'd like to have your number. I don't know why he didn't just ASK you, or why I didn't ask. Hahaha, well HERE I AM! How about that co-op?" Mark changed the subject as quickly as he brought it up.
Sean just laughed on the other end, and laughing pretty hard too. "HAHA-Oh GOD, Mark, you random fookin' son of a bitch! Sure! Sure! What do you want to play? After we're done talking I'll have to download it and set things up before we can actually jump into the game. Oh, and obviously you can call me back!" To this Mark replied, "Well, yeah, obviously! I was thinking of playing 'Whose Sacrifice', it is pretty new and has a multiplayer mode, it should be a fun, spooky game. We've never actually played a legitimately scary game together before. It isn't like 'Gmod' or 'The Forest', I hear its got some intense stuff in it. What do you think, Jack?" It was a pretty rare occasion that they ever played a co-op, the reason why, they didn't know; nevertheless, it'll be a great time. "Sean grinned and nodded while answering, "That sounds awesome! I'll start downloading it after we're done chattin', you know, I just finished recording a gameplay." He added the last part with a bit more emphasis. Mark asked sarcastically, "Oh, did you now...?" He gained a laugh out of Sean, the Irish dude answered a few seconds later, "Yeah, I did! It was just a lame ass game though, that 'Jurassic World' one for the PS4, you know it?" Sean kicked his feet around the leg of the table, staring at his mug cake. On the other end of the phone Mark made an 'o' with his mouth. "Yeah, I heard about that, the ratings weren't very good but you never know unless you try it. Too bad for you, Jack!" Sean scratched at his clover green hair with his pointer finger. He was liking the fact that Mark knew his number, and how he invited him to a co-op so absolutely out of the blue. "I'm actually happy that ye can call me now, Mark. It's so cool whenever we can talk, even though it's only at a convention-Oh, OH! Speakin' of that are you fookin' pumped for the YouTube smash in New York City?! I JUST saw it on my calender TODAY and I am supersupersuperSUPER excited!"
Mark was surprised by Sean's sudden spaz attack. He had wanted Sean to finish what he was previously saying, but he could tell that his friend was electrified for the event so he brushed it off. Mark answered vehemently, "Hell yeah I'm excited! The gang will be all together; you, me, Bob, Felix, Wade, all of the crazies! I noticed that it's the day before your Birthday!" Mark's voice raised even louder at the mention of Sean's Birthday. Sean gasped, "You know by heart when my Birthday is?! NO FOOKIN' WAY! HOW do you know this shit?" He was sounding like he was scolding, but secretly he was in bliss. This time, however, it was Mark's turn to flip around the conversation, "The game can be downloaded on , passcode is 'DA33L8'. Did you write that down?" The Irish dude replied confused, "No!" Afterwards he received a harsh blow to his ear, "Well, WRITE IT DOWN! Geez, Jack, what are you waiting for, St. Patrick's Day?" He couldn't tell that Sean rolled his eyes at the comment, nor could he tell that Jack had to switch the phone to the other ear. Sean scribbled down the passcode onto a yellow sticky note he had beside his napkins. "Alright, Mark, I got it. I'll be ready to connect and play with you in about ten minutes. Thank you for considering me, we always have a great time playing together! Bye, Markimoo!" Sean swiftly pressed 'end call' after saying goodbye in his most wacky Jacky tone. On the other end Mark twisted his lips at the quick hang-up. He didn't expect such a fast goodbye, he hung up his own phone to head into his studio room.
Back with the green-haired boy of a man, Sean picked up his cap from the ground where he last left it. He dusted it off with his hand then promptly placed it on his head. "A spooky game, huh? Whose...Sacrifice..." He mumbled while typing the letters into the computer. The website was just as Mark said, , and a small box popped up on the screen, asking for a code to enter. Sean retrieved the sticky note from his hoodie pocket, unwrinkled it and re-read the passcode. His fingers tapped away on the keyboard, entering 'DA33L8'. A creepy sound familiar to bones breaking came from the speakers. Sean shuddered with squinted eyes. He saw the screen go entirely black, then it buzzed like the static of a blank channel on television. The buzzing stopped, a voice whispered, "You have one player awaiting your demise..." Sean's teeth chattered, he turned on his camera and put on his headphones, switching the audio directly to his ears. "Alright, Mark, ye best not bail on me!" Sean adjusted his microphone so he could speak to mark, he always had his mic ready for recording. Everything was pretty much prepared apart apart from his connection to the game, which would allow him to talk with Markiplier. "Let's DO this! I am READY FOR THIS SHIT! I ain't 'fraid of no ghost or whatever is coming my way." JackSepticeye mode activated! He clicked the 'start' icon and a 'ping' sound was heard. Jack heard a deep, rumbling voice ask, "Are you ready to die, Jackaboy? Huh? Are ya?" It was obviously Mark, and he earned a light laugh from Jack. Jack replied promptly, "Ehehe, not before you, Mark, I'm gonna own this!" He sassed back with a duck face at the screen. Mark almost roared back, "DO YOU CHALLENGE ME, THE ALMIGHTY- yeah, well I just remembered we're on the same team so..." His vast change in his phraseology made Jack burst into a muffled giggle.
