Too far (A Jacksepticeye and Markiplier story)

Chapter 1

Okay, this is in Mark's perspective but it's easier to write in 3rd person. I hope you're not too confused, haha!

Mark bent down and let out a chuckle petting the beautiful Golden retrevier, whom was wagging her tail against the couch, making a light 'thumping' sound.

"Who's a good girl?! Chica, who's a good girl?!" Mark cooed at her scratching behind her ears causing the pup to push her head into Mark's hand.

Chica smiled back up at Mark, with a small bark coming out of her mouth excitedly. She heard the door open, and ran towards the blonde girl who laughed and pet Chica walking inside of the house, lightly shutting the door.

"Hey Mark, Ethan wanted me to let you know that him and Tyler would be coming over in an hour" Amy told Mark.

"Oh, okay! Thaaaank youuu" He smiled a goofy smile leaning up kissing her cheek sweetly.

"You're welcome Mark" Amy replied rolling her eyes playfully. She walked away and into the kitchen opening the fridge looking inside.

               ◇7 hours lateh◇

Ethan and Tyler had now left, after they had been live streaming with Amy and Kat. Mark was getting tired, but he was still awake and ready to Skype with his Irish best friend.

Mark yawned, stretching his arms moving his eyes over to Amy, who was on the verge of falling asleep.

"Hey Amy, I'm going to go and skype Jackaboy, see you in a few hours" He left a kiss on her forehead gently then started making his way to the doorway.

"Shouldn't you just rest, Mark?" Amy asked him curiously.

"Naaah, I'm good. You rest though, I'll lay with you later" He sent her a goofy smile and walked to his recording room where his computer(s) were.

He pulled his phone out and sent a text to Jack, letting him know he was about to Skype him.

Jackaboy: Okie, let me get my computer up :3

Mark waited patiently for a few moments, waiting for Jack to Skype him. His patience didn't last very long though, because after 5 minuets he started to get restless messaging him on Skype.

Markipleer: Jackkk where are you
                                      Sent at 7:09PM

Markipleer: JACK! Come on bud!!
                                     Sent at 7:10PM

Markipleer: Fine then, don't talk to me, I see how it is -_-
                                     Sent at 7:11PM

Markipleer: I'M BETTER OFF MYSELF ANYWAY!
                                     Sent at 7:11PM

Markipleer: I'm kidding I didn't mean that plez hurry I wanna skype
                                    Sent at 7:14PM

Mark stared at his computer until he heard the Skype sound bare threw his speakers alerting him that someone was going to Skype him.

He clicked the answer button and waited for his camera to clear up until he finally saw the Irishman.

"Hey bud!" Mark waves to Jack with a smile on his face looking at him.

"Hey Markimoo" Jack smiled back and let out a yawn covering his mouth. He looked a bit tired, but other than that he still looked pretty energetic.

"So how are you doi--" Mark was cut off by a beeping sound coming from the call.

It sounded like someone pressed record on something..

"What was that?" Mark asked the green/blued haired boy shrugging it off.

Jack probably just accidentally hit his camera and it started recording.

"What was what?" Jack raised a eyebrow to the camera, oblivious to the sound.

Mark shook his head and told him not to worry about it, not to concerned about it whatsoever.

(Okay, I'm calling Sean Jack because that's what I'm more comfortable with only because I'm used to calling him Jack. Otherwise I'll have Mark call him Sean sometimes)

Jack was scrolling threw his phone as Mark was taking a sip of his drink. Jack's eyes brightened and widened as he dropped his phone.

"HOLY BALLS!!" Jack shouted putting his hand over his mouth.

Mark nearly choked on his water, coughing to get the air back in his lungs. "What?! What happened?!"

"I just hit 16 million subscribers!!!!!" Jack let out an adorable tiny squeal.

Mark laughed and put his hands up in the air cheering for Jack.

"Awesome! That's great dude!! Congrats!" Mark congratulated him with a proud smile on his face.

That's precious..

Mark still couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching or recording them. He wanted to be happy for his friend, he really did, but he was so distracted, he couldn't really pay attention.

"--And then I'm at 16 million?! What?!" Jack was rambling on about how excited and happy he was.

"Huh? What?" Mark asked shaking the thoughts away, now focusing on Jack.

"You weren't listening that whole fucking time?! You're a douche" Jack laughed and shook his head.

"Sorry man, anyway, what's that suprise you kept talking about yesterday?" Mark asked Jack yet again.

"It wouldn't be a suprise anymore if I told you, ya silly" Jack responded and giggled lightly at Mark.

"Why won't you tell meeeeee? I call BS!!" Mark slammed his fist on the desk jokingly pretending to be angry.

"You'll find out soon, keep your pants on!" Jack laughed at the way Mark was acting.

"Oh shut your mustard" Mark rolled his eyes at Jack trying to hide the small smile creeping up onto his face.

"mustrward?" Jack tried to say but his words came out jumbled on accident, causing it to sound like a lisp.

(I do that all the time 👌)

"What?!" Mark laughed hearing what the green bean said.

"S-shut up" Jack's face went red as Mark made fun of him *playfully* mocking him.

"Whatever, Well I gotta go, it's midnight here anyways" Jack told Mark glancing at the clock hidden in the right corner of his laptop.

"Okay, talk to you soon bud" Mark replied with a gentle smile rested on his face.

And with that, they both hung up, leaving Mark with nothing but silence.

Mark really did enjoy talking to Jack, he honestly did. He was most definitely one of his best friends, and the goofball always had something to say.

Mark let a yawn escape his mouth, about to walk out of the room until his phone lit up.

He read over the message, looking at the identity of the person, then felt his body stiffen.

What? How is this possible?

....

Unknown: *Picture sent* Soon...

Somebody had sent Mark a picture of Jack and him on Skype.