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Beneath the Mask

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"I'm...not dead? How?" Seán questioned Schneep as he sat up, a small smile lighting up Schneep's face. 

"That serum..." Seán trailed off as he pressed his hands over his ears, wincing in pain as Schneep shot up to his feet. 

"Jack, are you okay? Are you feeling alright?" Schneep asked Seán worriedly, the Irishman looking at Schneep before his eyes widened in fear. 

"W-what's happening to me?" Seán stammered as he scrambled off of the bed, Chase making sure he wouldn't fall by standing by Seán's side. 

"Tell me vhat is going on so I can help you." Schneep directed calmly, Seán shaking his head as he retreated away from Chase and Schneep. 

"I can hear someone watching tv from six miles away, I can see your skeletons, I-"

Seán broke off as he abruptly ran out of the room, Schneep and Chase hastily running after him. 

"Vait!" Schneep cried, Seán doing a front flip over a nurse pushing a stretcher down the hall to clumsily land on the other side and run for the door. 

"How can he do that?!" Chase exclaimed as Seán ran out of the hospital, Schneep stopping next to him while struggling to catch his breath. 

"It's zhe serum, it's affecting him differently zhan zhe other patient ve used it on." Schneep mused while panting for breath. 

"So what do we do?" Chase asked Schneep, the German walking out of the hospital before pausing to look back at his friend. 

"Ve hope zhat Jack makes zhe right choice."All Rights Reserved

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The Threads That Bind Us: An AntiSepticEye Origin Story by DS_Solana

*COMPLETED* Jack recognized him immediately, "Son of a bitch..." his perturbed voice echoed through the large room. The man remained silent, never breaking his focused gaze. "Now I have to deal with you? 'Jameson', right?" Jack continued, approaching him, "Who's next?" Only dead air replied. Jack grew impatient, "Can you fuckin' speak or are you-" "I'm afraid you won't get a word out of him." A calm voice interjected. Jack turned around to find another character from his computer screen manifested into a reality. The curious white mask was already etched into his memory - his hands clasped behind his grey shirt and black jeans. He stood composed with an air of pretentious mystery. "...You." Jack growled. Suddenly Anti was the least of his problems. - From Section Three: "̸Yo̸u ̴C̷an̸'t ̶Get̴ ̷Ri̷d̴ o̷f̶ M̴e̴...̷" ---------- October 2016... the month no one in the JSE community will ever forget. If only Jack was truthful about what *really* happened... In a story filled with mystery and tragic twists, Jack is plagued with a disturbing presence that proves to be much bigger than himself. As his reality begins to unravel, he is left to uncover the secrets of his demonic counterpart and restore peace before it's too late... for all of them. --------- Mild gore // Frequent strong language // Brief, indirect references to su*cide This fan-fiction is based on the videos and associated lore of the JackSepticEye "egos". To Ben, who convinced me to finish this story, and to the entire JackSepticEye community: you all have given me invaluable memories, inspiration, and countless reminders to stay positive and never stop creating. Thank you. Story Completed: June 8th, 2019

The Egos and you by BlueBatss

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Doubles [DISCONTINUED] by TheReyaRey

Mark and Sean both have demons, Darkiplier and Antisepticeye. Anti is unknown to everybody except Sean. He is not a threat. Not yet at least. Sean's mind should just be a very large, pure white box. That's what the inside of your head is supposed to look like. You go there when you sleep, when you daydream. But Sean's is getting stained by a strange black goo that Anti spills everywhere. Not to mention he's got a little buddy like Sean has Sam. Something happens, and Sean isn't ready for it. Anti isn't exactly ready for it either. But is he happy? Fuck yeah he is. And it's only a matter of time before everything goes downhill for Sean and uphill for Anti. This story will no longer be updated. I apologize.

Looking For A Doctor: A TORCHWOOD/Doctor Who fan fiction by pandaisarmy

"Yaz?" I smiled as Jack's eyes got wide. "How did you survive? I mean...I saw the Daleks kill you Yaz. You were dead!" Jack still astonished hugged me once again very tightly this time. "She helped me. Rose. The blonde girl...I saw her. In my head. With the Doctor and you. And when I opened my eyes again. The daleks were gone and I was alone. The ship was completely empty and I couldn't do anything but close my eyes. Rose had saved me and I was going to die anyways. All I could do was wish I was home, and when I opened my eyes I was standing in front of my house.... 3 years after I disappeared." "You...time traveled?" Jack asked confused. "That's not all Jack." I looked at Jack's waist and quickly grabbed his gun putting it to MY head and fired it. "YAZ DON'T!" A few moments passed and I opened my eyes gasping for air looking-up at Jack. "Jack. I need to find the doctor. I need him to fix me." -- "Sometimes to save all, you have to sacrifice some." -- "You aren't just Yazmin Tyler, you need to get that through your head. You can't keep making these stupid decisions with the power you hold. You hold more than you think. The TARDIS didn't just CHOOSE you!" I was startled by Rose's loosing her temper. "The TARDIS gave you part of her, you are Time and Space itself...just like her. You need to remember Yazmin." Before she or I could say anything else, like a poof of smoke she just disappeared. "Hello!? WAIT YOU CANT JUST LEAVE ME AGAIN!" I yelled still on my knees in the middle of my living room. "Please. Please I don't know what I'm doing Doctor." I whispered as I silently sobbed. "Jack...where did you go?" // I just really wanted to make a TORCHWOOD/ Doctor Who story cause til this day it's one of my favorite shows. Knits me living out a random fantasy, don't mind me honestly

A Vampire's Charm by glazeisaunicorn215

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