Markiplier/Jacksepticeye (And Egos) Short Stories

Freedom

"Jack...worried....shouldn't....here..."

The Irish YouTuber groaned softly as he came to, blearily opening his eyes to find himself lying on a simple black bed in a dark room.

"What the hell? Where am I?" Jack blurted as he sat up, looking around him to see a familiar silhouette standing at the end of the bed.

"You're in the Mindscape, and more specifically, you're in my room." Anti explained casually as he waltzed closer.

"Wait, Mindscape?" Jack repeated with a frown as he instinctively scooted back in the bed away from Anti.

"It's what I call the place that's in your head where us egos live. Your body isn't exactly here, but your conscience is." Anti added.

"Does that mean I'm back in my body now?" Jack asked hopefully.

"Yes, Marvin was able to bring your conscience back to your body." Anti nodded, earning a sigh of relief from Jack.

"So, um, now what?" Jack interjected.

"Jack? How did you get here?"

Jack slid off of the bed to see Mark standing in the doorway, seeming just as confused as Jack.

"Marvin, you need to send Mark back to his body!" Anti shouted, causing the magician to appear in a puff of blue smoke.

"I can't at the moment, my wand needs time to recharge for that kind of thing." Marvin stated grimly, holding up a simple black wand with light green energy flowing around the white tip.

"Hey, what did I say about appearing in my room without permission?!" Anti snapped in a scolding tone.

"Ooh, Robbie show Jack Robbie room." Robbie cheered as he stumbled into the room, dragging Jack out of Anti's room by the arm.

"Ta-da!" Robbie exclaimed as he ushered Jack inside.

The walls were a pale green hue, a single lightbulb hanging on a string overhead illuminating the small room.

His bed was a simple cot where a white blanket and dog stuffed animal was laying on top, as well as a pillow covered in drool.

"Robbie love room, Robbie stay here when others yell. They get mad at each other a lot." Robbie mumbled as he sat on the cot, placing the toy in his lap.

"Fear not Jack, I have heard that you are stuck here, but I can entertain!"

Before Jack could comprehend what was happening, he felt two hands pull him out of the room by his shoulders and into a different one that was across the hall.

Spider-Man memorabilia covered almost everything inside, including the bright red walls and the hammock bed.

There was also a computer in the corner of the room with a mug of coffee sitting on top, glow in the dark stars peppered across the black ceiling.

"Yeah, my room's the coolest." Jackaboy-Man boasted as he jumped up into his bed, accidentally knocking a Spider-Man plush off.

"It is pretty cool." Jack agreed as he tossed the plush back up to the hero, who swiftly caught it and tucked it back into place.

"Hey Jack, wanna help me practice trick shots?" Chase shouted from down the hall.

"On my way!" Jack called back in a weary tone before jogging towards where he heard Chase's voice emanate from.

Chase's room was painted a simple light blue, his bed pressed in the corner while various targets took up the rest of the space.

"Sit on the top of the punching bag there." Chase directed, pointing to a red punching bag that was sitting against the back wall.

Jack managed to rather ungracefully climb on top, taking the red solo cup Chase handed him once he was steady.

"Ready?" Chase asked as Jack places the cupboard top of his head.

"I'd feel better with safety-"

Before Jack could finish his sentence, Chase pulled the trigger, sending the foam bullet from his NERF gun bouncing between the walls.

"Ow, fuck!" Jack yelped as the projectile hit him in the eye, the impact catching him off guard and causing him to fall off of the punching bag.

"Chase, vhat did you do zhis time?" Schneep sighed in exasperation as he entered the room, noticing Jack lying on the ground.

"Hey, he said he'd help!" Chase exclaimed defensively.

Schneep rolled his eyes as he helped Jack up, taking him into his room to check his eye.

The walls of his room were white, his bed against the left wall while a medical cot was pressed against the opposite wall, trays of medical equipment lined up next to it.

"Let me help you." Schneep offered, guiding Jack to the hospital bed and sitting him down.

"I'm fine-"

"I'm just making sure." Schneep interrupted as he shone a light into Jack's injured eye.

"Hmm...it'll be sore, but you should be vell." Schneep assured him as he flicked the light off.

"Thanks doc." Jack replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You're velcome." Schneep beamed, seeming to either ignore or not notice Jack's tone.

"Are you thirsty? Jameson just made a fresh pot of tea." Schneep stated.

"Sounds good." Jack nodded, eager to do something relaxing.

Jameson's room wasn't far down the hall, the room easy to spot.

The walls were black and adorned with old movie posters, a writer's desk sitting against the front wall with a record player on top as well as a type writer.

There was also a white sheeted bed in the upper left hand corner and a table to the right where the dapper ego was currently sitting with a pot of tea.

Jameson poured him a cup as he sat down, offering him a plate of scones.

Jack gratefully took one before sipping his drink, relishing the warm feeling it spread through his body.

"You ready to say goodbye to Mark?" Marvin questioned as he poke his head into the room.

Jack nodded and followed the magician to his room where Mark was waiting.

The walls constantly changed colors, as well as the carpeted floor, Marvin's bed floating off of the floor a few inches with playing cards scattered about.

"Ready?" Marvin asked the black haired male as he retrieved his wand, the tip glowing a brighter shade of green.

Mark nodded and closed his eyes, his body disappearing like smoke as the wand made contact with him.

"And for my final trick," Marvin smirked as he turned to face Jack.

"Wake up."

Jack shot up to a sitting position with a startled gasp, his breathing erratic as he looked down at his hands.

They were his.

He was him and he was home.

"Babe, are you okay?" Signe mumbled sleepily as she rolled over to face Jack.

"It's nothing, just had a nightmare." Jack promised her as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I've missed you." Jack admitted.

"I'm flattered that you can still miss me while you sleep." Signe giggled before snuggling closer to Jack.

Just as Jack closed his eyes to fall back asleep, he saw Marvin wave at him from the corner of his eye before the magician disappeared.

The End