Jacksepticeye x Reader

Performance Disaster

That Night After the Flight~
Your Point of View~

    I was walking around the streets of New York completely lost. Jack was spamming my phone and Ethan and Tyler had tried to call me while I was on my flight. My phone suddenly lit up to see Brendon calling.

    "Yo." I said rather loud trying to hear over the people passing us.

    "Where are you?" He asks and I turn into a dark alley so I can hear better and look around, "I have no damn clue." I say and jump when I see a drunk guy right across from me. I walk across the road away from him and look around at all the lights.

    "Stay right there, I see you." He says before hanging up and I look around the big city, clueless as of how he sees me.

    Right after that, a car pulled up and the window rolled down to see the man himself, Brendon Urie. He nodded, and I ran to the passanger seat and got in. My eyes widen as I looked at him as he drove off. I never thought the day would come when I would go on tour. Or meet one of my idols. Or especially be preforming at Time Square right before the ball drops for a new year.

    "Just a note, don't go down dark alleyways and don't wonder these streets alone. I do not think Jack would appreciate if you got murdered because of me." Brendon jokes and I laugh, taking out my camera and starting the vlog again, "Hello lovelies, I am back and survived the long, anxiety filled plane ride and look who I finally met!" I cheer turning the camera at Brendon who was driving and singing one of his songs.

    I start laughing as I turn off the camera when Brendon pulls into the hotel he must be staying in.

Time skip to the Next Day~
Your Point of View~

    I wake up on a hotel bed, groaning as I sit up. My laptop was opened and facing me with Skype still opened. Jack was still asleep. He actually did stay on Skype with me all night. I smile, sitting up quietly as I hear the shower in this apartment room turn off. Brendon must've just got done. His suitcase had clothes lying out everywhere on his bed which was across from mine.

    "Jack." I cooed down at the laptop trying to wake him up. It was like three in the afternoon here. Did we really sleep that long?

    "Jack." I said a little more loud since I did need to get ready because I'm sure it would be hard getting through traffic. Brendon soon came out in an outfit I'd seen him preform in before. It was a gold jacket, white shirt, and black pants.

    "(Y/N)?" Jack asked through the laptop since he must be up now. I turn back and face him, giving him a smile.

    "I'm going to let you get ready now. Text me when you're not too busy and I'll br watching you on television. Rock that stage babe." He says and I blush hanging up.

     "You should get ready." We need to leave soon, practice together for the first time, get microphoned up, and everything." Brendon explains and I nod going to the bathroom for a shower.

Time skip to Preforming Time~

    I walked back and forth back stage and shook my wrists, nervous.

    It's okay (Y/N). You can do it.

    "You ready? We're on after this group finished with this song." Brendon said going to the curtain he would run in by and I nod.

    I currently have on a black skirt that goes to the middle of my thigh, a black crop top with a dream catcher on it and a pair of combat boots that complimented the outfit. My hair was in not too tight but not too loose curls. It was flowing with the semi heavy wind, but stayed out of my face because of a sound barrier type thing in one of my ears, so that I can hear myself. Along with a microphone in the other. There was also a final microphone hooked on my crop top.

    A moment later someone called for Panic at the Disco to the stage and Brendon went on stage and I waited.

    "I brought a special guest out here with me and I am so damn happy to get the opportunity to preform with (YouTube Name) or (F/N) (L/N) in case some of you don't know her!" he exclaims and that's my cue. I run onto the stage and people start cheering.

    There's so many people and cameras...

    It's okay, I can do this.

    "Hi lovelies!" I say in my microphone waving to the audience.

    We soon preform the songs, 'Victorious, Death of the Bachelor, and I Write Sins Not Tragedies' and Brendon and I go to the front of the stage talking to the audience since we had an extra minute.

    "It was so amazing preforming here!" I say breathing heavy.

    "We're all glad you could m-" Brendon stops when I suddenly have my ankle grabbed and I'm yanked off the stage.

Jacks Point of View~

    My eyes widen as we all stare at the television.

    Someone had pulled (Y/N) off stage and you can see people stepping on her body.

    "Get off of me!" You can hear her scream beneath them. Her microphone is still on that's why.

    "(Y/N)!" I yell and Mark am Felix look horrified too. You can see security guys coming quickly and pulling people back as one of them along with Brendon Urie, run out of sight with her body. She was unconscious.

    I start breathing heavily as I turn to face the guys scared.

    Then the phone starts ringing.

    Mark quickly picks it up shaking and turns I on speaker.

    "Shit Mark. Ethan and I are taking a plane to see (Y/N)! We'll check on her, don't cancel anything... We'll be on our way to your tour bus first." Tyler says frantically before hanging up. He saw it on television too. On Tyler's side of the phone you could hear Chica barking and Ethan and him scattering, probably to grab things.

    I sit on the couch, shaking as I hug my knees and cry, unable to stay strong.

    "She'll be okay..." Felix said sounding upset as well.

    Our phones started blowing up, asking of (Y/N) is okay by fans and a bunch of scared tweets. We all ignore them.

    I continue crying silently, horrified.