Markiplier & Jacksepticeye Ego One Shot Stories

Breaking Jim News: New Drivey!

(( Author's Note:
This needs context. XD I just kind of realized I never put this on wattpad, I posted it to tumblr before I was really using wattpad much. It's really old. I wrote this around the time Mark got the Barrel (his white van) after he took his hiatus ... but I really love this story, so I figured it was about time I share it. It's also the first time I wrote the Jims. :P So that's your context. Go! ))

"Jim! Jim, it's here, Jim!" Jim runs over to the white van and ducks down beside it. "Okay, my name is Jim, I'm here with Jim for Jim News!" Jim motions to to the man holding the camera. "We're here..." He glances around, looking left, right and up, then back at the camera. "Somewhere in la... where whoever lives in this house has bought a new..." Jim looks at the van, then back to camera. "A new drivey! I don't remember his name Jim, no one does, he disappeared for a month! But look at this drivey, Jim!" He turns, running his hand in circles on the side of the van. "It's uh... it's a white drivey!" Jim gasps, putting his pointer finger to his lips. "Shh Jim, we can't get caught!"

He stands, trying to see over the top of the van, and jumps, clearly still not able to see over it, then shrugs, looking back to camera. "It's probably nothing Jim." He turns looking in the window of the van. "Jim! Jim! Look at this Jim!" He motions until the camera gets closer and peers into the back window of the van. "It's painted tree inside! Isn't that something!" The camera pans back to Jim, way too close to his face and Jim looks at it, gasping. "Jim! Do you see that, Jim!" He looks back in the van, pointing and the camera points back into the van. "It's a giant pillow, Jim! Do you think a uh... a giant owns this drivey?! It could be a giant Jim! Oh uh... uh maybe not, but look!" The camera turns back to Jim who is crouched low to the ground and shuffling towards the front of the van with his arms flailing to the sides. "We don't want to be seen, Jim! This is uh... I don't know if I like the looks of this neighborhood Jim!" The camera turns to Mark standing in the yard with Chica on a leash, out to do her morning business, though he doesn't seem to notice the cameraman or reporter, then the shot turns back to Jim. "Very sketchy people." Jim waits a moment staring off camera, until you hear the front door close, likely Mark taking Chica back in.

"Okay Jim!" He stands and opens the hood of the van, with some struggle. "Jim! Look at this uh... look at this vroomy Jim! It's what makes the drivey drive!" The camera leans in, focused on the van's engine. "Ohhhh... it's a nice one Jim! I bet there's lots of ponies in there!" The camera leans back, looking at Jim again. "Oh, you gotta respec a guy with ponies like that!" He closes the hood, then stands back staring at the van for a second before gasping and prances on tip toes to the back of the van, crouching low beside the back tire. "Jiiiiiim! Look at this Jim!" The camera hurries forward and focuses on the back tire. "Yup. These are good ones." Jim nods, prodding the tire with his finger. "It's a pretty impressive drivey Jim, I wonder where the person who owns it is gonna take it! Do you think he-"

"Hey!" The camera turns to the front door where Mark is standing with his bag slung over his shoulder and Chica on leash. "What are you doing?" He calls.

"Oh no Jim!" Jim screams standing up and running down the street. "Come on Jim!" The camera shakily chases Jim down the street.

"I told you to leave me alone!" Mark calls after them.

Jim pants as he runs, glancing at the camera. "Didn't that guy die, Jim?" Jim gasps, before tripping and falling. The camera follows him down, smashing into his back before the footage goes dead.