Be Just Like Us (Book Two of Five Nights at Markiplier's)

Hope

"Dark's in Ireland with Jack." Mark informed the others once he ended the call, sticking his phone back into his pocket.

"What do we do then?" Youngiplier frowned thoughtfully.

"I told Jack to melt him, but I'm not sure if he'll listen." Mark sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Are we gonna go to Ireland?" Matthias asked excitedly.

"I need someone to stay with the animatronics since Ethan and Tyler will have to cover for me while I'm gone." Mark stated.

"I don't mind staying." Nate volunteered, exchanging glances with Wilford.

"Great, Matt and I will go and take care of Dark before he gets to Jack." Mark clapped his hands together.

"Wouldn't it seem weird if we just came for Dark?" Matthias interjected.

"We'll say we're visiting him for his birthday as a surprise." Mark decided, whipping his phone back out to buy the tickets. He only hoped he wouldn't be too late.

Meanwhile, Jack was in his room recording more videos when he heard a knock on the door.

"Signe, I'm recording!" Jack shouted over his shoulder, reminding himself to tell Robin to edit that part out later. Only the knocking didn't stop. If anything, it just got louder.

"Alright alright, I'm coming." Jack grumbled as he rolled away from his desk and opened the door.

"Hello?" Jack unlocked the door and poked his head out. There was a disc lying in front of the door. Curious to see what it was, Jack picked it up and popped it into his computer. The screen turned black before it started playing.

The room was all black, the animatronics from Mark's restaurant lined up side by side as Mark entered the room with Ethan and Tyler. Jack could faintly hear Ethan saying something as he examined Wilford, not seeming to notice his neon pink eyes open and glare at him. Jack gasped as a gun seemed to appear out of nowhere into Wilford's hand and aim at Ethan. Mark pushed Ethan out of the way as Wilford pulled the trigger, but the bullet still grazed his shoulder. The other animatronics activated as well, and Jack could only watch in horror as one of the other animatronics he didn't recognize threw knives at Mark, Ethan, and Tyler as they ran out of the room and slammed the door shut, the knives embedding in the wood before the screen turned dark again.

Stunned, Jack rewatched the clip to make sure he didn't miss anything, still unable to believe what he was seeing.

"Hey babe, you done recording?" Signe peeked into the room. Flustered, Jack stopped the video, cursing himself for not locking the door again after he grabbed the disc.

"I'm almost done, just need to decide what else to record." Jack lied, cringing inwardly. He despised lying, especially to Signe, but he couldn't tell her the truth. At least not yet.

"Oh, okay, let me know when you're done so we can watch Netflix or something." She smiled, seeming to believe him as she closed the door as she left.

Jack let out a sigh of relief and rubbed his face with his hands, wondering what he was supposed to do. If he told the cops, they would think he's crazy or they wouldn't believe him. However if he didn't do anything to help Mark...

He didn't even want to think about the consequences.

"I have to take the chance." Jack muttered to himself, taking the disc and shoving it into his pocket. He poked his head out of the door and was glad to see Signe asleep on the couch, her phone lying on her chest. He wrote a quick note explaining that he was picking up groceries, grabbing the list to make the lie more believable before getting into his car and driving to the police station.

"So, there are these animatronics in LA that are trying to kill a friend of yours. How is this Ireland's problem?" The cop at the front desk clasped his hands together, scrutinizing Jack.

"His life is in danger, you have to do something!" Jack threw his hands up in the air in exasperation.

"Look, we'll send the evidence to LA, they can do whatever they deem necessary with it." The cop said in attempts to quiet Jack down.

"Fine." Jack huffed in irritation, watching the officer disappear in the back with the disc. Instead of waiting for him to come back, he decided to go ahead and leave, feeling irritated with being unable to help much and worried about Mark and his friends. He only hoped he wouldn't be too late.