He's Probably Fine - Jacksepticeye Egos Fanfic

Chapter 5 - Chase's Dream

Chase was back at his desk in the recording room. It was dark, but for the glow of the computer monitors on his desk, which glinted in his eyes and threw a blue halo on the wall behind him. Chase shuddered. The livestream loomed over his thoughts like a tidal wave.

"Jackie," Chase said, calling out as if they were in the same room. "Hey... What do you think?"

Blip-bloop. There was a quiet alert sound, and Jackieboy's face appeared in one of the computer monitors. His eyes were steely, and burning with a strange intensity. "This isn't good, man," he said. "I don't know about this."

"What?" Chase wheeled around to look at him. "Not good - fuck, dude! I know! What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"No, you're not hearing me," Jackie shook his head. "Think, Chase."

"Think?!" he repeated, throwing his hands up. "What do you think I've been doing?"

Jackieboyman sighed. "Be logical. Nobody can play a character that well for that long, Chase. Certainly not you."

Chase looked down, feeling downtrodden.

"Vell, Jackie, you may be right," a familiar voice chimed in. Chase gasped, looking to the other screen.

"Henrik!" he cried.

"Hello, Chase," Henrik smiled. "Vhat seems to be ze trouble here, ah?"

"Henrik, where have you been?" Chase demanded. He pulled himself closer to Henrik's screen and tried to peer into the background. Henrik only smiled.

"Tut mir leid," he said, as Chase leaned back in his chair. "But I am not ze subject here," Henrik continued. His heavy fake-German drawl bled through in every word, and even through the screen Chase could see his intelligent blue eyes glittering. "Your stream approaches, eh? I've heard some of your plans for it. And vhat do you think you vill do vhen Jack's brother makes a video appearance? You think he, of all people, vill not know ze real Jacksepticeye from a fake?"

"No, you're totally right," Chase agreed desperately. "What should I do?"

"What should you do? Well," another voice scoffed. "I'd say you shouldn't have gotten yourself into this mess in the first place." Chase looked up in awe. Another screen, another face - Marvin's mask glowed pearly white in the frame of a third computer screen. He tossed a strand of mangy green hair out of his eyes, cocked his head to the side, and gave Chase a petulant, expectant look. "Well, Brody?"

"I need help, not snarky comments," Chase snapped at him.

"Ow." Marvin pouted, but he couldn't keep a smile off his face. He giggled smoothly before adding, "You want help? Here's a piece of free advice, one performer to another... Know your limits."

"That's not help," Chase countered.

"We're all telling you the same thing," Jackie interjected. "Chase, if you haven't figured it out by now..."

"Figured what out?" Chase snapped. "None of you seem to have any faith in me!"

There was a moment of silence. Chase's eyes panned from one face to the next, searching for some kind of an answer.

Then, another voice piped up. "They don't."

Chase gasped aloud -  a fourth screen had glowed to life. Sitting inside was Jameson Jackson.

"J- Jameson!" Chase cried, springing up from his chair. "How- how are you- talking-"

Jameson's sensitive eyes locked on Chase's as he smiled sadly. "You're right, Chase. They don't have any faith in you."

Chase's adrenaline began to fade; he eased himself back down into the chair with a quiet moan. Then, his eyes scanned the other screens. His heart was heavy with dismay, and his throat felt tight. He swallowed, then asked, "Is that right?"

Marvin nodded eagerly. Schneep and Jackieboyman were slower to join in, but soon all four egos had made their impressions clear.

"Well," Jameson said, as Chase buried his head in his hands. "That settles it."

"Mmmph?" Chase groaned, looking up slowly. "Whoa-"

The computers were gone. There was only Chase, the desk, and the darkness beyond. But Jameson had more to say.

"You know what you need, Chase?" his voice issued out of nowhere, filling Chase's head like static. Like static... no- it was static. There was a hissing, grating sound all around him."You need someone who can play the part."

Chase stood slowly at the desk, squinting into the darkness. "Wh- What do you-"

"Imagine someone who could imitate Jack so well even you wouldn't know the difference," there was an eerie chuckle, like the sound of footsteps in another room. This... this wasn't Jameson. "Hell, why stop at Jack? Imagine imitating all the egos, all at the same time! Easy, right?! You need someone who could pull that off."

A hand landed on Chase's shoulder.

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