Markiplier/Jacksepticeye (And Egos) Short Stories

Revelation

Signe gasped aloud as she hastily backed away from the weapon, nearly tripping over her own feet in the process.

"What the hell?" Signe whispered in disbelief as she cautiously inched towards the case, warily examining the gun.

It looked dangerously real, the sniper freshly polished with fingerprints barely visible on the handle.

"I-this isn't my case, what-why is it a sniper?" Signe stammered in a squeak, unsure of what to do.

Signe jumped when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, the photographer retrieving it to see that it was Jack's number.

"Signe, why do you have a camera?" Signe heard Jack question.

"Why do you have a sniper?!" Signe countered frantically as she ran a hand through her hair.

"I thought you were like me." Jack admitted quietly, earning a shocked scoff from Signe.

"I don't kill people, I'm just a freaking photographer!" Signe spluttered defensively.

Signe flinched when she heard gunshots in the background, Jack muttering something inaudible.

"Where are you? What are you doing?!" Signe demanded sternly, the gunshots growing louder by the moment.

"I'm on the street where the bar is, there's mercenaries after me!" Jack shouted.

"Signe, I want you to know that I-"

Jack broke off with a pained scream followed by a deafening silence, muffled footsteps slowly approaching.

Signe held her breath as she heard quiet whispering, her blood turning cold as the call abruptly ended.

"I have to help him." Signe decided, glancing over at the sniper.

She hesitated as she reached for the sniper, the photographer closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before picking up the sniper.

The weapon felt surprisingly balanced in her hand, a single shot loaded into the chamber.

"I'm coming Jack." Signe whispered fiercely, determination burning in her brown eyes as she strode out of her house towards the bar with the sniper in hand.

Signe snuck up the fire escape stair case behind the bar once she arrived, the sniper propped against her shoulder as she scanned the ground below.

Jack was lying on the ground in a pool of blood surrounded by a group of black-clad figures, their faces hidden by ski masks.

Signe watched in horror as the people kicked Jack repeatedly, the group shouting insults at the wounded Irishman.

"You can't beat us Seán," one of the figures sneered, dragging Jack to his feet.

Seán? Signe thought with a confused frown as she kneeled down on the roof, intently watching the shadow-like people.

"Ya should've left us alone." The person holding Seán up remarked before punching him in the face, sending him sprawling onto the ground.

Signe felt rage burn in her veins as she propped the sniper on the edge of the roof, a murderous instinct filling her at the sight of Seán hurt.

Signe stared down the sight of the sniper at the person that had punched Seán, her heartbeat surprisingly calm as she held her breath, her finger brushing against the trigger.

They hurt him, this is self defense, Signe assured herself as she let out a breath.

BANG

The bullet sailed through the air before becoming embedded into the head of the person approaching Seán, the black clad figure crumpling to the ground with a sickening thud.

The rest of the people took off running while Seán weakly lifted his head up to find Signe on the rooftop.

Signe left the gun and ran to Seán's side, her eyes filled with tears as she held him in her arms.

"Y-you saved me." Seán choked out, smiling faintly despite the bruises that peppered his face.

"I love you." Signe whispered, her hand shaking as she brushed strands of Seán's hair out of his face.

"The m-mercenaries will be back and co-come looking for you." Seán warned Signe.

"Then I'll run away with you." Signe stated firmly.

"Signe-"

"I'm not leaving you!" Signe argued.

"I was j-just going to ask h-how you did t-that." Seán chuckled softly, wincing as he slowly sat up.

"I learned a lot when talking to you, but I never knew that you meant this." Signe sighed as she gestured around them.

"I never knew you meant picture taking." Seán added with a grunt, an arm wrapped around his abdomen.

"Hold on, I'll get you fixed up at my place before we go." Signe promised as she helped Seán stand, the Irishman slinging an arm around her shoulder so he could walk.

"So, Seán huh?" Signe prompted curiously.

"Yeah...I guess I should probably tell you the truth about everything when we get to your place." Seán confessed sheepishly.

"It's a long walk home." Signe countered, earning a dramatic eye roll from Seán.

"Fine." Seán conceded before giving his story, the pair limping off to Signe's home through the night.

THE END

A/N: I might make this into an actual book with more backstory and a proper ending, what do you guys think?