Jack collected himself moments later to jokingly praise Mark, "Well done, Mark, you are a genius. Five golden stars." The screen displayed two separate views of the game. On the left was a perspective of the gunman, Mark's character. On the right there was the perspective of the second character who had a visible blade attached to his jean pocket, Jack's character. Their characters were walking through a supermarket found in an abandoned town. Their goal was to stay alive for a duration of six minutes. "Well, that should be easy enough. You think you can handle that, Jack? Staying alive?" Mark questioned with a smug grin spread across his face. Jack responded, "Oh, sure, my arse is ready for any sneaky dickbags hiding God knows where." This was not a response Mark was expecting, which is exactly why it made him chuckle. They continued with the game, watching as their characters ran around like complete idiots. Unfortunately, they couldn't kill each other's characters because that would defeat the purpose of their mission. The gunman said to the opposing person, "If we make it out of this town with our heads, I'll never abandon you, Frances, and you better get that stuck in your head right now." The other person, Frances to be precise, replied, "Moris, our miracle of surviving is thanks to us working together. You think I'd be leaving anytime soon?" The two animated men stared at each other, then kept walking. Mark commented, "Well, how nice is that? They love each other, but they're gonna die, but, y'know, Romeo and James kinda shit going on here, haha!" He was being much louder than usual, almost louder than Jack was. "Their nips are twisty fookin' fresh! The flames of nipple hell are burnin'! So intense!" Jack asserted with a nod and a smile. He heard Mark chuckle, and felt happy that he was able to make his friend laugh because he still remembered when he himself was just a fan watching Markiplier videos. Jack remembers how his life turned around when he started becoming more and more popular on YouTube, he also cherishes their first co-op. Jack's thoughts were disrupted by an unexpected jumpscare in the game. A corpse was flung at the camera-view of the two players. Mark shouted, "FUCK!" and scoot back in his chair as Jack yelled, "JESUS, OH SHIT!" His hands covering his face abruptly.
Luckily their characters were still alive, and with five minutes to spare. Moris was praying and Frances was breathing heavily. Jack let out a shaky, irritated groan. He hated jumpscares! "WHAT the hell was that? Son of a bitch..." Jack controlled his character so he was walking again beside Mark's character. Mark retorted, "I have no idea, but obviously whatever it was it had personal space issues! I feel violated, insulted, appalled, hungry, and whatever else you can think of." Mark shook his right fist at the screen, threatening the game to try something. Jack spoke tauntingly, "What's wrong, Mark shark, can't handle a wee bit of Silent Hill? Hmm, can't ye?" He was mocking Mark's voice as best as he could. Mark raised his eyebrows and answered, "Oh, you want to go there, do you? Okay, lawdy daedi, where's me bottle of Polypops? Me pot o' gold's been tinker tonter'd, oh boy skippy dee doo!" His impersonation was funny as hell, but he noticed that Jack's character stopped moving and he didn't hear a laugh or an 'Oh, God' from the other side. In fact, he didn't hear anything. After a few seconds of waiting, it started to worry him, he didn't mean anything by his mocking. "Jack...? Hey, are you still there, buddy?...Oh no, oh shit...guhhh! Jack?!" Mark's entire mood flipped, he had a concered and panicked expression on his face. Finally, as Mark was reaching for his phone, Jack responded, "Sorry, I had to take a peeps, sorry. Now I'm BACK AND READY, hehe!" He had left to go to the bathroom...Mark exhaled like he'd been holding in his breath for a solid minute. He was relieved, he thought that he had hurt the Irish dude, thus causing him to leave. Mark smiled, rubbed his forehead and asked, "You just, all of a sudden, got up and LEFT me here by myself to PISS? What the fuck! You gotta at least tell me! Geez!" He received almost instant reply, "You want me to tell you when I have to pee?" Jack asked with a giggle, his cheeks red and sore from laughter.
"Yes I do! You will not pee, or 'peeps' unless I say it's okay, got it? We have an objective to deal with here." The character in the game interrupted them, Moris reported, "Frances, wait, look up there..." The camera slid to the ceiling warily. All men, animated and real, were silent. In a flash, an obligatory button appeared on their screens. Jack's pointer finger slammed the 'Z' key, and Mark firmly pressed the same one. "Get ready for this!" Mark called out from the other side, his other hand clenching the air fiercely. Moris and Frances jumped into different directions as another dead body dropped from above. Jack made an inhuman squeal at the scare; although he shook it off moments afterward. The well animated seemingly dead body's hands twitched, a gurgling sound escaping its mouth. "He's a zombie, I called it!" Jack affirmed with no doubt, yet Mark looked suspiciously at the camera. "I don't remember you 'calling' anything...Jackaroonie." A few seconds of hush stood before Jack replied, "I don't remember asking for your attitude, Mehrk! Let me be!" This was followed by an unsuppressed laugh, Jack's of course, and Mark nodded to himself with a knowing grin. "Surrree...surrree" Mark commented with the silly voice of an old man. Inside the game Moris pointed his gun to the zombie, by Mark's control, and Frances took out his pocket knife. "Do you really believe that your tiny blade can slay this inhumane creature, Frances?" Moris asked in an outraged whisper. Mark snickered, "He's got a point, Jack, you're not gonna get anywhere with that thing." Jack said briskly, "MY pocket knife will tear up this bastard, just you watch!" He pressed the arrow key and made Frances charge directly towards the now fully aware zombie. Mark kept still, he awaited the upcoming moment to rescue his partner from himself.
