Welcome Home (Jacksepticeye x Egos)

Chapter 22

Jack moves back to his room after the discussion. It's the best thing to do in his mind. There are going to be repercussions for his decisions, no matter how nice they felt at the time. He hadn't even made it a week before he already is planning on his being back in that moldy motel room. Darkly, he thinks that maybe he will end up back in the same room as before. It's fitting that he would be just shuffling right back into a familiar hellish existence. 

The door is knocked on loudly, and Jack almost jumps at the sound. 

"I'm not really wanting company right now," he calls out, still checking his phone for messages. 

The door opens anyway, and Jack sighs as he twists around to see who didn't give a damn about his privacy. The assumption is Anti. 

But instead of a taller man with dyed green hair and even darker green eyes, there stands a smaller fellow in what looks like red pajamas and what is unmistakably a shimmering blue mask on his face. A ruffle of dark brown hair give him the wind swept look that helps his stern face look slightly more boyish, and a delicate small button nose. 

"Hi," Jack says, somewhat thrown by the outfit. His annoyance gone and replaced with a soft curiosity as the other man takes a few measured steps into his room and takes a seat at the foot of Jack's bed. The confidence of owning the place isn't lost on Jack at all. There is a swagger of importance that this person has. In that way the masked man absolutely reminds Jack of Anti, but there is a more subtle edge to his manners. Like it's almost a burden.

"You're what all of the fuss about, huh?" 

Again, Jack wants to be grumpy about the attitude. If this was anyone else who had said that to him, they would get the same amount of snark back. Jack is very able to take care of himself in a war of words if needed. He's rarely one to be pushed around. 

"Who's asking?"

The masked man arches an eyebrow, though with the mask on Jack can barely tell. He doesn't need this shit right now. Especially from a strange man in over sized footie pajamas. Jack turns towards the bed and waits. His arms crossed over his chest and jaw firm. This is one of the first times that Jack has been with a roommate, or at least that what he is assuming this man is, who seems to think that Jack might actually be dangerous, or something. 

"Jackieboy Man," the man in pajamas says, way more matter of factly than Jack ever anticipated. "I'm in the room down the hall. I share a wall with an insufferable asshole who needs to fuck every few hours, or at least it sure as hell sounds that way."

Jack blinks at the description, and then they both smile. 

"Anti?" Jack asks.

"He's the only real asshole here, so...yes."

They share a small laugh, and suddenly Jack can feel the tense air in the bedroom lift. Jackieboy lifts up a gloved hand to shake, and Jack happily takes it. There is a firm grip that Jack wasn't expecting, and clearly this weird hooded man is a hell of a lot stronger than he looks. 

"So, I hear you have your first physical with Schneep," Jackieboy says carefully. 

Jack nods, but notices the slight change in tone. 

"Do I have to worry about something?"

The quick smile and head shake no has Jack raising a right eyebrow. There is also the very noticeable way that the masked man is no longer looking at him in the eye. 

"Are you sure that there 's - "

"Schneep is a very good doctor," Jackieboy mutters fast as he gets to his feet and heads back to the door. "Just relax and there's nothing to worry about. Answer his questions as honestly as you can, and...yes, everything will be just fine."

Then he's out of the door before Jack can say another word. Really strong and incredibly fast as well, so it seems. If Jack wasn't nervous about his first full physical before, he certainly is now.