Spring Water || A Jacksepticeye And Markiplier (and others) Fanfiction ||

The Red Herring

(Somewhere in L.A, a 27 year old man is shouting at a camera)

-3rd person POV of an unnamed man-

"WAAAAOOOHHAAAA Holy shit!!" The "short", "4'9" shouting man well.. shouted as his headphones fell off of his ears at a jumpscare. He is recording a game for YouTube called 'The Calling' for his adoring viewers he calls his heroes. 'Come on now, you can't back out now' This thought runs through his mind as he leans back on his chair.
This game was really getting to him, more or less others things were as well.
After all, he lives alone and has been for four years now, aside from his housemates Matt and Ryan. They had moved out a while ago. But solitude is okay right?

     Playing all these horror games was getting him, as they often do. He sits up and sighs.
Combing his fingers through his dyed red hair in frustration and continues the game,
finishing out the recording session. "I'll see you in the next video, buh-buy"
He smiles and waves at the camera, forcing down the negative
thoughts and thinks of all the good and love he has recieved from his community.
This immediately makes him feel better. Looking  in the view finder on his camera, it shows. He then shuts down his camera, stops his recording and saves it. Fiddling with some buttons and switches, leaning back in his chair again, rubbing his face and hair and lets out a frustrated half shouting groan. The editing will happen later, for now he sits there rocking in his chair with racing thoughts. He then pauses his rocking in his chair and lifts a hand off his face. He thinks of a familar green haired friend as his vision focuses on his dark foamed wall.
'Sean.'

     He is a very dear friend of his, who he hasn't seen in months, physically.
Last time they had spoken to each other was..also months ago..almost a year...before an event took place.
'Why am I so stupid to think not talking to him would solve anything.... how could I have ever hurt him like that'...His eyebrows furrow together and he quickly swipes an assorted pile of paper on his desk to the floor. Lifting a leg onto his chair he rests his head on his knee letting one arm hang dangling to his side, the other used as a cushion on his knee. He stays like this for what seems like hours to him and then one of his eyes start to well up with hot tears, then the other. A ragged breath comes sharply comes from him, followed by more ragged breathes. He tries to fight back the growing pressure in his eyes but gives in and the tears stream down his face.
Why am I like this', 'I have to stop guilt tripping myself',
'I want things to be like before...before all of this...'
Thought after thought rolls around in his mind untill they trail off
and he falls asleep, his tear stained face glimmering from his ring light on his desk.

(1st person POV from a green haired irishman )

-Meanwhile 3:11 in the early morning in Ireland-

'Zzz...'
'......Zzz......'
.Zzz....'

".....ughhh.......Mar...n-....huh?" Waking up suddenly I squeeze my eyes closed and open them again, I pick up my phone beside me.Clicking the power button on the side, I read the time on it. '3:11...yet another night of waking up after nightmares I can't remember much of.' I set the phone back down and look up at the ceiling.
Just listening to the passing by of cars and the rise and fall of distant voices down below
on the boardwalks and elsewhere within hearing distance. My thoughts dift from what I had done today to future plans. 'Good thing I prepared a lot of videos, as much as I love everyone in the community, I do need a break''
'I'm taking a break, and that really makes me feel happier'. Some time passes and my thoughts go all over the place. I begin to think of my family and friends, how far I am away from them..how much I miss them. For some reason I thought of red. 'It's his favorite color anyway so why am I slightly shivering.?'

     "Mark", I whisper flatly. The sense of dread I have been having very often hangs over me thinking about him. All he wanted was to keep those around him happy, but he made some choices that messed that up. 'Mark has suffered so much, I just want him happy again'. Turning on my side in a ball I focus my eyes on the wall next to
me, letting the different shades of light from the city dance over my eyes. Ever since he cut off everyone those months ago. It has worried me to the point of anxiety. 
I wish so much to at least hold him in an embrace or to be in his presence and make him smile or laugh his doozy laugh. Thinking of the good times we have shared together..the first time meeting each other, and then hanging out...
I then feel a sharp sadness.

     'I wish to have that again, to start over. ..I miss him so fucking much'.
My heart feels like lead and my throat feels like it's closing up.
I try to keep my composture but failed, and a tear escapes. No more tears are going to fall..for some reason I can't cry more, I haven't been able to for a long time.
'Should I even feel this sad?'. At this thought a shudder goes
through me. Looking at the time again it's 3:27am now.
Sighing I drift back to sleep.
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