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    ONE, TWO, ANTI'S COMING FOR YOU.


    THREE, FOUR, BETTER LOCK YOUR DOOR.


    PLOT:
    Your muse, ( Y/M ) is in love with the youtuber, Jacksepticeye. [ ^^ ] They're dating.
    Everything seems to be going fine, until this year. This month. October.
    Jack has been acting oddly. Very oddly, leading up to Halloween. He's been learning how to tie knots and ropes, and... Asking where the nearest lake is. He explains it's all for a new video, some 'scenery around his house' video, but that isn't the case. Sometimes, Jack's voice changes. He says stuff he wouldn't normally say. Does things he wouldn't normally do. Both Jack and Y/M hear loud stomping, footsteps, banging and crashing sounds throughout the house. Y/M rules it off as Jack's playful antics, but it's not him. Y/M doesn't know about Anti. Jack does, though. And he's scared. A few days before Halloween, Jack keeps telling Y/M to leave, and not come back until after Halloween. But, Y/M just things he's joking, and doesn't leave. On October 31st, Y/M comes home, thinking Jack and them would have a normal Halloween, but it's so far from it. Y/M comes home, calling Jack's name a few times, and when he doesn't answer, goes in his recording room to find Jack lying on top of an finished pumpkin that he was in the process of carving, a knife in hand, blood dripping from his throat.     There's no explanation. Jack keeps twitching, and Y/M, a bit scared, takes the camera and runs out of the room, locking it. Y/M thinks what happened would be explained in the video, so, leaving Jack/Anti banging on the door and yelling for them to release him, Y/M retreats into the living room and watches the video. While watching the video, that seemed to already have been published on Jack's channel, Y/M notices that while Anti was talking in the video, there is a muffled, "Help me!" Y/M assumes it's Jack, and has to think of a way to fix this issue.

    JACK'S HALLOWEEN VIDEO ::

    YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE ACCEPTED TO JOIN. JUST MAKE THE FIRST POST. START WHEREVER IN THE PLOTLINE THAT YOU WANT.
    MY MUSE IS 26 YEARS OLD. YOURS CAN BE ANY AGE IN THE 20'S. YOUR MUSE CAN BE ANY GENDER.
    YOU WILL MAKE THE FIRST POST ; THE ROLEPLAY STARTER.
    MUST HAVE A FACECLAIM / PICTURE OF YOUR MUSE.
    PLEASE BE SEMI-ADVANCED.

    Hi! I love Jacksepticeye too, and I'd love to roleplay if you'd let me. Those videos were awesome, and I think it'd be cool to do a rp starting with the Halloween one and ending with the one after with him playing it off as cool. It's not necessary, but I was wondering if maybe my muse could me Markiplier? I kinda ship it.

    Nah, as long as you know mark well enough
    Mark smiled as he watched his most recent video go up, and the same chill he always got skipped up his spine. He was visiting Ireland for first time tomorrow, and he hadn't told his fans yet. Only calling it "his surprise." The plane would take off in a few hours and he was more than excited, he was absolutely bubbling to stay with Jack. He couldn't put his finger on why, but recently he'd been thinking about him a lot, and getting to see him in person would be so much more fulfilling then on a computer monitor. He rushed out of the room the second his computer was off and packed ran to his already packed bags. Of course the others would be joining them in Ireland soon, but Mark was glad to have a few days alone with Jack.

    Jack, meanwhile, had just finished putting up his last Sister Location video. He sighed, not wanting to wait another day for Mark to arrive. He liked Mark's company. He was happy he was coming over. But, he was also glad that Felix was coming over as well. He'd missed Felix, as well as Mark, a lot. Pushing his chair away from the desk, he posted the video, running a hand through his hair. A soft chuckle escaped from his mouth, and he decided to call Mark. Typing in the number, he spoke as he heard the male answer. "Mark! Do ya know when you're gonna be here?" He could hear the excitement in his voice. Biting his bottom lip, he exiting the recording room.

