Jacksepticeye GT AU Oneshots (COMPLETE)

Hackicro

Suggested By StevenUrsch

The basement computer's light blinded your eyes. You've been staring at your screen for hours trying to get the number. Just a few more fire walls you had to break through and then you got his number. Not that hard, right?

The humming of the computer box was a noise implanted into your head. Even if you turned it off, you'd still hear it in your head.

Holding up your fingers, they were shaking on their own. It would be impossible for them to be kept still.

"Huh, that's bad." You mumbled sarcastically, taking a sip of your water.

You looked back at your computer, rubbing your eyes. You were tired, and you just wanted to pass out.

"What time is it?" You asked yourself looking over at the time the computer showed at the bottom right corner.

"Five twenty-three P.M.? What the fuck..." You sighed, looking out the glass window.

"It's dark as night outside. That doesn't make any sense. It looks like it's midnight." You yawned.

You turned back to your computer noticing that your codes had suddenly glitched. You groaned in annoyance, placing your twitching hand on your mouse to move your cursor over to the corrupt text.

You double left-clicked the text, but it wouldn't highlight it. You tried pressing your arrow keys to  delete it, but that didn't work either. What was this? A virus? 

Your eyes felt droopy suddenly. You had the urge to sleep so badly, you wanted to pass out in your chair.

"No..." You coughed.

"S-stay... awake..."

You collapsed, the last of your sight staring at your computer with an arm reaching out of it for you.

...

You woke up on a rough surface. It wasn't your bed. It wasn't your chair. It was something different. Wood, maybe?

You sat up with an aching red arm, which seemed to have clawed fingermarks on it. You couldn't remember what you did last night. The only thing you could recollect was the word "hacking," and that was just about it really.

You looked up, rubbing your eyes only to find a keyboard sat right in front of you, except it was huge! You were just barely the equivalent height to the width of one of the letter keys.

Why was everything so massive all of a sudden? Better yet- where even were you? 

You looked around, studying your environment. In front of you was a set of monitors, which were turned off. A large wired mic loomed above you as well, with black panels surrounding the walls of the room. What got to you most although, was the chair.

That green chair.

You recognized it all to well.

Everything began to fit together. The place you were in that was a complete stranger to you at first was now a place you knew as well as an answer to a math problem on the back of your hand.

It was Jacksepticeye's recording room. And you were standing on his desk, smaller than even the size of half of someone's thumb.

M-maybe he's not here... Maybe he's out vlogging right now in Brighton, just enough time for me to get out of here...

You remembered way back when Jack had said in a video he was uncomfortable with fans going to his house. But you hadn't even intended to come here. You literally passed out at your desk and woke up on his suddenly short. Would he really believe you? Corrupted thoughts plagued your mind like a tumor.