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Jack woke up to an empty bed and a hungry belly. He got up out of bed and sluggishly walked into the kitchen to be greeted by his girlfriend's chipper voice. "Hey Sean. Sleep alright?" Jack groaned a reply and put some water in the kettle to boil. "Not the best? I hear ya. Hey I'm going to a friend's house for the entire day, I'd just thought you would want to know." Jack nodded and watched the kettle boil.
His girlfriend left to get changed and Jack filled an empty cup with grounded coffee. He turned to a cupboard that was filled with plates, bowls and glasses. He grabbed a bowl and closed the cupboard making it slam slightly. He jumped at his actions, he was fully awake now.
The kettle whistled and jack poured into his cup. He took a swig as his girlfriend rushed to the front door. "Bye Sean! Love you." Jack mumbled a 'love you too' as he turned to his recording room. He sat in his chair and continued to drink his coffee. His eyes drifted to the broken frame and he sighed.
"Such a shame that it smashed, isn't it?" The familiar husky voice said in the silence. Jack froze, did he say that out loud? Was it the same voice from last night? Jack shrugged it off and turned on his computer and monitors. He searched for frame replacements in Ireland and thankfully there was one in Dublin it just was a 1 hour bus ride there. Jack cussed under his breath and decided to do it later and record now.
He started to play Totally Accurate Battle Simulator, the steam version. Jack put down 3 Hwachas and let all hell run loose in the game. Jack was laughing at the silly physics and the over-powered weapons he could use. The recording soon ended and he thought he should chill out for a bit before recording once again. He recorded an extra video anyway so he was off the hook.
He looked through his subscription feed to only see that Mark hasn't posted all day. Jack got suspicious and decided to skype Mark. The program rung a couple of times before it hung Jack up. Normally at this time Mark would pick it up and say hi. Jack shrugged it off and continued to watch videos of his friends playing games.
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He decided to finally edit his recordings but he felt a cold, lifeless hand grab his shoulder. This hand turned him around to see nothing but a black smoke wisp away. Jack rubbed his eyes and held his head in his hands. He was puzzled, he knew YouTube fucked up his eyes but to the extent that he saw black smoke form in front of him and vanish? He shook his head and decided to assess himself in the bathroom.
He made his way to the slightly crammed bathroom and stared at his reflection. It was same old, same old Jack. He turned the tap on and threw some water at his face. He dried his face and looked at his reflection once again this time, seeing something different. He looked at it blankly until it changed back into his normal reflection.
"What the fuck?" Be mumbled to himself before leaning in closer to the mirror. He saw every detail of his face and everything looked normal except his eyes... the left pupil was neon green and the right empty and spilling black liquid. Jack backed away and repeatedly blinked his eyes to get it away. Eventually it disappeared which made Jack think he was crazy. He ran out of the bathroom to be greeted with black smoke once again this time, he could see the eyes.
A deep, evil-filled laugh rumbled as the black smoke evaporates. What the fuck was he seeing now? He walked into his bedroom, got his phone, shoved on some shoes, grabbed the broken frame and walked out of his apartment. He needed a walk.
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Mark hasn't posted any videos because he has been tortured from the inside out. Nonstop mental pain was being inflicted upon Mark every day, every waking hour, every second. Mark has finally given up on getting help from anybody and locked himself in his bathroom.
"All the pain will go away if you let me take over!" A deep, husky voice boomed with anger. Mark shook his head and continued to ball his eyes out with tears. "I-I-If I do, you would just f-fucking k-kill people!" Mark retorted slamming his hand onto the cupboard.
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The Mutation - Book One
Fanfiction[BOOK ONE] ~Antisepticeye & Darkiplier Fanfiction~ Jack is in his home, chilling out for once instead of making videos. He hears a few creaking noises coming from outside of his front door. Curiosity flooded Jack so he decided to investigate the noi...
