Jacksepticeye Imagines

Assignment

Word Count: 740

(A month without uploading, she comes back with a tag that no one even tagged her in-)

You stepped outside into the cool January air. Casually waking down the pavement, you counted the steps between streetlights. Their light brought warmth to the cool tones of the evening. You stopped in front of the two-storey house. Your heartbeat was loud in your head and your feet were glued in place as you glanced at the window that light was peeking out of. You could only pick up your feet to turn around and cross the street.

There, you sat on an old, green bench. Your heart raced with the image of the man you were assigned to kill.

You were 24 years old at the time and had somehow avoided assignments by being an essential helping hand back home. You'd only had to kill one person before, and he was a convicted rapist, so you didn't feel very guilty. But this guy... there was no way you could do this. Your phone buzzed.

"Hello?"

"(Y/N), have you completed your mission?"

"I just arrived at the location," you informed her.

"Alright. Don't doddle." She hung up.

You stood up and slowly crossed the asphalt again. With another look in the window, you noticed that the man was not in the room anymore. Walking around the house, you  absentmindedly admired the flowers that bordered the siding. You spotted the back door and crept up to it. The door was locked, as you expected. You looked up at the balcony, your eyes then drifting to the tree beside you.

You climbed up the sturdy tree until you got high enough, then scooted yourself along one branch while holding onto another. Once above the balcony, you looked at the glass door. Through the flowing curtain you could see that the room was empty. As quietly as you could, you slid off the branch to make the eight foot fall a two foot fall.

The glass door was unlocked. You stepped lightly into the dark room, pulling gloves out of your pockets. You made your way to the stairs and went down painfully slowly, sticking close to the side. The man was in the kitchen; you could smell dinner being made. When you were close enough to see him, he was frying chicken and wiggling to a song playing on his phone. Your grip tighted around the knife in your jacket pocket.

I can't do this. But I have to. They'll kick me out. I can't I can't I can't.

Tears started forming in your eyes and you backed away. You went all the way back to the balcony and hoisted yourself onto the slightly flexable branch. You scooted to the base as fast as possible and leaned against the bark. After shimmying down the tree, you took the walk of shame home.

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"What do you mean you couldn't do it?!"

You winced. "I just... couldn't. What did he do, mom? Why do I have to kill him?!"

Rain pelted the shingles on the roof. "That's none of your concern-"

"Bullshit! Why won't you tell me? Has he done nothing wrong other than by your standard?" You were almost yelling at the top of your lungs.

"Young lady, if you have a problem with how I run things, you can leave right this instant."

You slammed the knife on the table. With a shaky but confident voice, you told her to go fuck herself and promptly left.

You walked aimlessly, yet found yourself back at the man's house. You breathed in and approached the door. After knocking, he opened it and greeted you with a sweet but confused smile.

"Hi, I um, can I use your toilet?" you improvised. He looked hesitant. "I just- I don't have anywhere to go and it's dark out," you panicked, trying to earn some sympathy.

He nodded slowly and let you in, showing you where the bathroom was. You went in and basically stood there for a minute or two before going back out.

"Thank you for- ohhh that smells good," you sighed, and smile on your lips.

"You must be hungry, do you want some?"

"Oh, that's so nice of you. I'd be glad to, if you don't mind."

(A/N) kinda short sorry I got bored of this prompt and I'm really paranoid right now like I feel like someone is watching me. Different part probably going up soon.