Jacksepticeye Imagines

Recluse

Make-up chapter #1.

So, this story has a twist...... Jack doesn't do YouTube and is rather a stay-inside homebody who doesn't like the taste of sunlight on his skin.....

Plus, I kinda wanted to experiment with some different styles.

PS: From now on, I'm gonna try to make my own media art, for sake of copyright.... unless the story itself was inspired by an image, then I'll put said image in the media box.

I can't remember a time when I wasn't a hermit.

I think it all started at school one day, when one of my friends, Mark I think his name was, was teasing me about being so loud and then a mean group of kids joined in and everything went to shit. I started to cry and then the main guy of the mean group said, "Louder, we can't hear you!"

I remember running to the bathroom and sitting on a toilet crying until Mark came and found me. He said he couldn't express how sorry he was, but I told him it didn't matter. He asked what I meant, and for the rest of my high school career, I became one of the quietest kids there.

On one of the last days of school, my teacher in AP Psychology was waiting for an answer to a question. When I had him for another class in freshman year, before what happened happened, I was always the one to shout out the answer.

He called on me and asked for the answer. I shrugged. He asked if I was okay, because I was so quiet. I nodded. Then he went on to choose another student for the answer. I zoned out for the rest of that week, and then I graduated.

And ya know what I did after graduation?

I went straight home and played games on my computer. I didn't turn on my mike, nor my camera. I just sat there and played. I was the best player on their team, too, I just wasn't very vocal.

Suddenly, as I'm laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, I hear a loud knock on my apartment door.

I sigh, dragging myself out of my bedroom, and to the front door. I look through the peephole and see none other than Mark, Bob, and Wade waiting for me on the other side.

I sigh again, alerting them to my presence.

"Sean?" Mark calls. I wince when he uses my real name.

"Are you there? We just wanted to visit," Bob intercedes. I only hear Wade cough.

I lay my head against the heavy door and quietly ask, "Why are you here."

"Is it wrong to hang out with friends?" Bob asks, confusedly.

"In this case, yes," I calmly reply.

"C'mon, Sean," Mark pleads, "You've stayed cooped up for too long...."

I hear the scraping of metal and then a click.

My own front door opens and pushes me against the wall.

"Sean?" Mark asks as he walks into my entryway. I silence myself and hide in the darkness between the door and the wall.

"He was just here a minute ago," Bob remarks.

Mark looks behind the door and sees my soft blue eyes glowing among the dark.

"There you are." Damn.

He grabs my hand and pulls me out of my hidey hole. I try to retrieve my hand, but his grip is too tight.

We all gather in my living room and he sits me down on my four-seated couch. I move to the chair across from Mark and stare at the three weirdos sitting on my furniture, waiting for me to say something.

"How did you get a key to my apartment," I finally ask Mark to which he chuckles.

"Did I say something funny," I state as I barely hold back the sass that begs to escape my lips.

Mark shakes his head, unfazed, "No, I got the spare key from your ma. I asked if I could borrow it to come check on you."

"Why would you want to come check on me," I respond.

Bob speaks up this time, "Sean, no one's heard from you in quite a while. We just wanted to make sure you're alright."

I look to Wade, who is completely silent among the current conversation.

"And why are you here, Wade," I gesture with my elbow.

He speaks as nervously as I feel, "I'm just along for the ride." Eh, Wade and I never were very close, anyway.

"So," Mark speaks up again and I return my sleepy gaze to his milky brown eyes, "Are you alright?" It's a very loaded question, if you truly think about it. 

Am I alright? There's many answers. I could lie and say, "Yes, I'm fine," or I could tell the truth and spill everything that's been dying to get out for months.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I say the lie clear as day. Mark stares into my eyes, unsure how to react until he shakes his head, "Nope. I can tell."

He leans forward, "You don't have to lie to us, Sean." He lays his hand on mine, and I instinctively flinch, "We're your friends. You can tell us anything."

"Yeah, we'll always be here for you," Bob confirms. 

"Well, I'm not sure that I'm - " Wade is interrupted by Mark with a stern, "Shut up, Wade."

Wade's eyes reveal hurt and it reminds me of the hurt that I felt that one day long ago.....

I decide to spill everything. I tell Mark and Bob about my overdue bills, all my loneliness, and especially how the day what happened happened has been affecting me ever since.

 At the end of speaking, tears rush to my eyes and I don't dare hole them back. They roll down my cheeks and Mark's eyes fill with tears too. Bob stares at me with sympathy.

Mark gets to his knees beside me.

"Jack," he wipes my tears with his sleeve, "Thank you for telling us, for telling me. I'm glad I could pull you out of your depression."

His words hit me like a bombshell. I really was depressed, wasn't I?

A whole ocean of tears escapes and I cry into Mark's shoulder as I feel his uncried tears drop onto my shoulder.

I secretly hear Bob whisper, "Aww."

Once I've run out of words to say and tears to cry, I lean back and Mark looks happier than I've ever seen him in my life.

My gaze hovers over the three of my friends, "D-Do you want to play some video games?"

"Hell yes," Mark smiles and Bob nods while Wade looks satisfactory.

We all go to my gaming room and play Call of Duty for hours. 

It's the happiest I've felt in a long time. 

*happy ending music plays as screen fades out*

This one was really hard to write, especially because it came from my own life experience and I kinda cried near the end of what I was writing.

I will make a part two of this and also a part two of the previous chapter too (the one about Jack and his girl video chatting and then deciding to see each other in a week). Yeah, so expect two extra chapters for those.

Lia Faye