Mark put one final shirt into the suitcase on his bed, Matpat, Stephanie, Amanda, Ryan, and Matt were all in the living room talking amongst themselves. Finally, he put his laptop on top of his clothes and shut the suitcase, zipping it closed, he heard the sound of someone coming into his doorway.
"Don't try and stop me." Mark simply told the person.
"I'm not," Matpat spoke, turning, Mark crossed his arms and looked at Matpat, who was there with Matt, the two of them looked at one another, nodded, and back to Mark.
"We're coming with you," Matt spoke for Matpat.
"Guys, I appreciate it, but there's no need. Felix, Bob, Ken, and Wade are all going to Kilkenny. Granted different times and different days, but nonetheless." Mark laughed softly and Matpat sighed,
"Mark...The more the merrier? Right?"
"...I mean I guess...But what about Luna?" Mark asked Matt and Matt gave him an awkward smile,
"Amanda will watch her, plus my parents will help out while I'm gone."
"Mark, please...We already booked the same flight with you for tomorrow anyway, so it'll be an awkward plane ride there if you say no." Matpat told Mark.
"When did you two do that?" Mark questioned as he raised an eyebrow,
"Just now, on our phones."
"...We'll if you already booked the flight, Of course, I'm not going to say no, but...Why?"
"Because we realized, you're right, Jack needs help right away if this guy is a...trafficker..Plus again, having more backup isn't a bad idea." Matt simply spoke, placing a hand on Mark's shoulder.
"We go and get packed and come back, tomorrow we can all leave for the airport...We're going to find Jack. See you in a little bit." Matpat told Mark as he turned and left, Matt stayed behind and gently squeezed Mark's shoulder.
"...He doesn't want to admit it...But I will. Seeing Jack get hurt is bad...Watching you go head first into danger? That's even worse. We want to save Jack, of course, but we can't afford to lose you in the process. We are going to find Jack. I promise we will help in any way. But...Mark...Don't do anything too stupid, please." Matt whispered before letting go of Mark's shoulder and walking out of Mark's room.
Mark simply sighed and sat on his bed, looking at Chica, his dog wagged her tail at him before sniffing his hand.
"...Oh, Chica...I hope we get there in time."
Chica whined softly and nosed his hand, demanding a pet from him.
"I know...I know..." Mark breathed patting her soft head.
"Yeah...Yeah...Ok...See you." Mark hung up his phone as him, Matt, and Matpat all hurried to their terminal, their suitcases already checked through, they just finished with a long and annoying TSA process and now they were just going to sit and wait for the plane.
"That was Felix, he's already in Kilkenny. Obviously, he's going to be waiting there for a while so he's just gonna book a hotel for the night." Mark told the others as they all sat down at some seats at their terminal. Mark sighed out and leaned against his seat, Matpat took out his phone and started to text someone, probably Stephanie. Matt let out a sudden chuckle and nudged Mark in the ribs,
"I'm glad our Uber driver wasn't like the one you had at PAX last year."
"Hm?" Matpat inquired as he put his phone away.
"Oh, It wasn't really the Uber driver that was bad, but last year...PAX had just ended and the guy was running horribly late, I was going to ride with Jack back to the hotel... so I shot him a quick text right?...Turns out he got into a crash because of that text. Looked away from the road to read it, next thing he knew he had plowed into some poor taxi." Mark explained.
"Jesus."
"The guy's fine doesn't even blame me. Turns out he forgot about me...But in the end, everyone survived the crash...I guess that's the important thing...But the funny thing wasn't that. Me and Jack now had to ride with Bob, Wade, and Matt. As you can imagine there wasn't a lot of room."
"Did you sit in the trunk?" Matpat asked and Matt just crossed his legs and gave Mark a rather smug look.
"...Noooo.."
"The floor?"
"No."
Matt leaned in and helped with a hint.
"Let's just say Jack was rather uncomfortable."
"Did you sit on Jack's lap?" Matpat asked almost ready to burst out laughing.
"...Maybe." Mark scratched his lip and Matpat let out a laugh as he covered his mouth.
"I mean, the Uber driver didn't care...At least the ride was short."
"And you wonder why Septiplier exist?"
"No. I don't wonder why." Mark laughed with Matpat and Matt. Leaning back in his chair he sighed and turned, his voice no longer chipper, "I don't at all...Hell, I'm sure do to all of this the fangirls will probably go insane."
