Alter Ego

Chapter 5

Still 4 years later:

(Where Baby's 8, Jack's 19 and Mark's 20)

Baby's PoV:

We went out from the house. Just me and Sam. Everyone looked at me sympathetically and I scowled. I hated them seeing me like this. After my mothers and fathers downfall everyone thinks we're not as strong. If anything it's made me stronger. Nate and Matt (from Game Theory) have been going up to Earth a lot. Trying to make it big. They say when I'm old enough they'll take me up there. Maybe I'll leave soon but only time will tell.

Jack's PoV:

I waited. Trying to see over the sea of people. Then I saw a bright red floof sticking out. I walked up to it and realised it was none other than Markiplier himself.

Why didn't he tell me. Probably because he didn't know anything about YouTube. He was too 'advanced' for it. Oh well.

"Hi I'm Mark Fischbach but you can call me Mark." His smooth deep voice almost hypnotised me but I snapped out of it quickly.

"I'm Sean McLoughlin but everyone calls me Jack." I replied running a nervous hand through my green fluff that sat on my head. Damn I need a haircut.

"Shall we head back to my house. I hope you don't mind."

"No no it's fine. I wasn't expecting a five star hotel with a beach attached or anything." I said sarcastically and laughed. He did too. That laugh. So silky and smooth.

"How do you know it's not?" He winked, laughing.

"How do I know it is?" I retaliated, rolling my eyes.

"Ok you got me." He smiled at me gently. We walked out of the airport and I could tell we were gonna be amazing friends.

Mark's PoV:

I was so nervous. He seemed so kind. And loud. He had a good sense of humour. He was perfect but I'm not gay. Maybe he is but I hardly know him. I'd rather get to know him first but what happens, happens. Maybe he should get a YouTube account.

We walked to the car and we were talking about Ireland and America. It seemed like a nice place. I could see the excitement in his eyes as he looked around. He couldn't seem to wipe the smile off his face and yet he looked upset. Like something was bothering him. I didn't ask him though. It seemed to personal. He'll tell when he's ready.

"Do ya still live with ya ma?" He asked, not making eye contact.

"No, no. I moved last year. It's a nice place. You'll like it, I think?"

"Let's hope. It better not be messy!" Jack laughed.

"It shouldn't be but it is me we're talking about." I joked. I felt comfortable with him. Like he was an old friend.

- Time Skip Bitches -

Still Mark's PoV:

"Want anything to eat?" I said opening my fridge, scavenging for something to snack on.

"YES! GOT ANY COOKIES!" Jack shouted from the other room. I laughing gently.

"Probably! Let me check!"

"Hell yeah!"

I walked into the living room with a plate of cookies in my hand. He jumped up excitedly, almost knocking the plate out my hand.

"Hey hey watch it!" I warned, holding the dish just out of his reach. He slumped on the couch and folded his arms like a child.

I placed the cookies on the table in front of him.

"Go on then." He darted forward and grabbed as many cookies as he could manage.

Man, did he love cookies.