(Finished) Saying Excuses jacksepticeye x reader. SEQUAL TOO DRESSED IN FEAR

Extra Chapter and What Happened After

'Good morning honey!' Y/N spoke as she opened the door to his bedroom. The lights were off so it would look like the Irishman was sleeping, but he wasn't. He couldn't sleep anymore, as the nightmares kept him awake.

'Good morning cookie,' he said with his morning voice. His hair was now back to its normal brown and the sheets of his bed revealed him with his boxers and his sleeping shirt, covered in sweat and tears.

'Did you sleep well?' she asked as she glanced at the sheets on the floor, together with the pillow. He groaned as he was finally close to getting some sleep and she just had to wake him. But he didn't care; he loved her no matter what.

'I always sleep well.'
Haven't slept in days

The voice, it was always there, no matter what. But he didn't mind anymore, as Jack had grown quit fond of the voice, as he had realized it never lied nor did it say anything that could cause Jack distress.

'Would you like some breakfast?' Y/N asked, stepping into the bedroom. She revealed herself into some jeans and a shirt, simple but classy. Her eyes shone through the dark and she switched on the light.

'Yes I'm starving.'
You haven't eaten in days, Sean.

The voice gave him tips, said something that was clear for everyone except him. And Jack was thankful for it, in some extend. He sometimes had a discussion with it or even asked for help. And when he did, everything went perfectly fine.

'Would you get dressed? We have a visitor,' his beautiful girlfriend told him. He liked visitors sometimes, and other times he didn't. Today was one of those days that he just wanted to curl into his bed like a ball and sleep.

'Sure, but consider the fact that I'm a slow dresser,' he said with a smile, hoping to make himself appear happy. But this facade wasn't going to last forever and they both knew that one day Jack was going to explode. They just had to wait when.

'I will,' she told him with a chuckle before she closed the doors. Jack stood up, stretched his back and stared into the tiny little mirror in front of him, seeing his own, tired reflection looking back at him.

He knew who the visitor could be. They have lived with Roane for a long time now and every week, sometimes even more times a week Ben would show up to crash at their place and join them at breakfast. He was a sweet guy and he got along with everyone, except Jack.

Not because he wasn't nice, or because Jack wasn't being kind, but Jack almost never showed up for breakfast, and when he did he was mostly silent. He didn't speak as much as he used to do, but he was trying to get better. He had to, for Y/N.

'Do you think Ben has come for a visit again?' he asked the mirror, knowing that he would get an answer. His voice, it always answered inside your head. He could communicate with him, and he didn't mind his presence at all.
Why are you asking me?

His answer was clear; there wasn't a shred of doubt in the words. Both of them weren't exactly used to each other but they were fond of one another. They were like friends, only then no one could see him.

'Because you're always right,' he responded. It was true, at least for him. The voice would constantly give him advice, based on facts about to happen. Jack didn't know how he did it, but he was glad that voice of him did.
Sean, listen to me. There is no visitor

It echoed inside his head, making Jack look confused. If there wasn't anyone downstairs, waiting for Roane's pancakes and Rori's homemade cereal, then why did Y/N tell him there was? It didn't make any sense for his girlfriend to convince him from a visitor that didn't even exist.

'What do you mean? Why did she-'
you needed a reason to get out of bed in the morning

That hit him hard. As if a train went straight through his chest, or as if a bullet was shit through his head, like a knife penetrating his heart and stopping it forever. It hit him as hard as the realisation that people lied to him so he would come out of bed and do something.

'No, you're lying!'
You just said it yourself. I'm always right

He screamed, feeling how tears went down his cheeks. He punched the mirror with his own reflection, not wanting to live another day with his own eyes staring at him in sorrow. He felt how the blood ran down his knuckles and landed on the floor.

He didn't want to make a mess out of the room he was allowed to stay in, so he took the blankets and made sure to blood landed on the black sheets. Black. He didn't really care how he was dressed, or how the room was, but these days every colour seemed darker and he noticed how he started wearing more black.

'People make mistakes.'
I'm not a person

That was true; the voice didn't live, nor did it breathe. It was some sort of voice Jack wanted to hear, a voice to help him get through the mess that was now his life. It was himself, only then in his head. Everything Jack wanted to hear, the voice spoke.

'I believe you. But still, I-I don't get why she w-would lie.'
You have been in this room for days

Jack had finally calmed down and was holding the sheets on his hand, trying to make sure the blood would go away, that it would stop showing itself to the world. But it couldn't. It was being pushed out of his body and there was no going back for the crimson red.

What it said was another fact. Jack didn't come out of his room as much as he wanted to. But he was getting used to his bed, and to the beautiful sight he had from his window. He had his phone, on which he only received calls. He was able to stay here as Y/N always brought his food upstairs and would keep sitting at the other end of the door until Jack had told her he finished eating, which he never did.

'I-I need my privacy.'
You haven't come out of this house in weeks

He tried to win this discussion with himself. He hadn't come outside or anything. In the beginning he was able to be found walking to the hospital, where Mark and Y/N were, and of course his friend Roane. But then he stopped visiting, and he stopped going outside, unless if he had to go to the psychiatrist.

'That's no problem is it?'
You know just as well as I do, that it IS a problem

He lost the fight with his voice; he held the white flag to show that he had given up battling for something not worth battling for. He sighed, before he went to his drawer and picked an outfit not completely black.

You're going outside. You're going to stay here for breakfast and you're going to visit Ben, because it is his birthday, and you'll be happy. I promise, Sean. I'll be gone.

All the poor Irishman could do was obeying him. And he did. He had one of the best days of his life, and he had so much fun. And slowly but surely the voice went away, together with the nightmares. Jack was happy again, could laugh and smile. He ate at the same table as everyone else. On Sunday he would make pancakes and on Saturday he would visit his godchild, which was too young to realize how he had his time of sadness as everyone named it.

When Jack felt he was ready for it, he asked Y/N to marry him. She said yes and their wedding was just beautiful. Mark and F/N married soon after. Jack stopped being a YouTuber to make videogames and build computes and everything as a living. Roane and Rori stayed living in the same house and after a year, maybe two, the family McLoughlin moved out into a house in LA. But every Friday they visited the hospital with cakes and cookies for the sick, and with a big muffin for Roane and Rori, who dropped off Addison.

They all were happy, nothing was wrong anymore. Their lives had been changed and they were living it to the fullest. And they enjoyed every second of it, every waking hour. They had been through a lot, and now their future seemed spotless.