Jacksepticeye GT AU Oneshots (COMPLETE)

Potato Hatch

Requested By CatParker0

Just don't let them hear you Jack.

You'll be fine.

Just take one simple potato and get out of there.

You'll be done in no-time.

Easy peasy, right?

Right.

*ʳᵉᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜᵉ*

Jack walked through the tall barrier fence and through the barbwire like a knife slicing through a stick of butter. Before he knew it, he was greeted by a beautiful, chlorophyll green saturated patch engulfed in round smoothe tan potatoes. To humans, they wouldn't think much of it. To Jack on the other hand, this was a physical-living Paradise.

"Sweet Jesus..." Jack said in astonishment.

He began sprinting his way throughout the patch, admiring each and every one  single potato that caught his eye. Every little potato in the patch was as bright and noticably glorious as the sun, except you could actually look at it with your own eyes.

Jack simply couldn't choose which potato he wanted. It was as if each potato in the patch was a perfectly copied replication of the first ever fresh-rooted potato grown on Earth itself. Jack's mouth watered at the thought of what it would've tasted like.

He didn't have very much left time to choose which potato he wanted to take back. It was at the dawn of sunset, and the owner of the patch would be out to pick potatoes again soon.

If they came out whilst Jack was still present in the patch, he might as well start digging his own grave and bury himself right then and there instead of getting caught, and having to face the dreadful consequences that floated throughout the back of his mind almost endlessly.

The windspeed started to pick up slightly, throwing Jack off balance for a second. Then again, and again, and again, till-

*plop!*

Jack was forcefully thrown down onto the dark brown soil completely.

"Son of a bitch!" He shouted at himself.

Jack quickly stood up once again, regaining his balance. He took notice of the sky, which was beginning to turn a dark grey colour.

"Fuck..." He mumbled.

"I need to hurry."

Now ignoring how similar they all were, Jack ran to the nearest potato by him, and tore it off it's stem. He quickly began rolling it down the soil, and towards the fence. But as the more closer Jack got to the fence, the more further away it felt.

"Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit-shit-" He cursed to himself as rain droplets began falling from the sky and splashing onto the ground.

The soil below Jack only became more and more muggy and slippery by the minutes passing by. His hands kept losing their grip on the rolling potato like it was covered in a wet sheet of ice.

It was already on the verge of becoming completely pitch black in Jack's line of sight it was so dark out. The potato he was rolling had slipped its grip on his hands and rolled away. Jack wasn't even sure if he was heading the right direction anymore. Splashing raindrops roared like cannons everywhere, making Jack's eardrums ring like fire alarms.

Jack was suddenly hit on his back by a large oncoming raindrop, forcing him to collapse to the muddy-soaked ground. He didn't have the strength to call for help or even move anymore. He gave up. He wanted it all to end. He couldn't take it. His body ached everywhere.