Jacksepticeye GT AU Oneshots (COMPLETE)

Ill

I remember the day my skin felt weird. It was almost, uneven, in a way. It was pale, and beginning to wrinkle. I wasn't even an adult, and I was already getting wrinkles.

Something was wrong with me.

I sat in the vacant train car, sighing. It was very dusty. I guess I just never had the time to pay attention to that. I coughed for a moment, wiping my face with my wrist. My appetite had dusted away. I didn't feel like eating anything. I had always felt full, when really my stomach was churning for something. It still was at the time, really, but I guess I would have cared less.

My twitchy finger tapped at the table with a small thud. My throat was sore to the point where any time I swallowed, it pained me. I thought maybe I had strep throat, but I was really dealing with something much, much worse.

It was late evening I had to assume it was, and it was on the verge of storming. A layer of fog covering the ground emit a cool gentle breeze that brushed past the area with ease. It was silent outside. That breeze was the only thing I heard.

I walked over to the train car's fridge, yanking it open. I needed water- something along the lines of water. When I looked inside although, only more dust...

How I ended up in the conditions I was in is a story that has no purpose to be told for another day: I'm someone that needs no legend, because legends are stories that never die, but I know mine will.

Then, the rumbles of footsteps came. I remember the exact moment that knot tied in my throat.

“Oh god, he's gonna kill me-” I slammed the fridge door shut, dashing underneath the table frantically.

It was Jack. A (literal) giant friend of mine. He found me awhile back, hiding in the same train car as I was in at that moment in time. He checks on me every few days to see how I'm doing, usually bringing me some food he gathers so I have something to eat for the days passing. I mean, you'll have kids out there in stories who suddenly get lost in the woods and miraculously find a lifetime supply of food somewhere, like berry bushes that somehow grow fresh new berries ready to eat in just days time. I don't get luck here. As I always like to say:

I have no luck because it just emits out from my body and passes on for everyone else but me to thrive from.

Last time Jack brought me food was about three days back, when whatever this disease was had already started to get to my appetite. He got angry when I didn't eat (at least a decent amount) my food, because he stressed himself to keep me alive and flourished. At one point I thought maybe Jack might've cared about me even more than he did himself. I was his only friend, I guess…

I clamped my ears shut, awaiting for Jack's loud call.

“(Y/N)!” He shouted, quaking the ground.

I stayed silent. I couldn't bear to let Jack see me like how I was. I was just a disaster mushed together into a tiny crumbled body.

“I know you're here! Come out!”

My teeth clenched together. Damn, I forgot how convincing he was to lure people. If he wanted, I bet Jack could've been the perfect manipulator with that voice of his. Especially when it got deep- that's got some ASMR quality shit right there. Maybe if Jack wasn't as hyper, just maybe, he could've done it, but Jack's got too big of a heart to even hurt a fly.

He loved everyone.

I could hear Jack crouching down by my train car by the shuffling noises of his clothes rubbing together. A few more tremors emitted below me as Jack roughly got to his hands and knees to look inside. Then, I saw Jack’s eye peek through the train bar window, and in a matter of seconds, he spotted me beneath the table.