Always Watching. Jacksepticeye AU

Chapter 14

Jackieboy Man found himself at a large warehouse. It looked abandoned, considering the windows were bordered up and the door had a rusty padlock on the front. He checked his phone one last time to find he was right on top of Markiplier. He headed around the back of the building to see if there was an open window or back door he could get into.

It was locked. Of course it was. He stepped backwards before barging his shoulder into the door and letting it fall down onto the floor with a loud crash. He winced at the noise but headed into the pitch black warehouse. He had a flashlight in his backpack so he pulled that out and flicked it on.

He screamed as the light revealed what was in front of him. A person. He scanned them with the light until he reached their face. It was Anti. Jackieboy Man stumbled backwards, desperately flashing his light around to see if he could find any of his friends. All he saw were walls. Jackieboy Man's flashlight crashed to the ground and flickered out.

"I didn't even need to come and get you..." Anti muttered, circling Jackieboy Man like he was his prey. He clicked his fingers and the warehouse lights turned on.

"Where are they?!" Jackieboy Man demanded, hoping his fear wasn't as apparent as he thought it was. His hand was at his waist, clasped around the handle of the gun and ready to pull it out when he needed it. He needed information before he killed the demon.

"They are here, don't you worry," Anti thrust out his arms, a wide grin spreading on his face. One hand was gripping a gun and the other was empty. "I've got a little game for you to play." He said, mouth open wide to reveal his sharp teeth. Jackieboy Man was going to argue, even if Anti had his best friends (and Markiplier) held captive.

"I don't have time for this. I want to see my friends!" Jackieboy Man pulled the gun out and pointed it right at Anti's head. His finger was poised over the trigger, ready to press down if he needed to.

"You think you're tough shit. You won't actually pull the trigger because you don't know where your friends are. I do and, if you want to know, then you need me alive." Anti stepped forward and grabbed Jackieboy Man's wrist. His arm was shaking as Anti pushed it down to his side. "Play along with the game or they all die." Jackieboy Man struggled and eventually pulled himself out of Anti's grip, hands back around the gun. He pulled the trigger without even thinking but he didn't hear a scream; just a loud, familiar cackle. "It's not that easy, Jackie." The bullet had flown straight through Anti's body.

"How the fuck?"

"I highly recommend you come and play the game."

Jackieboy Man was dreading it but he had to play. He had to play for his friend's sakes so he hung his head and whispered, "O-Okay." He felt defeated, as his one weapon was proven utterly useless and there was clearly nothing else he could do.

Anti's face lit up and glitched, his smile creepily sadistic. "Wonderful. We better get on with it then, shouldn't we?"

Anti unlocked a door by scanning his hand on some sort of device and then lead Jackieboy Man down a dilapidated staircase which looked like it could have collapsed at any moment. He was extremely wary about where he put his feet but Anti didn't seem to care at all. He was flying down the stairs, mainly because he climbed up and down them multiple times a day. He knew the steady parts off by heart. Anti clicked his fingers as he touched the basement floor and the lights flickered on.

The room was dirty. Cobwebs filled all the corners and the paint was peeling almost everywhere. It was also extremely hot and the movement between the stairs and the room was similar to entering an oven. Jackieboy Man barely noticed that as he met the eyes of Chase. The others were there too, eyes rimmed red as if they had been crying. Chase had a black eye and Henrik had a long cut across his cheek whilst Tyler was sat in the corner, hugging his knees. "Jackie!" Jack was the one to yell and he ran forward to hug Jackieboy Man but Anti stood in his way.