    Mark picked up the phone on the first ring when he saw who it was. "I'm headed to the airport right now," He started, closing the trunk to his car over his luggage and heading to the driver's seat. "If everything goes right, then I'll be in Ireland before noon tomorrow." he smirked a bit as he started the engine. "Looking forward to seeing you, not looking forward to the flight." He added, shrugged despite knowing Jack couldn't see him. He glanced to the clock on his car when it flashed on, reading 5:08.

    Jack sighed as he heard Mark's words. "Noon?" He whines, though understanding why the flight would take so long. After all, Mark was in the United States, and he was in Ireland. "Do you need me to pick you up or are you gonna catch a cab? Ya know, when you get here..." He laughed nervously, sighing softly and deciding to message Felix on Twitter. Hey! Do you know when you'll be here? He then closed the YouTube tab, focusing on his Instagram, Twitter, and Tumblr. He realized he was still on the phone with Mark, and he spoke once again. "Can you stay on the phone with me or do you need to up?" [i]He asked, huffing.[/i]
    [i];; short bc in school[/i]

    Mark smiled wider and looked at the road, "Haven't thought about it... I don't want to inconvenience you." As Jack continued, Mark started getting into thicker traffic, and using one hand to drive was becoming a task. "Umm, I might have to hang up, just cause I'm driving. Ya know." He was hugging the phone between his shoulder and cheek, using his hands to guide himself towards the airport. "God I look like a soccer mom." He grunted playfully.

    Snickering at Mark's comments, he walked out of the hallway and into his kitchen, setting his phone on the countertop. He had put Mark on speaker phone before he did so, though. "You could always put me on speaker," As the green-haired irishman spoke, there was a certain ruffling, as if he were trying to open a bag of chips. "Or hang up. It's your decision. I just don't want to wait another day to be able to talk to you, I'm sure you understand. I haven't seen you in a while, and even when I did, it was at some con, we couldn't really talk. But, you wouldn't be an inconvenience! I'm sure—" Jack's voice was cut off by a loud crash in the background. "What the hell...I, uh.. Mark? I might have to call you back, I think something's wr–" Once again, his voice was cut off, but from Mark's line, all could be heard was static for a moment or two. Jack shook his head, glancing around the kitchen. What he hadn't noticed, was that his phone had been knocked on the floor. At least, that was a possibility. It could have fallen. He didn't know. He just hoped Mark and Felix would get here soon. Mark could rule his current words and actions off as a joke, and that's what Jack would go with. It would be a good video. And that way he wouldn't have to explain the crashing, the loud footsteps, his strange quirks that had began on the first day of October and had been progressively getting worse as the month flew by. He didn't have an explanation. He didn't want to make one up. So, picking up his phone, he hung up on Mark, not wanting to leave his on the phone. He didn't want to worry the man. That, and he didn't want to bother him while he was boarding the plane or driving. He sighed, exiting the kitchen and sitting down on the couch, rubbing his face. He just wanted things to be okay.

    Mark started to reply, but the abrupt crash sent his words to the back of his mind. He paused and raised an eyebrow, "Uh, okay bye." The phone busted into static when it fell, and Mark flinched in response. He put the phone down and focused on the road. If something was wrong, he wanted to get there faster. He felt a pang of something in his chest, burning and nipping at his heart as he struggled to stay still in his seat. Every time he thought about the Irishman, he thought about his eyes, his hair, each time getting more detailed. There was a certain unhealthy fascination about it, but that was normal when you're about to see someone for the first time in a long while, right?

    he eventually sat up, moving around the room, thinking of something to do. He would just stay up until Mark got here. He didn't want him to arrive while he was asleep, though he was always awake at noon. he moved into his bedroom, flopping down on the bed and burying his face in a pillow. he groaned, lucky that he had set up the guest rooms the day he heard that Felix and Mark would be coming over. he wanted to go play video games, but he was tired. after all, while it was 5:00 in the USA, it was midnight here. he just hoped that when he woke up, Mark would be calling. He had wanted to stay up, but it wasn't working for him.





    ;; rushed bc I'm at school.
    ;; timeskip to when Mark's calling at the airport ??

