Hey! This chapter is gonna be good (I hope).
Am I doing good, is my writing interesting? I will try read over it and fix the problems where the story doesn't make sense, or the plot isn't smooth, but sometimes I mess up. So I will love your input!
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Let's get right into so I don't ruin the mood!
(Jack P.O.V)
Jack was annoyed. It was two thirty in the afternoon and Mark wasn't here to pick him up. He had landed at around 1 and texted Mark the moment he had gotten off the plane. Felix's plane was delayed an hour so he should be here soon.
He heaved a sigh, he was standing with his back against the wall near the guy's bathroom watching all of the people getting on and off their planes. No one had recognized him. He was used to fans running up to him and asking him if he was jacksepticeye. But no one came. He got a lot of side looks, probably because of his neon green hair, so out of self-consciousness, he put his signature gray flat cap on.
He hoped Mark hadn't bailed on him. Mark promised to pick him and Felix up. Doubts started to swirl around in his head; 'What if I'm at the wrong place? Why isn't he replying to my calls and texts? What if something is wrong? Did I come on too strong? Am I gonna die?'
Jack shook his head in confusion. Why would he think that he was going to die? Something was not right here. That didn't sound like him at all.
Suddenly he lurched over, clutching his head. His brain seemed to be pounding against his skull. People looked at him worried. The ground swayed beneath him. His vision blurred and he broke into a cold sweat. He collapsed onto the ground. His breathing was ragged and he gasped for air. People swarmed around him asking him questions that seemed to melt together in white noise. All he could hear was his own heart beating and the blood roaring in his ears.
He blacked out.
He opened his eyes and he was in a dark room. He couldn't see anything. His ears strained to hear something, but there was nothing.
"Where the fuck am I?" He shouted. His words faded into the darkness.
A shrill laughter pierced the air "Oh, Jack, people did think you were funny, it's a rather shame you can't get out your little camera so you can post this and let millions of people watch you struggle."
Realization dawned on the Irish man, how did he know about his channel when everyone seemed totally oblivious to him. He began to put the pieces together and the results made Jack mad. "You took away my channel, you bitch, this isn't a fucking joke anymore!" He growled. he hated to be tricked, and this seemed like some sick humor even for a classic fail video.
"Well, it wasn't all me, of course. And, no, Jack, this isn't a silly prank ." the voice took a dark turn. Jack felt a chill run down his back, how did this guy know what he was thinking? He has to be totally bonkers!
Jack's eyes darted around. The voice seemed to be all around him. So it was him that took his life away. And what does he mean 'it wasn't all me', did someone else help him.
"Who the fuck are you, and why am I here!" Jack shouted into the darkness. He desperately needed answers, he didn't know what this sicko was capable of, and he didn't want to find out either.
"Oh, Jack! you have so much to learn. Hehe, I am going to love to see your face when you realize..."
"Realize what?" Jack's voice wavered in the unknown, he was worried now.
"That I am you, of course!" A dark green mist swirled in front of Jack. Jack stepped back hesitantly as a figure formed in front of him. His mouth dropped open, he had seen fanart and some fan related fiction about this person, but he never knew he was real. It was...it was...
"Antisepticeye" Jack whispered in disbelief.