Panic Attack ~ JackSepticEye X Reader

III

kinda mad rn but nobody needs or wants to hear problems that they wont care about so

'JackSepticEye has followed you.' I smiled when I read the notification.

I opened Twitter as Jack messaged me.

"Heyy!"

"Hey"

"Do you have a Skype? I'm bored and Mark and I are chillin."

"Uhh yeah, same as my username on here. Call me when you find my profile.."

I waited, twiddling my fingers. I picked up my phone when I heard the Skype ringtone, answering it as his face popped up on the screen.

"Hey!"

I smiled.

"Hey, Jack!"

"WASSUP PERSON?"

I heard Mark yell in the background, causing me to laugh.

"What are you guys doing?" I asked, looking at Jack.

"Breathing air. How about you?"

"Well, I'm busy being happy that Mark edited the bulge out on one of his Instagram photos." I rolled my eyes, chuckling.

"Heyy! It's pretty hot though." Mark pouted.

"Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out and chat."

"Yeah, sure! Where do ya wanna meet?" I cocked my head.

"At the coffee shop on Brisbane in 5?"

I took a moment to think, then looked back at Jack and smiled.

"Yeah, can you pick me up though? It's kinda far from me. My apartment and room is (insert apartment and room number here)."

Jack nodded, putting up a peace sign as the call ended.

I got ready, about 10 minutes passed and Jack hadn't arrived.

I walked outside, deciding to try and walk to the shop.

As I was walking, I caught something out of the corner of my eye.

I looked to my right where a narrow alley was located, seeing a small, fairly skinny boy being beaten up.

I started speed-walking towards the scene, speaking up quietly.

Nobody noticed me, so I spoke louder.

Still nothing.

"Hey, stop!" I eventually yelled, the three guys who were beating the smaller one up, turning to me.

One of the older looking ones had a smirk plastered on his face, slowly stepping towards me as the alley went silent.

He looked me up and down once, getting his face close to my left ear.

"You don't look like the one to save lives, princess." He purred in my ear.

I shivered, trying to push him away with one hand.

He grabbed the hand I tried pushing him away with, enlacing both of our fingers. He used to free hand to grab my ass, causing me to yelp.

He turned his head, looking at the small boy.

"You have ten seconds to leave, faggot. This pretty young lady will be more fun than you."

He scurried to his feet in the bad state he was in, rushing out of the alley and taking a left.

The man slid both of his hands up and down my thighs as I was unable to try and get away.

He pushed me to the ground, circling me slowly.

I groaned, feeling my phone missing from my back pocket.

I saw the boy come back, my phone in his hand.

The screen was pointed so that all four of us could see, the number 911 dialed on the phone.

"Leave, or I'll call the cops and you all will be arrested."

The man who was practically harrassing me before slouched his shoulders, sighing and pouting.

"Ugh, faggot, trying to protect a stranger."

The man groaned, getting the two other guys and dashing away, pulling their black hoodies over their head.

I looked at him, my eyes watering.

"T-Thank y-you.." I breathed.

He gave me a nod followed by a weak smile.

I examined him, his curls falling over most of his face.

He had brown eyes and dark brown hair, dimples showing when he smiled.

"The name's Dan, by the way."