He Doesn't Talk Much - Jacksepticeye Egos Fanfic

Chapter 20 -

"What the fuck just happened?" Chase demanded, springing up.

"Oh, my god, Chase, look," Jackie gasped, staring into the camera with wide eyes.

"What the hell...?"

The camera was rolling. And in the viewfinder, Jameson Jackson was sitting behind the table.

The screen cut to a title card. "But... When am I?" The card read. "Jeepers! That's far too early!"

"Did- did Jameson just fucking time travel?" Chase demanded, his jaw falling open.

"Did he do it on purpose?" Jackie added in a breathless voice.

"Holy shit... Look at the video, dude, we were gonna have to add all of this in post. The title cards, the film effects, the cuts... how's he doing this?" Chase insisted.

Jackie pressed one of the headphones up to his ear.

"Can you hear anything?" Chase asked.

"There's, like, a xylophone ragtime playing in the background," Jackie said, passing the headphones to Chase. "He's got more power than we gave him credit for..."

"Damn," Chase murmured, shaking his head. He laughed lightly. "I mean, good for him, right?"

"What?"

"Good for JJ! He's getting his performance back," Chase explained. "And, hell, we can still use this video for the Halloween upload- it'll be great!"

Jackie allowed himself a smile. "Y-yeah... yeah, you're totally right!"

"I just... I just hope he can get himself back," Chase laughed nervously.

Jackie nodded with a wince, but as he watched the screen, his smile didn't fade.

Jameson really was a talented actor, wasn't he? Every bit of his performance just dripped with old-timey charisma and charming enthusiasm. 

Time to let loose your inner artist, good lad! said the title card.

"Aw, it's like the title card is talking to him," Chase said, with a giddy smile. "I just noticed that. That's cute."

No comment, the title card added, as Jameson wrestled the cap off of a permanent marker.

"Yeah, yeah! Sometimes it shows Jameson's dialogue, though," Jackie added, as Jameson drew and re-drew a pair of pie-cut eyes and an ample mustache onto the pumpkin. "Wait, maybe he'll do it again..."

"Time to get to work!" the title card said. The quotes seemed to indicate that Jameson was doing the talking, now, just as Jackie predicted. "Now, where did I put that darn knife?"

Chase shuddered, watching as Jameson stared around the table in mock confusion. "Noob mistake. Never draw attention to knives."

"He'll be fi-"

A fun slide noise played as a disembodied hand lifted a knife into view behind the table. Jameson took it cheerily, even waving at the spot where it slipped back below.

Chase and Jackie fell silent. Slowly they met each other's gaze, pure terror electrifying the air between them.

"Was that-"

"It couldn't-"

"Who the fuck was that?" Chase gasped. "Jackie, who-"

"Shh, shh, I know," Jackie shook his head and waved Chase off. "Let's just... maybe it was just an effect."