ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

Jumper {JSE egos x Reader}

Warning: This chapter contains suicidal tendencies/ideas. Please feel free to skip the chapter if it is a sensitive topic for you.

(Y/n) P.O.V.

Today was the day. I was done. With everything. Done living. There was this building, nice and tall, that I've been tracking. Security sucks, and anyone can get to the roof. So I'm going to jump. I can't live anymore. I just want to stop the pain I cause when I go home. Cuts litter the skin of my arms, ones that I caused, because people around me get hurt. And others have turned on me. I'm alone. I hate myself. Im useless and meaningless. Nothing. A waste of space. No one will be around to miss me. But all that pain can end tonight. Upon reaching the top of the building, I see another person standing over the railing, looking over the edge, preparing to jump.

"Wait, please!" I shout. I didn't realize the words were out until the man turned. He had a hat with a skull on it, a gray shirt, and yellow-green hair. Tears are flowing down from his eyes. "Don't do it." I'm surprised at myself. Like I wasn't here to do the exact same thing. He looks back toward the horizon. "I can't stick around." I shoot forward, wrapping my arms around him, and lugging him over the railing like a dead weight. He just sobs on his knees once I've let him go. "I can't. It hurts to much. She left me, took my kids. I have nothing left for me." I crouch down to his level. "Things aren't always going to go your way, but you have to keep going. You can get your kids back, but this isn't the way to do that." His cries reduce to sniffs and red eyes. "Your right. Thank you." He stands and leaves. I'll try again tomorrow night. I decide.

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I open the door to the roof once again. I stand out on the roof, seeing another person. In the same position as the man yesterday. Again? "Don't do this." I shout once again. Why do I feel the need to save these people? I'm here to the same thing, why should I stop them from the same fate. The man looks at me, although I swear it was like a glitch. He looks similar to the man from yesterday, but with dark green hair, black clothing, and mismatched eyes. He gives a high pitches laugh that sounds almost evil. "What's the point." He asks in a deep voice, with undertones of a higher, glitched voice. I'm confused be chalk it up to be blood loss or some shit. "They all hate me. I know they do. I shouldn't be here."

I carefully put a hand on his shoulder. "They don't hate you, they care. All of them." I say, not really knowing who I'm referring to. "You don't understand. I don't blame them. I'm a monster." He continues, not ever looking at me. I grab the man's cold hand. "You are more then that. Especially if you want to be. Maybe you don't always see eye to eye, but your their family. I bet there's a plate at home with you name on it at the table." Only now does the man looks at me. It's almost eerie. "You have no idea how right you are." He says. "Thank you. I needed that." "Talk to them." I say. He nods then disappears down the stairwell. So many disruptions. Tomorrow night.

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Another person. For the love of God! Another man is here today. What the damn hell. "Don't jump." I say firmly. The man turns, strangely similar to other two men. He has a strange masks, and green hair pulled up into a bun. He turns his back to me again. "I'm tired. Tired of the cuts. The pain. The neglect. I just want it to go away." He says softly, a soft accent rolling of his voice. Something inside me feels connected because it's how I feel. "Your telling me there no one who cares? Can you honestly say that?" I say cautiously. "No one." He says without hesitation. "You must have something to live for." "My career is a failure, people close to me always end up pained. What's the point of sticking around if no one wants me to."

It hurts, god it hurts. I don't know what to do. Anything I say won't be true. It's a reflection of my own pain. What do I do? "Please don't do this, please. There's a better way. Please!" I sob desperately. The man pats my shoulder. "Today is just not my day. But maybe, you're right." He is gone when I look up. I can't do this today. Tomorrow night.

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I look around the roof. No one is here this time. Perfect. I remove my jacket, folding it and setting it down next to the railing. Then I remove my shoes, setting the together on top of the jacket. No ones going to come for me I know. This is the home stretch. "Thanks for the chance world, but you can have it back." I let myself fall forward. I feel the wind as my body feels free. And that's the last thing I ever feel. A sickening crunch the last thing I hear.

Third Person P.O.V.

The nightly news make its report, but it's more gruesome then usual. The septics all sit in their living room. 'Tonight, a sad report has come in. A woman appearing to be 29 commit suicide by jumping of the DNB building tonight. Her ID was found on her. Her name was (Y/n) (L/n).' The broadcast shows a picture of her ID, blurring the info besides her face. 'If you know her, you can contact the Hanlon Memorial Hospital for more information.' The three septics that we're at the building look on in horror. She helped them, but they couldn't help her. Chase hides his face in guilt and remorse. Anti doesn't show emotion, but knows that inside, he'll forever regret not being able to help. Because thanks to her, his relationship with the others would be better. An Marvin. Marvin looked on sadly. Feeling her pain because it was his. Yet he also felt glad that this wasn't his fate. That she talked him out of it. The three egos had a lot of respect for her, and a lot of sorrow. She was someone they couldn't save.