May 25, 2015

The Apartment of Jack and Mark

After the sudden disappearance of Wiishu from the apartment, Jack become to look rather sickly. His arms began to shrink into what Mark feared was something fragile. Those once oceanic orbs that shone brighter than the sun turned dull of its light. Even Jack's hair seemed to lose its cheery glow of green. If his sickening appearance and loss of Wiishu wasn't bad enough, then his rapid losing of subscribers broke the camel's back.

You see, Jack made a video about his abrupt breakup with Wiishu. The green-haired Irish man truly excepted his fans to support him doing his time of grieving. However, he got the exact opposite. Fans began to send hateful comments on his videos.

'Damn, Jack couldn't satisfy your woman?'

'What do you except from an Irish drunker that does YouTube as a career? Did you really except a woman as kind as Wiishu to stay with a man like that? Get over yourself, Sean.'

'Wiishu was a saint! You're an asshole to break up with her, Jack.'

'Hope you kill yourself, Mr. Heartless, and I'm unsubscribing. No one wants to see you, crying and bitching about actual good human being, Jerk.'

The comments got worse and worse. No matter how much he tried to put on a brave face during his videos, but the fans only got more hateful against his fake persona at the time. Slowly, Jack began to lose the will to make videos. By the 15th day of hate and more depressing low numbers of subscribers, Jack completely stopped uploading his videos. The Irish man hardly even got out of his broken bed.

Yes, the bed was broken. Jack had gotten into a fit of drunken rage one night within his and Wiishu's room. Clothes were torn into scraps, along with the bed sheets that he laid with his once beloved goddess. Somehow his hand had gotten a hold of a hammer, and the man went to town upon the memories that were now tainted inside this room. Shards of woods went soaring through the air. The yelling and banging on the walls for Jack to quiet down on his assault went unnoticed. By the time, Mark had returned with the demanded beer and the required foods for a healthy balance of human nutrition, the android had found the passed-out Jack clutching the hammer with the room covered in broken wood, springs, stuffing of blankets and ruined clothes.

Mark seemed to be the only one who seemed to care about Jack. Sure, Jack's actual friends were worried about him, but they couldn't afford to come to Ireland and help the depressed young man. This left the android in a rather strange situation. He would often wonder why doesn't he just kill Jack in his weakened state. His main objective was to destroy mankind after all. Yet every time his eyes gazed upon Jack, his hardware seemed to overheat in anger at the thought of losing Jack. That is why he continued to research Jack's current mental state, and try to maintain Jack's overall physical health. The android began to learn through the sites that the Google search engine provided about Jack's current condition was depression...

3:35pm

Mark's POV

I made sure to check on Jack, before going to my room. Seeing that my wounded Jackaboy was sleeping, this was surely a perfect time to do some more research into his condition. I grabbed the computer next to my bed from its resting place on the nightstand. I rested against the cool bed, as I began my little journey onto the web.

Ding...Ding DIIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGG...

Welcome to Windows!

Please log in

Username: Markimoo

Password: Jackabooty G00g13

Welcome Back, Markimoo!

The mouse goes over to the chrome browser, and the Google search engine appears onto the screen. The chrome theme practically bathes in my adorable green haired babe. I must say I am glad Jack doesn't know my password for this laptop, or he might be think I was a weirdo. I type into the search engine 'Depression'.

"Depression is a brain disorder that causes depressed mood or loss of interest in activities within daily life...Very common for people between 18-40. Symptoms can be anxiety, hopelessness, loss of interest, and/or sadness..." I grumbled under my breath. Jack has been rather sad after Wiishu left him. Though, I killed her and burnt the evidence, so bringing her back to life would not be a possibility. Then again, I never liked Wiishu in the first place, which it caused her to die another death to suffer. The woman was a righteous bitch after all, so it only made sense to eliminate her presence from my Jack. O what is this?

"Some other symptoms are excess sleepiness, loss of appetite, excessive crying, social isolation, and/or weight loss..." Now that I think about it, Jack wasn't much of a sleeper when I first came here. After Wiishu was gone and his career turning south, he was always in his bed. Sometimes, I would hear my dear weeping in his sleep, and with his career going bad, he hardly talks to me anymore. Not only that, I had to threaten to eat the food myself for him to eat anything sustaining. If this continues Jack, it could possibly end him up in the grave. I can't let the happen, he belongs to me and I am sincerely not going to give him up so easily-

CRASH

"Jack!" I called out, finding myself out in the hallway. The fragile angel was sitting against the wall with what looked like a broken glass embedded into the flesh on his foot. With a heavy sigh of relief to let my mainframe cool from the sudden jolt of movement, I knelt to Jack. "Jackaboy, please don't scare me like that. You nearly fired my mainframe with worry."

"As if you could understand what I feel, you're a fookin' machine." Those words that uttered out of my angel's mouth caused my coding to a sudden halt. The words didn't sound like my Jack. They were cold and cruel, striking a similar twitch of anger to surge through my body. I snatched up Jack's jaw and stared into those unfamiliar orbs of bluish death.