Always Watching. Jacksepticeye AU

Chapter 12

"My dad has gone missing," Tyler mumbled, biting his lip. Tears were welling up in his eyes but he had cried too much in the last week since it had happened. "Have you heard of a villain called Anti?"

Connor's face drained of colour and he looked down at his lap, slowly nodding. He seemed extremely uncomfortable at the mention of the villain's name but Tyler barely noticed.

"I woke up in the middle of the night and heard a crash. I found Anti and watched him take dad away." Connor's hand found its way onto Tyler's thigh and he gently rubbed it.

"I'm so sorry..." Connor mumbled, refusing to even glance up at his boyfriend.

"Not your fault."

"But it is," Connor put his head into his hands and made a noise that closely resembled crying. Tyler leaned closer to him and rubbed his back, puzzled as to why he was crying and saying it was his fault. As Tyler got even closer, he realised the crying sounded suspiciously like laughter. Finally, Connor looked up to show that his eyes had turned completely black. Tyler stumbled backwards, eyes wide and hands held out in defence. Connor's once blue mop of hair morphed into the colour green and he grew into the height of the average adult. "I'm sorry, Tyler." He didn't look apologetic at all. He was wearing a sadistic smile as if he was enjoying it.

"A-Anti?"

"Connor doesn't exist; he never did. I created him to lure you in so you could lead me to Jackie."

"Get away from me!"

"But don't you love me? I thought you loved me..." Tyler screamed as Anti's face momentarily became Connor's again. He had no idea when he had started to cry but at some point he must have because his cheeks were drenched. Anti stepped forward and he almost looked sympathetic. Almost. "Come with me... I can make it stop." Tyler was too numb to move so he didn't even bother to try and fight as Anti laid a hand on his shoulder and transported them to his hideout.

-

"Tyler hasn't come home yet..." Jackieboy Man murmured, not really talking to anyone in particular.

"He's fine. Probably stayed- ah! Shit!" Jack yelled as he got killed in the middle of a game of Fortnite. He had been in the last five which was a rare occurrence for him. "He probably stayed over at Connor's."

"Wouldn't he have thought to call?" As if on cue, Jackieboy Man's phone began to ring. Tyler's contact was displayed on the screen and an overwhelming sense of relief enveloped him. He picked it up and immediately began to ramble, "Thank fuck you called! I was getting worried after everything with your dad! Do you need me to pick you up?" He had talked so much that he hadn't noticed the static coming from Tyler's side.

"Five left."

"Where have you got them? We're going to find them and kill you, no matter what it takes. We'll make it slow and painful too, especially if you hurt them!" Anti just cackled as a reply and then hung up. Jack was staring at him with wide eyes, shocked at his outburst since he had no idea what the context had been. "Anti got Tyler..."

"Shit... we need to stop him before he gets more people... I could be next... you could be next. Fuck, this is bad!"

"I'll call Mark. We need to come up with a plan."

-

It was a few days before another person left. It was JJ. Anti had approached him whilst he was sleeping, a knife in his hand. He knew JJ hated knives, especially after what had happened with his voice. Anti couldn't help but smile at the memory, even if it was sick. JJ's eyes snapped open after Anti pressed the end of the blade into JJ's pale neck. "I'd tell you to keep quiet but I don't need to, do I?" Anti's voice was full of venom; it was unrecognisable compared to who he had been before he started to become psychotic. JJ's mouth opened as if he was trying to scream but no sound came out. That was extremely amusing to the demon.

"Come on, JJ. It's time to go home." JJ struggled but soon gave up when Anti pressed the knife into his neck even harder. Not enough to draw blood but pretty close. JJ then vanished along with the villain.
Jackieboy Man woke up to a glitch-y message from JJ, simply saying 'Four left.' He yelled for both Jack and JJ, fear laced in his voice. Jack was quick to run to the room but JJ didn't seem to make an appearance. At that point both Jack and Jackieboy Man ran into JJ's room to find an unmade bed and, of course, a trashed room.

-

"This is important," Jackieboy Man said, leaning across the table. Marvin was opposite him, absentmindedly moving his hands around and creating a series of sparkles in the air. Any other time Jackieboy Man would be cheering him on to do more tricks but at that time they needed to act a bit more serious. The magic and jokes could wait until their friends were all safe back in their homes. "We have come to the conclusion that we are the final four." Jack nervously met eyes with the hero since he knew he was most likely going to be the next target, considering he was the weakest of the group.

Markiplier chuckled from where he was sitting to the left of Marvin. "No shit, Sherlock. What do you want us to do now? Just wait around until we all get kidnapped and then game over?"

"I can't come up with the plan on my own. I'm more of an act-on-impulse kind of guy. Long plans bore me."

"Okay, great! We'll wait for him to kill all of us and then you can act on impulse and get yourself killed too. Sounds like a plan to me!" Jackieboy Man rolled his eyes at the dramatic hero. He then hit his fist on the table to get the attention of the others. Jack jumped the most, eyes wide and full of terror as he stared at Jackieboy Man. He was on edge as soon as he realised he was probably next.

"Getting kidnapped doesn't sound like the worst-"

Markiplier howled out a loud laugh, making it more exaggerated than it needed to be. "This guy! How the fuck did you survive fighting crime for so long?"

"Hear me out! If one of us gets kidnapped, we can ensure they have a phone on them or a wire... maybe a tracker! Then we'd be able to find where they are, hunt them down and attack."

"That actually doesn't sound too bad. I'm surprised since it came out of your stupid mouth."

"Mark, stop acting like a five-year-old. People's lives are at stake."

Markiplier opened his mouth to shout back another snarky comment but noticed Jackieboy Man was staring at Jack. Markiplier followed his gaze to see the Irishman seemed to be a lot paler than usual with a tinge of green covering his cheeks. "Jack? Are you-" He was forced to cut himself off when Jack got up and bolted to the bathroom.

Markiplier went to stand up and chase after him but Jackieboy Man held out a hand and halted him. "Leave him. He'll be okay," He looked sceptical but sat back down. "Can you get a hold of any trackers?"

Markiplier nodded but not without a gentle sigh. "I know a guy."

"Perfect. We should all have them just in case."

"Give me a few days. Ironically, it might be hard to track the guy down. Spends a lot of time travelling."

"As long as you can get them."

"I can."

A yell was heard from the bathroom, making all three of the people in the room jump onto their feet. They shot to the bathroom to make sure their friend was okay but, when they opened the door, the first thing they saw was Anti with his arm around Jack's neck. Jack somehow looked even more nauseous than before. "Three left." He muttered before his head twitched to the side and he vanished, taking their friend with him.

"Get the trackers and quick."

I really like Mark's character in this. His snarkiness just makes me laugh. I'm going out there and saying he's one of my favourite characters :P How do you feel about him? Is he too sassy?