Jacksepticeye GT AU Oneshots (COMPLETE)

Little Big Insanities (Part 1)

Requested By DianaFrostYT

That bubble of hatred building up inside of you finally witnessed its evidential burst on the one fateful night your deal struck deadly.

Of course, where you stalked at night had no final destination. The drastic change of atmosphere from daylight in your neighborhood to when the moon takes place of the sun was something that never failed to rest you in awe. Quite frankly, you preferred the night much more over the day. It was quiet, with little flashes of noise in distant alleyways that would flicker in and out on the occasion. Street lamps would flutter the city's vacant streets, which would accompany the light of a few speeding racers, the car engines roaring through the night and claiming their territory as the wolves of the neighborhood.

Nighttime was either a frenzy ring for the reckless with rays of blue and red filling the air, or a reserved interlude which spurred everyone to dread a dilemma from the umbrae that ceased to exist at all. The risk was something you were willing to take any day- or any night for this case.

Many of the "gangs" which roamed around the area at night knew about you. Not necessarily your identity, per se, but that someone was always watching from above. It was quite funny, actually. Some people even considered you a local legend, and that you knew everyone's dirty little secret. You most certainly did not know everybody's secrets, but you do just so happen to know a considerable amount to be sure. You've even witnessed a few crimes that have surfaced national television, aware of the identities of the criminals who have yet to be put to justice for years. You would tattle-tail the culprit to local police, but not only would that place you up to question and likely force you to reveal your identity, but it would make you a hypocrite.

A hypocrite, you ask? Yes of course. You've got a criminal record that would place you on life sentence for some states. What would occur tonight would seal the deal for death row in certain cases of judgment.

The whole ordeal of you being "the owl at night who sees everything" has managed to earn you some cash. Certain groups will pay you to gather information about a target in return for some fancy currency. It's not an opportunity that crosses by you all too often, but when it does, you earn heavy profit out of it. Every pack in the area knows they can go to you for it whenever they need too. Usually, chances are that you tend to be the last resort for them if the guy can't be found. Sometimes they strike lucky and you already know who the person is the night a bargain is sealed.

For the most part, you camped yourself on the rooftops of buildings, watching the rave of events take place below you. On this night in particular, however, you stalled low to the ground with the rest of the people like you. Not for just the sake of how you felt, but you had a deal to pick with someone.

This recent ordeal you had with a woman was what cut your chase in your nerves.

She always walked to the bar at what you considered was the border of the neighborhood. It was right at the edge of the forest that went on for miles until a hint of rural land would linger. It was isolated- a small confined local business. Sort of like the little coffee shops that circle around some cities, but this one isn't so friendly.

The bargaining you dealt with people tended to be with groups of "tough" guys. On this deal, however, it was this one single woman. You didn't fail to underestimate anyone, however; anybody can be a threat if they know the skill to do so.

The girl simply asked you to be her personal spy on her man for the next two nights, and be sure to look out for any chicks that he picks up. It was obviously quite petty of a thing to ask for, but the promising price in return kept it sealed for you. The task was pretty simple all in all, so it was definitely something you were willing to take.