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

Springs and burned forests

-11:09pm in L.A-

The city that never sleeps, well at least the second city that does besides New York. Something is always happening. Cars blaring with loud music, young people having the time of their lives. Decisions bad and good happen. In a large almost mannor like house overlooking the city, a man has fallen asleep on his chair. We know his name now of course.
Mark.
No need for full names, the first name means more, in a more resonating way. He breifly wakes up, only to find himself falling head first off his chair. Mark doesn't bother to lift himself up, and so he stays in his fallen position. He stares in thought at a wheel of his chair, the light from his ring light dimly shining on it. His thoughts aren't on anything particular,  just a jumbled randomness of chaos in his mind. A mix of deeply buried, crushing emptness and longing. Dark thoughts are laced through his mind but he keeps them at bay by quickly thinking of positive memories ..anything positive.
His dog Chica.
This immediately helps and he smiles slightly, and musters up the strength to get up, using the chair as support. Wiping his face, he heads to the door leading to the hallway and unlocks it.

-Mark's POV-

      Opening the door I see darkness until my eyes adjust. 'I should really fix my sleep schedule..like that would happen'. Feeling the wall for the light switch I flip it on. Just before it turns on, out the corner of my I see shadows...seemingly figures. I immediately step back abit and freeze for a split second. 'It's nothing, stop being scared of every little thing.' I shake my head once and go back in the room and turn off everything. I pause after I turn off the room light. "Shit...I didn't edit my videos...damn it... I'll let the community know I'm taking a break."
I take my phone out of my pocket and tweet out that I'm taking a break. I look at the incoming comments but not really reading them, I never reply to anyone anyway. Some I do  catch as they come in. Majority of the replies are wishing me well. Or saying I deserve to take as much time as needed, that they will wait for me. 'I don't deserve so much support, so much love from them''. I have these thoughts all the time it isn't out of the norm to think that to me. Making my way down the hallway I don't really think of anything particular. Except sleep. Heading to my room I land face first onto the bed and drift off to sleep.

Thirteen days later, without word from Mark
-mark's cell goes off..once...twice...thrice...and the call is dropped. It rings again, but it's dropped....
  -Voice mail from a heavily accented tired voice..."Hey..Mark...look..I'm really worried about ya okay? Other's are aswell...please pick up."

  -Voice mail 2..a few days later....."pick up the fuckin phone, I know you hear me...if you don't answer then..I'll break down ya door. Answer!..."

  -Voice mail 3...a shaky, strained voice speaks..." ....pick up..please Mark. It's been days...months...ya know what..I'm comin to L.A wether ya like it or not. I'm not abandoning you like ya did with me and everyone else"

   
-It's midday the next day, Jack has hastily packed to leave for the airport. He is now pacing around in his recording room when he hears a soft knock on the door and turns to look-

"Are you sure you are alright Jack? Do you want me to go with you?"
Signe asks with worry. "No,no it's fine, I'll just be gone for a couple of days to check on Mark, but thank you." I smile while saying the last part and hug and kiss her forehead. Grabbing my luggage I walk out past her, but making eye contact with her, I give a reassuring smile, "Signe, I will be back, I promise".

-Several hours later, Jack is on the plane, making the mistake of looking out the window at the ocean below him-

'Oh shit....oh shit no.....no..no...why...I'm so high up...what if we crash...we would all drown in that deep..dark...water....'you shouldn't be scared, just focus on getting to Mark okay?'