Possession {Book one in the Possession Series}

4

"Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier. Welcome to-"
"Oh fook."
"Now what did you do?" Jack burst out laughing.
"I dropped my phone," he said between laughs.
"Okay we're keeping this one this is like the eighth time we've tried this," Mark said, adding his deep laugh to the mix.
"We're playing Rocket League, aren't we, Mark?" The way Jack said Mark sounded like 'Merk' sometimes, but that was fine,
"Yep," he said. The timer on the screen counted down from 3 in blocky orange numbers,
3.
2.
1.
Mark frantically pressed the W key on his keyboard to move forward, running over boosters with his blue colored truck. He missed the ball by just a bit, and watched as an orange team member knocked the ball over his truck.
"Nice miss, Mark."
"Shut up," he said, turning his truck to face the ball, the sides glowing blue from it being on his side. He drove toward it and lightly hit the side with the edge of his truck before Jack came along and slammed into him, BooperDooper written in small text above the car.
"Sorry," Jack laughed. His audio cut off. Mark hit the stop button on his recording.
"You still there Jack?" A groan sounded from the other side.
"Y-yeah. Just..not feeling as good now," Jack said through clenched teeth as he held his stomach.
"We can stop if you want?" Mark said, concerned.
"That would be nice, yeah. Sorry about this, man," Jack sighed.
"It's fine, Seán. If this video doesn't get out immediately it'll be okay," Mark reassured him. "Take a few days of rest, dude. I'm not sure what you caught, but it sounds like it's beating you up."
"Beating' me is right," Jack said. "I've got a pounding headache..and probably a fever."
"Let Signe take care of you, Seán. We can try again later."
"Yeah. Sorry again, man," Jack apologized.
"Don't be sorry dude, I understand. I'll see you later," Mark said, reaching over to his mouse to end the call.
"Yeah."