Looking out the massive window, Mark stood and walked to it and put a hand on the glass. As he somberly looked out.
"...What's eating him?" Matpat asked Matt, Matt stood and slowly walked up to Mark.
"...I can't lose another friend...I just can't." He whispered to Matt. Matt gently reached over and grabbed Mark's shoulder.
"I know," Matt whispered back. "But we're going to do what we can, with all of us together and with the clues we have...We'll find him."
"But what if it's like with Daniel...Oh god...I don't want to be too late again." Mark breathed out, trying hard to hold back the tears threatening to spill over as the memory of getting that dreadful phone call came rushing back. Gently Matt hugged Mark, a simple platonic hug.
"We'll do what we can. Hopefully, everything will become clearer once we're in Ireland." Matt told him as they separated. Mark looked back out the window, a plane starting to roll in caught his eye, with a sigh he nodded,
"...Hopefully."
Mark looked over to Matpat and Matt, the two of them fast asleep in their airplane seats just across the aisle from him. Sighing, Mark looked at the movie playing in front of him and rolled his eyes, some Adam Sandler movie and he wasn't too interested at the moment. Leaning back in his chair, Mark looked out the window at the sea below.
Sighing softly, Mark looked at his tablet and went through the comment section of his recent video.
'You go Mark! Bring back Jackaboy!'
'I ship them even harder now!' That was, unsurprisingly, the most liked comment.
'Fucking mornon, who the fuk cares about Jack?' Oh boy, here comes the guilt trips. There were a few more people that agreed with this guy, but more people called the guy out...Some even brought up Daniel...
Shutting his eyes, Mark sighed and then shifted tabs to something else. Going to twitter Mark gave a soft chuckle at Pewds new update/apology to Keemstar. It felt beyond forced.
'To Keemstar, I'm sorry. Please bro's stop sending hate to him'
Mark could only shake his head, it was forced and felt like Felix just wrote it in less than a minute. Oh well, it was done. Scrolling down a bit more, he blinked at Jontron's new update status that had him tagged in it.
'Knock 'em dead Markiplier.'
Mark chuckled, looking at the replies, he scrolled down and felt his eyes widen. Yeah, some replies were some followers but most of them were from other YouTubers. ProJared,
'Get Jack back and kick that guy's ass for us. Markiplier.'
Arin,
'I wish I could go with you guys, shame I can't, but you have my full support.'
Danny,
'I want that bastard that has Jack to know this. You have a giant fucking hurricane coming your way. It's name is Mark...And friends.'
Mark felt himself tear up again at all the support given to him online. Almost every one of his friends not able to come all supported him and the others. Smiling softly, Mark wiped his misty eyes and put his tablet on sleep mode. Leaning back a bit he looked out the window once again. Danny was right, that fucker does have a hurricane coming and it's going to be a strong one.
After one long grueling flight, Mark, Matpat, and Matt all boarded off of the plane. Once out of terminal they were all greeted by Felix. Who was, rather unsurprisingly, surrounded by a few fans. The moment the fans saw Mark, Matt, and Matpat they rushed over asking for Autographs as well. Mark chuckled and happily signed a few.
" 's it true?" A young Irish woman asked Mark as she tucked her autograph away in her purse. "Tha' ye're gonna hunt down the man that took Jack?"
"We're all going to try," Mark told her, next thing she knew she was in his ear whispering to him.
"Then take this little hint. A boy was found running in traffic, he won't speak to the police that's for sure. But he was a dancer. He's at Mercy's hospital just a mile from here."
"...How do you know that we're looking for a dance-"
"Scare theater's new video. Duh." She laughed, turned her heel and walked away. Matpat narrowed his eyes before turning to Mark.
"So...Now what?" He asked Mark who turned to Pewds.
"We go to the hotel, unpack, and wait for Ken, Bob, and Wade. They should be here tomorrow." Felix explained simply and Mark bounced from foot to foot.
"Wait..." Mark spoke causing them to look at him. "There's something we need to do first...That lady just tipped me off that one of Attinoon's dancers might have got away. He's at the hospital now, if we hurry we might be able to talk to him."
"He hasn't spoken to the cops yet?" Felix asked as they all picked up the pace to get their luggage.
"She said he's refusing, no idea why, but he might talk to us."
"Sure, why talk to the cops when you have internet celebrities?" Matpat laughed. Mark frowned as they continued to steadily jog to the luggage belt. Mark then spoke,
"It's still something. Let's move."