    OOC- Yeah sure!
    The airport was a wide, open area like always, but no matter what it always seemed small because of how many people crammed themselves into the lines. Luckily he had managed to side with luck, getting into a reasonably shorter line. Still he was sure that it would last for some time, so he picked up the phone again. His finger hovered over Jack's number before he checked the line again, dialed and pressed the phone to his ear.

    Jack, after the fifth ring, woke up. He groaned, rubbing his head and stabding up. He'd be late! "Mark?" He asked, holding the phone up to his ear as he made his way towards the door, and towards his car.
    ;; timeskip to the airport
    As Jack got there, he pulled up to the curb. "I'm here... Where are you?"


    ;; just woke up., so it's bad and rushed.

    Mark chuckled as he neared the doors, his suitcase trailing behind him. "Look behind you." He muttered in a dark, menacing voice, which wasn't convincing with the background of mark's echoing laugh. The green hair stood out among the group waddling to and from the door. The back of the Irishman's head was all he could see.
    ;;In school, rushed;;

    The man jumped a bit, not bothering to hang up the phone, he turned around and punched him in the arm. A playful gesture. There was a big grin upon his face, though. "Come on, just get in the car, ya..." He couldn't think of an insult, so he just shook his head. Of course, he wouldn't insult him to hurt his feelings. He would just mess around with him. As Mark put his bags and suitcase in the back seat of the car and sat in the passenger seat, Jack sat in the driver's. "So! What do you want to do? We could vlog, or... something, around town. That'd be a fun way to announce that you're here, with me! And it could be live! Live videos are always fun. Ha," With one hand on the steering wheel, he rubbed the back of his neck, before placing his other hand on the wheel. "Sorry. Got a bit carried away. It's just really exciting that you're here, you know." His face turned a light shade of pink. He was blushing. But, from embarrassment or something else, he wouldn't tell. It was probably embarrassment.

    "Oh yeah, no problem at all!" Mark almost shouted, trying to keep himself leveled and not seem to excited was a useless attempt as it appeared. He smiled and glanced around the messy car, his face enthralled with the Irish landscape. "I can't wait to see Ireland, honestly, I'm so excited." he wiggled a bit in his seat, "We should make a video together though. Or what if i just, like, walked through the background to fuck with people." His hands flew around the car as he spoke, growing wilder with each word.
    (Cussing is okay right?)

    Jack glanced over at him, laughing softly. "First, lower your voice there. Keep that up and you'll be louder than me in my intros." He snickered. "Yeah! I like that idea. But we should stop off at my place first, get a webcam, drop your stuff off in one of the guest rooms. You know, get ya situated. Let's just hope not that many people recognise us," Jack added, unable to keep the grin off of his face. Mark was here. Normally, Jack would go to the United States to see Mark and Felix, not the other way around. But this time, they were coming here. He was excited. As they eventually pulled up in his driveway, Jack got out of the car, waiting for Mark to get his things, before opening the door to his house, holding it open for his friend. He quickly showed Mark to one of the guest rooms, the one in which he would be staying. And then, they set out again, a webcam in one of Jack's hands, Mark's hand in the other. He was dragging him along the sidewalk, not wanting to wait to show him around. He huffed, looking back at Mark. "So, Mark, anything specific you want to see before we vlog?"
    ;; of course !!

    Mark followed Jack like a confused puppy-dog, his eyes finding everything shiny and new. When he got to his room he barely had time to drop his stuff before Jack was pulling him back outside. As they left he caught a glimpse of the room beside his, and it was Jack's. The bed was messy and there were clothes on the ground, some of which mark recognized from videos and panels. One of them that laid near the door was a gift from Mark. Before he could point this out or really express his excitement, he was back outside. "I don't know, this is your town, your home, I bet you'd know the spots better than me." He didn't want anyone to see them either, he wanted it to be a surprise for the fans. His heart skipped a beat thinking of all the screenshots and "WAIT WHAT" comments he'd get to see.
    ;;Hey, i want to write a Dark youtuber fanfic. With Darkiplier, Antisepticeye and Davil (Danisnotonfire + Devil). Should I?;;