Heroes (Jacksepticeye x Reader x Markiplier) *completed*

Chapter 29: Panic

Status: Currently listening to Panic! songs from album 'A fever you can't sweat out' to 'Death of a Bachelor'

I'll test out options this chapter so you can understand what I mean, feel free to list your choice in the comments ;)

Et voici, ton chapitre...
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Your POV

I'm shaking, 2 more weeks until they're out, 2 more weeks until my death... I'm too young to die, I want to have a boyfriend, get married, have 32 children that are all named George, watch them grow up and then die happily with my loving husband...

"Y/N, here" Jack says as he hands me a cup of hot chocolate/coffee.

"Thanks..." I say taking a sip of the burNING HOT DRINK. "Ow I thik I bwurnt my twungue" I say trying to fan out my tongue with my hand that's not holding up the blanket wrapped around me.

Sean pats my head, I assume to make me feel better.

I give him puppy dog eyes "Can you pass me my phone?" I say.

"It's right there..." He points in front of me.

"But if I reach for it the blanket might fall off..." I pout.

"You're lucky i'm nice and..." he pauses and pokes my nose "...You're too lazy for your own good..." He says as he pats me on the head and hands me my phone. The phone slips between my hands and I steadily try to keep the blanket up and the phone up.

I type a number and call it. "Hello,Patty? What should we do about the fangirls-"

"LET'S KILL TONIGHT!-" She shouts.

"Patty- wait what? Why are you shouting, have you gone crazy?!" I respond.

"KILL TONIGHT!~" She shouts again."SHOW THEM ALL YOU'RE NOT THE ORDINARY TYPE~"

"That's it, you've gone crazy" I hang up and hang my head low.

"What happened?" Mark said as he walked down the stairs from where he'd been recording a video.

I frown and stare up to him with narrow eyes "We have lost a great soldier today" I put my face in my hands "A fwend, a comwrad... So young..."my voice slightly muffled in my hands.

Sean and Mark stare in confusion.

I hear a ringtone and pick up my phone. "...Hey" I speak into the phone.

"Hey! Sorry I was jammin' out to...er,  anyways the fan... girl that you love~"She pauses "sorry... anyways the- followed her,followed her, followed her home!" she pauses for another second and I hear something being thrown out the window, I assume that because I heard glass shatter and then a loud crash "Anyways- oh my god, why did I do that?" she pauses for the 100th time and I hear yelling like... well, imagine the sound a pterodactyl makes.

"Um... I can call later if-"

"No, I think i'm good... I can buy another one- ANYWAYS" She pauses and I hear her take a deep breath "We shouldn't worry about too much about those girls, there are 2 outcomes actaully, the first outcome is that they somehow escape"

A shiver is sent down my back. I hesitate to speak and my thoughts stop me from saying anything.

"But if that outcome were to happen, they'd probably get chased by the cops and they wouldn't be able to plan anything, which leads to the second outcome, they wait until they're free and they spend a couple weeks or more researching about us... or finding weapons... or both" She explains.

I sigh "Well, I suppose that's somewhat reassuring"

"What are you going to do in that time?" Patty asks.

"Go to the bahamas... or go on a never ending road trip with a sibling I don't have and hunt demons, monsters and other spiritual things then learn about the evils that rest dormant inside me because in a way I am the true evil" I gasp for air.

"Same." Patty replies.

"I'm just joking" I make a 'psssh' sound and laugh slightly.

"...Yeah...Me too" She responds.

"What about you?" I asked.

"First, buy a new radio, second... I dunno"

"okay, then I guess... bye?" I quickly add "Call if anything happens- and she hung up"

I look at Mark and Sean "I think we'll be alive for a little while longer"

They smile. "Whatcha gonna do?" Mark asks.

"Haven't thought of it yet" I think for a second "Eat, sleep, my only talents"

"You call that a talent?" Mark says "let me show you my talent" he says as he gets up and put his feet backwards.

"I'm so confused" I say as he begins to walk. "What about you, Sean?"

Jack shrugs "I dunno, i'm loud I suppose... I can play the drums if that's cool-"

"I play the trumpet!" Mark shouts "So much cooler than the drums"

"No way!"

"You're just jealous!"

"No i'm not!"

"suuure"

Then they started bickering, I turned around to grab some popcorn from the cabinets to watch this go down but...

"Y/N, what do you think is cooler, trumpet or drums?!"

I sigh "drums/trumpet"

"Ha!"

You smile and then head to your room.

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Yes, i'm stalling for time and I honestly shouldn't have because I'm running out of ideas. The next event is gonna be BIG and it'll probably be the last for this book, after all, all (great?) things come to an end.

I was thinking of doing a little filler chapter like a 'Day in the life of Patty' or something... I don't know, I have fun making things with her and I plan to put her in all my books, she'll be like Waldo and you'll have to read to find her. It's very weird to talk about myself like this, I feel like i'm talking in third person aaaaand- now i'm sad again, thank you Mashima for taking my feelings and throwing them against the wall then running them over 200+ times.

Also, i'll be home tonight CLAP FOR ME! Well... if you wanna. BUT THAT MEANS BACK TO DAILY OR SO UPDATES!!!!

-xoftri