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

3. Chapter 3-Sky Blue Eyes

Chapter 3~ Sky Blue Eyes

It all happened while you were editing one of your videos, sitting at your desk. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until your computer started blowing up with YouTube notifications. It was like an impatient bastard started spamming your doorbell, like you didn't hear it the first time. But then again, how would you know? It's not like anyone had ever come to visit you after you rented out a humble apartment.

"Just shut up!" You scream, picking up your phone, and ignoring the incoming notifications. You watch your subscriber count on your computer progress. Every single comment either read ridiculous spam messages, or threw down a few hints like "Congratulations", or "You Know Jack?" Something about those sentences struck curiosity into you, but not a single comment actually made sense-or explained the whole ordeal.

Seeing as there were too many incoming YouTube comments to truly understand what was going on, your head over to all your different forms of communication. You swap over to messages you were getting on other social media, seeing as it was the only one that hadn't been completely obliterated from your recent popularity.

69Cupcake69Queen69 wishes to invite you to a chat?

Accept/Decline

Y/n_OnTheShore is online

69Cupcake69Queen69: Hey y/n!

Y/n_OnTheShore: Who are you?

69Cupcake69Queen69: GUESS WHO GAVE YOU A SHOUTOUT ON THEIR CHANNEL?!

Y/n_OnTheShore:What are you talking about? I never signed up for any shout out!

69Cupcake69Queen69: Exactly! Apparently, Jacksepticeye knows you from school! Neet, right?!

Y/n_OnTheShore:Who is this person? Are they a private Channel?

69Cupcake69Queen69: Have you been living under a rock these last few years, or what?! Jack's a famous YouTube figure head!

Y/n_OnTheShore:Well I definitely didn't graduate with anyone smart enough to hold that standing, so that guy must have the wrong person!

69Cupcake69Queen69: Here: {Link to Jacksepticeye video} I'm sure you'll recognize him!

Y/n_OnTheShore:Thank you. I'll try to sort this whole thing out in a few minutes.

Y/n_OnTheShore is currently offline

Opening the link, YouTube starts to load. You turn up the volume on your headphones just in case it's too low, but you failed to realize it was already all the way up. After it finished buffering, you pay close attention to the man on the screen.

...

"TTTOOOOPPPP OF THE MORNIN TO YA LADIES!" He screams, the sound blasting into your ears. You topple out of chair, and land on all fours on your floor, shaking from the bust of sound.

"HOLY SHIT!" You scream, flinging the headphones off in shock, "Is this suppose to be a sick joke?!" You jump upwards, but end up harshly hitting your head against the bottom of your desk. You felt as if your ears were bleeding, clutching them with your hands, and to make it worse the top of your head was throbbing like crazy. "Why does my volume even go up that high?!" After turning down the sound, you listen to the whole thing all over again. Composing yourself, you open up the link again, and stared intently at the man on the screen. The entire time, your mind was racing acknowledging who was on the screen after every second he spoke. That was when you realized the importance of memory, embedding itself into your mind until you died. Those years you spent praying that those moments would just fade away into your memory was all for nothing. Of course, maybe it wasn't all bad that after all those years you never forgot your other half. It was a blessing and a curse. He was so much different than how you remembered him. But there was still a few things you could never forget about him. His fake smile, his charming Irish accent...and your personal favorite

His deceitful sky blue eyes. The eyes that you first gazed into to realize how fake his happiness was, or how painful every day must have been. It was those eyes that prepared you for what had been yet to come, and gave you enough to work off of to save him. Those were the eyes that shed more tears than anyone would ever know, and now people stare at those eyes all day, depending on that weak soul for happiness.

"...J-Jack?" You ask yourself getting a little closer to the screen. "There's no way..."