YouTuber OneShots

A Severe Case of The Giggles

"Wait, No, James... Keep talking to me. Please, I don't want to lose you too." You shout at your phone, making the boy on the other end flinch. You were scared and James was the only friend you still had that hadn't been infected. You were desperate to keep him safe.

He laughed shakily at you and continued to talk. He'd planned on hanging up but when he heard the crack in your voice, he changed his mind. "Y/N, I'm fine. I promise. Do you want me to come and see you? You said you lived in Boston? That's not far from where I am. Half an hour, maybe."

"I'm not sure." You mumble over the line, looking out the window to your apartment. What if he had it? What if he was lying to you? Luring you into a trap? You were one of the few people that weren't infected with The Giggles. Yes, it sounded ridiculous, and you knew it but it wasn't so funny for the people infected.

First, it was an itchy eye. Next, you'd hardly be able to go near anything electrical without it glitching or sparking. Eventually, you'd be unable to control yourself. Every once in a while you'll find yourself giggling for no reason. You belonged to him. The shrill-voiced, malicious Irishman with a taste for control. They called him Antisepticeye. Anti for short.

His right-hand man, Dr. Henrik Von Schneeplestein was the known creator of the Giggle Virus. Anyone who knew anything about the Jacksepticeye community knew that he wasn't doing it willingly. He had a family. He had morals. He was being influenced and manipulated.

Still, Y/N had no idea what was going on right now. She'd stopped watching the channel at the start of the outbreak. Not only was it an aerial virus, but also a digital virus. It would fry your computer first and then attack you, leeching off your strength. It was a much more painful way of contracting The Giggles.

"Y/N? Y/N, are you there?" James broke her out of her trance.

"Huh? Yeah... Come over, please. Be careful, though. I'll give you my address real quick, Hang on." You had to double check your apartment number, having just recently moved in. Just outside on the landing was a victim of the virus.

Their head snapped up when she peered out of her door at the number. It was a girl, not much older than her by the looks of it. Her blonde hair looked untouched, hanging like curtains around her expressionless face. Her right eye was a septic green, contrasting the rest of her zombie-like body.

She began laughing shrilly and chanted: "You can't run... Anti is coming... he's coming for you..."

With a shiver, you slammed and locked your door with the deadbolt. James made a comment about her voice from what he'd overheard. You brushed it off and told him your address. You were trusting that he wasn't infected.

"Be safe. I'll see you soon." You said quietly, sliding to the floor with your back against the door.

"I will. Don't let Miss Giggles out there bother you. Frickin' Walking Dead outside my place, Jesus Christ." James exhaled through the phone. "I'll see you when I see you."

CLICK. You set your phone down on the floor beside you and put your head in your hands. The chances that James would arrive here safely were extremely low. Still, you were lonely and hadn't seen an uninfected person since your friend Becca was lost to it.

You woke with a start, hearing the doorbell loudly in your ears. In the time it took for James to arrive, you'd already dozed off. You jumped up with a start and looked through the peephole. A boy with sandy hair and blue eyes waved up at the peephole. He grinned from ear to ear, his glasses falling down his nose. You found yourself smiling back. It was good to see your old friend. The last time you saw him was at PAX East last year.

You undid the deadbolt and opened the door to let him in. He welcomed you with a bear hug, squeezing the breath out of you. You gasped, patting his back so you could get a breath. He laughed and released you, readjusting his glasses on his face. You led him into your living room where the news played on the tv 24/7. You always wanted updates on the spread of the virus since you couldn't go out much and you couldn't check the channel.

You flopped down on the couch, followed by James shortly after. You talked for a bit, catching up and discussing the Virus. After a while, you both simply turned to watching Netflix. James was constantly distracted by the sounds outside of your apartment. He was very jumpy. You seemed completely unphased by everything compared to his reactions to even the smallest sounds.

James sneezed. The lights in the entire apartment flickered and the TV glitched, sending rows of static through it. You jumped away from him, horrified. He was infected. He'd been infected the entire time he was over. You grabbed a pillow from the other side of the couch and covered your nose and mouth. Tears welled in your eyes as you watched James sneeze once again, terrified.

This time the TV went completely static. A high pitched laugh cracked over the speakers and a familiar face came on the screen. Anti grinned at you from the TV. At you. He was staring directly at you from where you stood in the corner of the room. "So you're the last survivor? Fascinating. How did you manage? Jack must not have meant much to you since you avoided this so easily."

"Leave. Me. Alone." You mumbled from behind your pillow.

"Relax, Y/N. I'm not going to hurt you. The virus doesn't hurt. It brings laughter and companionship." Anti explains.

You shivered, knowing that he was lying to you. He was trying to convince you to join him. You couldn't. "Don't lie to me. I know what it does to people."

"Fine. I'll release your friend..." Anti gestured to James who sat with his head in his hands, shaking. "If you do something for me."

"What do you want me to do?" You mumbled.

"Nope. Doesn't work that way. Agree and I free your friend."

"Deal." You lower the pillow and speak bravely.

James inhaled sharply, his eyes snapping shut. He looked pained. You were hesitant to go to his side and instead looked to Anti who was watching James' recovery. Not more than a minute later, You're enveloped in a tearful hug as James thanks you repeatedly for saving his life.

Anti calls your attention and James forces himself to break away from you. Hesitantly, you lift your head to face him. "We'll be in touch, Y/N." And with that, your TV went back to displaying the news. Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You didn't want to look at it. You did anyways. The text on the lock screen read:

Unknown Number

If you want to survive the virus, meet me here.