This was originally a collection of one shots with either Mark (Markiplier) or Jack (Jacksepticeye), but I'm changing it to have other YouTubers as well as them, so the first 20 chapters are just Jack and Mark. After that will be variety. It will st...
Sorry it is so late. It took me two hours to carve a pumpkin, but in my defense, it is an Unus Annus pumpkin (the hourglass), and it's dope as fuck!
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(Y/n) P.O.V.
Five years. I've been captive of this nameless being for five years. Or so it says. It has no face, just a being of shadows and angry red eyes. It talks too, but no mouth ever moves. A demon from hell it says. And now, after five years, it's announced its letting me go.
"Why? Why are you sparing me?" I question weakly, tired and broken after years of pain. Of course, I want to be free. I want to see my boyfriend, Jack, again, my family, my friends. God knows how worried they are. I want to continue living my life. But after everything, why just let me go? "I'm not sparing you, I'm making your life as much a living hell as mine." It presses its hand to my forehead, making me lose consciousness.
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I wake up in the grass. Outside a house. Our house. I'm about to rush inside, hug him tight, and cry my eyes out. But I don't. Through the window I can see him. And another woman. They kiss. She's pretty. He looks happy. He's moved on. Even from the little I can see, it's like I never existed to him. None of my Knick knacks or anything. It hurts, but I still have to talk to him. I still love him. I knock on the door, unsure of what else to do. It swings open to reveal the man I've missed for so long.
"Can I help you?" My stomach drops. There isn't a glimmer of recognition in his eyes. "Are you alright? You look hurt!" His voice holds caring and concern that made my love for him grow every time in our relationship. "You don't-you don't remember me?" I ask meekly. He frowns in confusion. "I'm sorry, no, I don't. Where should I know you from?" I can feel my heart ripping apart. "I'm sorry, I guess I should leave." He shouts in protest, but I run away as fast as possible. I run back onto the street, looking for a person with a phone. I find a woman texting, and rush to her.
"Excuse me, please! May I borrow your phone to make a few calls!"
"Oh my! Of course, dear. Are you alright? Do you need help?"
I shrug, dialing the number of my closest friend as I've memorized it. After two rings it picks up. "Hello?"
"Hello? Hello! (B/f/n)! It's me, (Y/n)!"
"I'm sorry, I don't know a (Y/n). You must have the wrong numb-"
"No wait, please!" But I'm ignored. They hang up. On the near verge on panic, I call another number. My parents, they take longer to respond.
"Hello? (M/n) (L/n) speaking."
"Mom? Mom, it's me, (Y/n). Please say you remember!" I shout into the phone. "I'm sorry. You must be mistaken. I don't have any children. You sound upset, dear. Maybe you should take to a friend." I already tried that. "Please! Please remember me!" Despite my desperate voice, she hangs up. I get weird stares from the woman, but I crumple to the ground, bawling. I am truly alone now. They've moved on, the don't remember, my existence doesn't matter. I am all alone.
