"Denied" (Septicplier)(markimash Too?) (Wait Is That A Spoiler? )

Chapter 4- Round And Round The Aerfort

(I didn't loose the last of my marbles, 'aerfort's Irish for, you guessed it, airport. Ugh, Irish is truly ridiculous, why is it compulsory in my school?! Why?!)

PREVIOUSLY in' Law of the Jungle' starring Jacksepticey:
Jack had failed to compete with the call-end-button professional mastermind genius Mark Edward Fischbach(k)(?) (I'm honestly to lazy to care right now)(I'm probably one of the worst people in the septicplier fan base if I don't know how to spell his name)(Burn me at the stake~ I'm not worth this life, but please don't touch my bangtan bracelet that's sacred) and decided to call the Brits for emotional support. After an emotional moment with markiplier's YouTube front page and a box of Cookie Krisp cereal he decided that he isn't sick enough of the Irish weather and left early for the bus to the capital.

(NOTE: above is not an accurate representation of what happened) (cuz, a) I'm lazy and b) t'is a fanfic nothing's accurate but I figured you'd guess that the 'previously' is a joke)

Chapter 4- Round And Round the Aerfort

Even though the flight was its usual length it seemed strangely long in Jack point of view. He would periodically doze off into sleep and wake up an hour later with excitement only to be let down by the fact that he didn't arrive yet. He brought a few Mangas to kill his boredom but it seemed like his boredom killed any desire to read any sort of words no matter how many pictures tried to aid his misery. He thought that maybe films would satisfy his needs, but yet again after only a little over seven minutes he lost complete interest in whatever drama that was on the screen and fell asleep.

He didn't sleep well either, he could barely call it sleeping. He slept for so little at a time that it simply felt like he laid conscious with his eyes closed for an hour or two. It was more tiring than relaxing.

But despite all of the misery that was bought upon the Irish Ray of sunshine, Jack survived the flight and lived long enough to tell Mark about it. Well, about that, he needed to find Mark first and that deemed down right impossible at this moment in time.

The airport was packed with people, Jack walked through the gate and could barely see any of the four walls around him. With his height he could barely see the ceiling either but that's beyond the point. He tried to push and elbow his way through the suffocating crowd as gently as possible but with people attempting the exact same maneuver from all four directions of the compass,he felt more pushed than pushing. Jack was beginning to panic. He wasn't scared of crowds or people or anything he simply wasn't used to such phenomenon. Ireland, not being a large country with a large population barely had any occasions that could match this one, or even pretend to come close. But eventually though, he was discarded by the crowd, spat out as if by some giant slime monstrosity that then with great difficulty moved further down the airport building leaving Jack to stare at it in awe.

America, is not going to be a walk in the park, jack thought to himself and proceeded trying to find a slightly taller than himself man with his favorite colored hair. Jack always wondered why Mark's channel's color was red and his green, when it clearly should have been the opposite. His 'favorite' color, which he thought to be childish to say or think, had always been red while Mark on the other hand always said to like green. It will forever remain a mystery.

He send Mark a short text telling he that he had already arrived and continued his way around the airport building. Soon enough his phone beeped signaling for the arrival of Mark's response. Why Mark's? Well, Jack placed a special ring tone on any of his calls and messages, to be specific, it was Mark's horror outro that played. Why? Mark rarely called or texted Jack, mainly because of the time difference and possibly the workload that Mark was under so Jack made sure that he would never miss those rare occasions that he does text or call him.