Speed Is Key (Jacksepticeye x Reader)

Decisions.

×Recap×

I dropped my plushies and prizes I had won with Mark, especially his bunny one that he gave to me, staring at the person in front of me. The person was a thin but kind of tall female, laying on the couch,my couch, watching The Walking Dead. The other girl's yellow eyes seemed to notice the standing (Y/N), and greeted me,

"..Sup?"

The voice was muffled, because the other was wearing a mouthguard..thing, yet she sounded and seemed so casual. "..Oh.. Um.. Hey..?" I responded..

×Recap Ended×
After a small, yet awkward silence.. I decided to break the silence with idiocy, "..So.. Female Ticci Toby..," I started, but then the girl took out a small hatchet from under the couch.

..Okay, where did that come from?

"That's it," she hissed, but hey, still muffled. Thanks mouthguard! Before she could land a hit on me, I picked up a plushie before trying to shield myself. Poor plushie, you'll be missed later on.

I felt the tip of the unsheathed hatchet on my head, "You're the last person to ever call me that. I am, no way in Hell, is Ticci Toby's female version or whatever." That's when I peeked out of the plushie realized. She wore a CoD mouthpiece.., guard, whatever. She had a pair of bright yellow contact lenses, reminding me of a wolf somehow. She doesn't wear orange goggles, though.

She also had silky auburn brown hair that was untied, letting the locks fall free. She also.. seemed Asian. Like Mark. But she has darker skin tone. Light-brown-fair. (How can I describe this-). But then, she was also twitching. Now you can't blame me for calling you a Ticci-

"Name's Craizee."

What.

Wait, wait, what..?

"My name, or alias, is Craizee."

"..Name's.. (Y/N)."

"Craizee" seemed to nod and put away the dangerous weapon, sheathing it in the process. Damn, the name suits her well! "..So, why are you here..?" I blinked. "..I crashed in.. literally." Of course you did, thank you for not being Ticci Toby!

"..So.. How old are you? You look like a teen.." I flopped onto the sofa. "I'm 13." She answered, sitting on one of the arm of the sofa. I didn't dare chasing her away, or anything, since she'd probably kill me and steal everything. Even my Doritos.

"..With a.."

"Mental state? Yes. Pretty much."

She answered, as I sighed and sunk myself into the sofa. "..What's the matter?" She rose a brow, eyeing me. "You probably don't know.. But I'll tell you anyways. My friend, Sean, or rather, Jacksepticeye, was dating my traitor of a best friend earlier.." I mumbled.

"..Oh. Well. Maybe he doesn't like her, actually."

"..What? What do you know?" I groaned.

"Listen, I may be a kid, but I know love. Maybe she's a hardcore fan, and won't stop bugging him to date her."

"..Well.. Eri is like that.." I nodded. "..And Jack doesn't like girls like that." Craizee smirked. I felt her smirk, to be frank. "How do you.."

"I'm a friend of Sean McLaughlin."

"It's-"

"I know."

Ey, sassy bitch. "..What should I do?" I mumbled, thinking she didn't hear me. When I looked at Craizee, I found she was gone. "..Where did she go?"

[Craizee's P.O.V]
"..Hey, Jack."

"Lass!"

"I gotta discuss something with ya.."

"Yeah, what is it?"

I began to whisper lowly, and if you're wondering where I am, I'm on the roof of (Y/N)'s humble abode. Don't ask. Just. Don't.

"GENIUS! You've gotten cleverer!" He praised over the phone. "..Bye." I ended the call. Now, I'm betting (Y/N) is thinking if I'd be good to keep around- WAIT A MINUTE, I AIN'T NO PET!