To his surprise, he saw Jack's character stab the knife deep into the undead's forehead. Blood splattered all over Frances's shirt, releasing a grunt as the body hit the floor soundly. Mark protested, "NO. NO. You just-HOW?! It was just a stupid knife! NO!" He couldn't believe how well that actually worked, and he never will. Jack held his hands over his stomach as it bounced from laughter, "I-ahahaha-I am the boss, w-ahaha-what do you expect?! Ahahah!" Jack could barely breathe, let alone talk. Mark answered with a booming, "I expect YOU to-to...uhhh, to NOT be able to kill a damn zombie with just a small shank! It's not ethical!" He pulled on his blue hair like a psycho. Another interruption by the game occurred, but this time by Moris, "Well done then, Frances, that was rather..." "Excellent?" Frances suggested, a boost of ego showing."Yes, excellent indeed. Quite." Moris finished speaking. Frances smiled, wiping off his blood-stained vest. Moris raised his left brow, "Why are you so happy, you dolt? You just witnessed a tragic happening." Frances meant to reply, but he could only release a shocked grunt as something pierced his side. The survival duration sign on the top left corner of the screen flashed red and white. The timer was shown with only a minute left. Jack gasped almost at the exact same time as Moris. "Oh, noooo! Mark, MARK, did ye see what just happened t'me?!" He was very surprised by the turn of events; did this mean they failed? Mark answered, "Yeah, I saw that! What the hell!" Both of them had their mouths agape, but Jack's face was a bit more dramatic. In the game Moris caught Frances before he could fall, the tall British gunman breathed heavily in panic. "Poor son of a bitch! Poor me! Goddamn it, Billy, wherever you are!" Jack yelled out, glaring at the floor. That damn floor.
Frances had a metal pole speared through his left side, piercing his rib cage. Moris wrapped a hand around the cold, bloody pole. "D-Don't you dare c-close your eyes, Frances, you keep-keep your word and STAY ALIVE! DO YOU HEAR ME, OFFICER?!" Moris's desperate holler only received Frances's hand over his own, removing it from the pole that impaled him, indicating his acceptance for death. Frances lifted a genuine smile, and Mark literally hollered, "No, no, NO! I DON'T THINK SO!" He caused Jack to remove his headphones for a moment and wince at the blow to his ear yet again. Jack then gingerly put them back on to say, "Sadly, Mark, I think this is part'a the story line or somethin'. I might be a different character soon. That would suck balls, I was kinda liking Frances." A sad laugh came from Jack's headset, it was Mark being goofy. Jack paid his attention back to the game. Frances looked up into Moris's eyes, his vision betraying him, becoming blurry. A tainted, animated hand reached up to stroke Moris's face, but dropped limp to the ground instead. Moris shook his head, he didn't want to believe it, he screamed to the heavens. Mark frowned, as did Jack, staying inaudible for a couple seconds. Like the strike of a lightning bolt, their screens flashed, and the two characters were inside a conflagration. The unexpected turn frightened the living hell out of Jack; Mark just hung his jaw open, stunned. Their timer had disappeared, as if it was a trick to fool them in the beginning. This twist of events wad truly incendiary. The flames around Moris and Frances burned with luster; screams of anguish rather than torment were heard, and this made Jack squint while biting his knuckles. "What is going on?! They just set randomly on fire!" Jack commented in disbelief, and Mark uttered jokingly, "Who turned up the heat, am I right, Jack?" This earned him an 'eye yai yai' and a chortle from his Irish friend. "How about we just cut it here for today? I didn't expect this game to be so heartbreakingly weird." Mark suggested, no other given reason to quit the game.
Jack sighed audibly, but replied with a cheerful, "SURE! If that's what ye want then sure. We've only been playing a few minutes so I don't think I'll be submitting this video." To this Mark just remarked simply, "I wasn't recording anyway. No worries, Jack." His tone was odd, it sounded sarcastic but also happy. It was different, that's for sure. Jack began to speak, but stopped when he saw a sign on the screen that said, 'Player one has disconnected.' Jack furrowed his eyebrows at this, Mark didn't even say goodbye. His phone vibrated, and the text he received was from an unknown number that read, 'See u at the convention'.
