Play my Game (Jacksepticeye X Reader)

by AmeliaGladiator

The game of life is such a perculiar ordeal. You'll find that when players like you and me give up half way through, it's usually the end of the road. But what if somebody's there to drag them to the very end, despite their fixated mind set? In a way, their strong will makes up for your own. It's time we realize how lucky we are to have those people in our game of life. People like

2. Chapter 2-The Real World

As you plopped into your comfortable seat, scrolling through all of the latest high school photos of your class, all you can see and focus on...is what's missing.

Welcome to the real world. Fresh out of school, without a single memory of anything you had learned for the past twelve years. But then there were the things still stuck in your mind, haunting you day after day that you knew you could never escape from without confrontation. An after thought, only replaying itself for you when you had nearly forgotten it. Maybe it was the urge to forget that made such an event so annoyingly clear. Maybe it was your past mistakes, that caused the mistakes of others in the near future. It didn't matter too much-and you didn't care enough to invest too much thought into why any of this came to be-so what was the point of dwelling on it any longer? Or...maybe something like that is just unforgettable. Someone like that is just too precious to lose. Somebody like that was enough to make you subconsciously hold on. Forget it. It's nothing.

It was about time you finally took the leap year you deserved, to get your crap together, and maybe even work on your videos. Two years after that fateful event, you had started your very own YouTube channel, which was your only way of getting rid of stress and have something to show for it. Your popularity was small, but you honestly couldn't care less. All that mattered was the few moments you could be yourself, and record it so you would never forget who you really were. It's funny how sometimes you never want to forget precious memories or feelings, and other times you find you yearn for your mind to throw them in the trash. Half of who you always thought you were had left your home town, and had head back to Ireland, and the other half began to wither away without it. It had gotten to the point where you needed a camera, mic, and computer to survive-or at least sustain the one part of you that hasn't quite lost it yet.

That half was the half that smiled.

The half that stood up for you.

The half that screamed "We're in this together!"

The half that reminded you no matter how lost you were you could never truly be alone, but at the same time showed you how to stand on your own two feet

The half you scolded when it tried to make you smile

The half that left you without another word

...

The half you betrayed on your last day together

Although, it had never even crossed your mind that you may one day cross paths with your other half once again. So it didn't come as a surprise that after 8 years, when you finally saw it again...you could barely even recognize it.