Jacksepticeye One Shots

Antisepticeye

Signe

I heard footsteps sounding from inside Jack's room, but thought nothing of it.

That's just Sean doing his pumpkin carving.

I caught a few snippets of what he was saying, something like "So fucking weird," and "Gerald!"

He wasn't being as loud as he usually is when he records a let's play, because he doesn't need to yell at a pumpkin.

After a while, however; I heard something weird.

A strange, glitchy voice was emanating from his room. "I am here now..."

I had never been in any of Sean's videos, but people knew who I was, so there wouldn't be any harm in seeing what was up.

I opened the door, and watched as Sean slid a knife over his throat.

"Sean!"

I rushed towards him. Is he faking?

No. No.

I heard strange laughing dying out.

"You just watched..."

"I am here now."

I shook my head. This is just a joke, right? It has to be just a joke...

But it wasn't. Sean was dead, and it was all their fault.

Their fault.

I looked towards the camera, the screen; those viewers... those readers.

They were dead to me.

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That was a request by one of my followers on Twitter; @septicranky.
In other news, Jack has been stabbing my heart this week. Today, and a few days ago.
Mark did as well, yesterday.
I'm not sure if you care, but here:

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These notices happened really close together, like one day it was Jack, the day after Mark, and then the day after it was Jack again :)

Thanks guys!

~Panther xx

Sorry this one was so short, by the way.