Jacksepticeye X Depressed Reader

~~Chapter 10~~

    The game went on normally from then on. Some funny ones, and some boring ones.

    "And THANK YOU! GUYS SO MUCH FOR WATCHING! IF YOU LIKED IT! PUNCH THAT LIKE BUTTON IN THE FACE..." you mimicked his last lines in a mocking way as he completely shattered yours and PJs eardrums, "LIKE A BOSS! ANd highfives all around..I WILL SEE ALL YOU DUDES! IN THE NEXT VIDEOO!!" He had the biggest smile on his face. "Jesus fucking Christ, how can people even hear you with all the blood clogging their ears?" You swatted him away playfully. "I honestly don't know." you all shared a good laugh. That part will probably be after the end cards. He clapped and went up to stop the recording.

    "I'm hungry." PJ said simply. "Well..I need to go back home..look for a new job and all, this was really fun Jack," you stood up and he brought you into a hug, "thank you so much." A tear slipped from your eye, but you wiped it away hurriedly. "Don't thank me for anything Y/n, just promise you'll text me." You were confused. "I..don't have your number?" You pulled out your phone and Jack immediately grabbed it after you put in your password. He typed something down and handed it back. "Now you do!" He smiled childishly, beaming kind of. The contact name was absolutely retarded: Lovely potato boi. You couldn't help but laugh at his stupidity. Good stupidity, mind you. "The contact name definitely fits at least." He gave a duh face and ruffled his hair out of habit probably. "Seeya, PJ, have a good day!" You walked out and began down the road. You sent a text to Jack so he knew it was your number. Walking down the side walk, you felt so many emotions. Happiness standing out most prominently. Worry about a job coming up close behind. I can't really talk to people, so maybe there's another online job that hasn't heard of my major fuck up. Or maybe it's finally time I get a "real job" as people call it.

    As you reached your house, you realized you had left your door unlocked in the rush out. You ran inside and checked everywhere seeing if anything as stolen. To your surprise and gratitude, everything was still here.

    You plopped down on your couch, grabbing your laptop and plugging your phone up. Searching through forums of online jobs, you found none that you were interested in. Some payed really good, but you didn't want to do a job for the money and hate it. Forum after forum, you found some positions that you could take, so you wrote them down on a slip of paper. One was an editor, one was an actual blogger type position--online interviews and such. The other was in an actual office working for some big newpaper company. You groaned loudly, extremely irritated at this waste of time. You decided to go looking for real life jobs, jobs where you have to talk to people. Most of the positions online required you to give very personal information, you were just lucky before to not have to do that for most companies that hired you. Maybe this could actually get you out of your shell? A ding from your phone broke your thoughts. Your phone screen lit up with a message from Jack:

* Hey, booboo ^^ you got a social media account or anything you want me to link in the biooo? *

    You laughed at his cute..uh..childish awkwardness. Why did I think that was cute? Jesus..

* maybe link my IG, i mean its all trash but eh lol its ig/n (instagram name) *

    He messaged back a simple 'ok lol same' and you just sat your phone down. Some of the jobs you found were relatively close, had good hours, and paid well. You decided to check out a cafe position for a waitress. It seemed like a homely cafe with fresh baked stuff. You looked over at your clock. Oof, it's already 9:30. Probably should go to bed and put new bandaids on if I'm going to check out that cafe in the morning. You powered off your computer and walked to your bathroom that still had red stains on the tiles. You gasped in shock before remembering you didn't clean it up. Now it's gonna stain, Y/n. Fucking retard. You started cleaning it up, putting the, now red, orange wash cloth in the tub. Slowly taking the bandages off, careful not to damage your arm any more. The swift air hitting your arm made little pain shocks travel through you. Your breath hitched and you attempted to clean them, quickly abandoning the idea after waves of pain hit your arm by one touch of a cloth. Quickly putting the rag away, you bandaged up your arm, wincing when you have to tighten it. Tears drifting out of your eye, thinking about how long these will stay this time. Why are you worried about that? You should be worried about scarring your idol with your pathetic self. You started shaking as you headed for your bed room, turning the bathroom light off. He could've lived a far better life if you had never dragged him to your house. Getting comfortable under the covers in your pajamas, you tried to silence our anxiety. You always seem to drag people down, Y/n. Why don't you ever go through with a fucking plan. You're not going to get the job. The voice slowly fading, as you slowly faded into sleep.

    They don't want a suicidal mistake working for them.

This chapter was alot sadder than I intended sorry!! Aaaa i mean I think it turned out good?? except for the whole anxiety voice? Does mr anxiety have something to do with y/ns past? hmmm...

also, i always make these chapters super short, and im trying not to, but this week has been spring break so i told myself i would get shit done, but alot of things have come up. sorry guys/girls/people. im also trying to imrpove with my art and not suck ass lol, but in all seriousness, i want to write this story, i have half of a half of an idea?? its very half assed, but its a start atleast. I never had a plan for any of my other stories soo wooo!