Exhaling smoke from his mouth, he paced back and forth in his kitchen as the night fell over his home. His phone pressed up against his ear as he continued to wonder around aimlessly.

"Yeah...Yeah...Look I just need another carton, ok?! I'm down to me last pack! I know it's last minute! Money isn't an issue. Yes...Thank ye...Goodbye." Hanging up he threw the phone down on his couch and sighed out happily. Jumping over the couch, he brought his half burnt cigarette to his mouth and turned on his TV, instantly the news played on and he chuckled softly at the story, The woman reporter, Sheila something or another, spoke rather loudly about the story,

"-In front of the home of Sean McLoughlin' the youtube sensation known as 'Jacksepticeye' or just 'Jack' has been missing for days now. Everyone on social media has tried to reach out to him, but to no avail, it's been reported that he posted a short video calling out for help but we now discovered that that video has been deleted along with the one he posted shortly after that one claiming it to be a joke. Please if you have any news on his whereabouts..."

"You'll never find him~" He sang cheerfully as he took another drag of his cigarette. "I have big plans for that boy." The scene switched over the anchor, a well dressed man that he could never bother to remember the name of.

" Thank you, Sheila. It's not just the fans calling out to help find him, it's his online and real life friends as well. Thomas Sanders a well known viner has posted several things on Twitter asking anyone and everyone to work together to try and bring Sean back home, but perhaps the biggest one to help in the search for Jacksepticeye has to be Markiplier, another very popular youtuber who is friends with Jack both on and offline, he has not only reposted those deleted videos on his youtube, but his twitter, facebook, and Instagram account as well. He also posted this photo on his social media sites..."

"Good luck. I left that in for a reason." He grumbled as he snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray. Reaching for the remote he turned the tv off and stood from his couch.

"Mister! MISTER!"

Hearing repeated banging coming from his basement door, He grumbled out and grabbed a fresh cigarette out of his dwindling supply. Lighting it, he made his way to the door, there Charles, the eldest boy, stood bouncing his weight from foot to foot frantically as he looked at him through the small window.

"Ye're supposed to be asleep." He told Charles.

"We all havta pee!" Charles explained as he bounced about. He could hear the others agree with Charles and he groaned out.

"Fine. Fine! But no wondering about. I don't need me cat going spastic." He told them as he unlocked the door. Letting them out he watched as they quickly made a beeline for his bathroom. Watching them all carefully, he blocked the stairs to his bedroom and stared at the ceiling. Inhaling on his cigarette, he felt someone tug on his sleeve. Looking down at the youngest, Jesse, he narrowed his eyes and blew out smoke,

"What?"

"What's so interesting up there?" Jesse asked as he waited patiently for his turn.

He rolled his eyes and inhaled once more, only answering once he exhaled another smoke cloud.

"Just making sure me cat doesn't go ballistic is all..."

"You have a strange cat."

"Right..."

Taking another drag, he watched as all five boy's used his restroom, once they were done, he ushered them back to his basement.

"Mister," Benny spoke before he could shut the door.

"What?!"

"...How much longer is this private lesson going to last? I thought ye said it was only going to last for the weekend, I'm sure me mother must be worried."

"Ye're mom is fine. I told her it's going to take a few more days for the lesson seeing how damn slow you are at learning."

"But school-"

"Enough! Get to bed ye lot!" With that he slammed door behind him and locked it again. Huffing out, he straightened his shirt a bit before walking back to his living room. He sat back down the couch and put out his stub of a cigarette. He didn't get to sit for long before the floor above his head started to rattle as rhythmic banging started up again. Chuckling to himself, he pulled out another cigarette and lit it before inhaling deeply. He slowly exhaled and smirked widely,

"Looks like me cat's at it again..."

I know these last few chapters have been short, and I'm sorry for it, trust me the next chapter should be longer i swear.