Mark hadn't slept, he was exhausted but he couldn't sleep, shifting tiredly in his chair Mark yawned and rested his hand on his head in the palm of his hand. He tried to call Keemstar but it went unanswered, he figured the man was probably still sleeping, it was only seven am. Still, he wouldn't let that stop him, he needed more help.

Frowning, he brought up his skype and went to one of his contacts, that was online and clicked on the call button. Hearing the monotone calling sound he shut his eyes for a brief moment.

"Mark?"

Snorting awake, Mark rubbed his tired eyes with both his palms and looked at Matpat. The man clearly just woke up, his brown hair messy as he sat at his desk in his Pj's.

"Matpat. I need your help analyzing some videos." Mark sleepily spoke getting threateningly close to falling asleep again.

"Is this about Jack?"

Mark nodded,

"Yeah...It is. I need all the help I can get."

"Mark...I hate to ask, but are you sure this isn't just a prank?"

"It can't be. Jack's no saint, but he'd never pull a prank like that. Plus, he hasn't been online at all this week and he's not answering his phone." Mark answered softly with a headshake. Mat let out a sigh and clasped his hands together in thought, he looked like he was ready to pull some sort of Naruto ninja move as he thought about it.

"I want to help, really I do...But I have so much to do with this new theory and everything...Tell you what, there's this guy, Scare theater, he specializes in that stuff. Try contacting him. I mean there are times where it feels like he puts me to shame." Mat told Mark, Mark pursed his lips to the side before sighing out.

"Alright then. Thanks for the advice."

"No problem..." Mat sighed again and ran his hand through his hair, "...Look..how about...After I finish my new theory, which should be today anyway, I'll drop on by your place and together me, you, and Stephanie can come up with a plan if it really is that bad."

"That sounds great. Thanks, Matpat." Mark smiled and Mat smiled as well,

"Talk to you later." With that, Mat hung up and Mark let out another sigh and rubbed his eyes.

"Scare Theatre..." Mark mumbled as he typed the name into youtube. Finding the channel instantly, he frowned when one of the first videos was about Marina Joyce. Clicking on that video he listened and watched as the guy talks about Marina and her channel as of late. Licking his lips, Mark rubbed his eyes and frowned. Going onto Scare theatre's channel and to the about tab he was happy to see the guy had an email he could contact the guy through. Shooting him a quick email, Mark decided to try Keemstar one more time and if he didn't answer this time then he'd go to sleep.

Swallowing, he brought skype up one final time and shot Keemstar a call. It rang and rang, figuring Keem wasn't going to answer, Mark backed his chair out and stood, stretching he felt his back pop.

"Whoa! I know you must like me, but enough with the crotch cam!" He heard from his computer. Instantly Mark dropped down into his chair.

"Keemstar! Thank god! I thought you'd never answer." Mark hastily spoke.

"Well, I know some of your friends, so forgive me for being skeptical. Plus the fact that you called me five times told me you might have needed something." Keemstar mumbled at the end of his sentence as he scratched his beard.

"I do. Keem I'm not joking when I say, I need you to help me find Jack."

There was a silence as Keem looked around a tad confused before laughing,

"Is this a joke?"

"No!...Keem...He's in danger, I don't know where he is. He called for help in not one but two of his videos. I need help tracking him down."

"Oh...Yeah Ok...Uh-huh. Ok, let's say this is real...What do I get out of it? Hm? More threats daily telling me to drink bleach? Why should I help you?"

Mark thought briefly for a moment and smiled,

"I'll give you a shout out, I'll even do a collab with you if that's what you want. Hell, I can do both if that's what you want."

Keemstar leaned on his open palm and smiled as if he was thinking about it. Then he finally spoke up,

"Hm. Well, there is something I need-"

"Whatever it is, I'm sure I can get it."

"I want a public apology on Twitter from his royal highness."

"Yeah, I was afraid of that."

"You do that, and do the collab with me, and I'm sure I can help you."

Mark bit and started to gnaw on his lower lip.

"I'll talk to Felix..."

"Alright, by the way. You know this has to go on Dramaalert right?"

Mark slowly nodded,

"I wouldn't expect anything different. Maybe it might help us."

"Right. I'll be waiting for that apology."

With that Keemstar hung up and Mark stood from his chair again, getting Felix to apologize wasn't going to be easy, but hopefully, Felix would swallow his pride for this situation.

Mark looked over to his bed, Chica was resting peacefully and he slowly slithered into bed careful not to wake his dog. Once his head hit the pillow he was fast asleep.