STOMP OUT THIS DISASTER TOWN — pafp ; bxg ; girl needed!

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 ::

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;; um oh my god wtf your reply is so cute! unfortunately, I can't reply as of now, I will try to answer sometime tomorrow !! If you could bump this it would be greatly appreciated! heck tbh same I miss the old format and layout of the old feralfront.

Jack, meanwhile, had fallen asleep. He awoke with a start upon hearing the knock on the door and the stranger's voice, though calming down as he recognized the owner of such voice. After all, who else could it be besides his girlfriend? Not remembering when he had fallen asleep, he sat up in bed, rubbing his head and running a hand through his hair. He huffed, slipping on a random shirt that he'd pulled out of his dresser. He quickly made his way towards the door, not wanting to leave Nicole out there in the cold and the wind. He could tell it would start raining soon, what with the darkening sky, but he didn't mind. He liked the rain. Sometimes, at least. So, the green-haired irishman, with his ruffled hair, a bedhead, and his goofy smile made his way towards the door, pulling it open. He pulled her inside, careful to make sure she didn't drop the pizza. Once he had taken in from her and set it down on the kitchen counter, he turned towards her, a childish grin lighting up his face. He pulled her into a hug, kissing her cheek and turning away. "Ya' didn't have to buy a pizza, y'know. While I appreciate it, I could've bought it. But hey, ya' didn't come over to hear me say this. So, what do ya have planned for us, today?" He chuckled, stuffing his hands in his pants' pockets.
;; heck i hope this is a good reply :00
;; and omg same i have so many threads that are gonna get lost when they take down the old site :((
;; and the change in post templates?? the old ones don't work anymore, I'm sad bc of that.

Jack said nothing for a moment or two, just holding her in his arms. His eyes were closed, and he stepped back. He was still trying to wake himself up a bit. Not wanting to make coffee due to the current time. "Scary movies? You're lucky I got my videos done early today, otherwise I'd have to take a break halfway through. Or something like that. But, what movies did you have in mind?" Upon realising he hasn't answered her first question, he nodded. "Of course you can stay here, you don't need to ask." He added, brows furrowing a bit as he gazed around the room. He rubbed his eyes, leaning against the wall. "Go on Netflix and turn on one of the movies, or pick a dvd. Either's fine. I'll be right back." With that, he left his girlfriend in the living room, walking into his room and pulling out some blankets from his closet. He never really used them, because he was afraid he would tear them or stain them with soda or food. Though, they were a few of the softest blankets he owned, which was why he was getting them out now. It was cold outside. They would be watching horror movies. It seemed appropriate. Eventually walking back out of his room, he yawned, setting the blankets down on one of the couches near the television.

"Jumpscare? I don't know what you're talking about... I didn't put any jumpscares in my recent videos. If you're talking about my Sister Location playthroughs, then, yeah, I can understand. They scared me, too. But, the others.. I didn't put any jumpscares in them." Jack mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, sounding genuinely confused. Like a child not understanding some adult concept. "I didn't know ya watched my videos." He exclaimed, seeming rather shocked.

"I... I, uh, I'm not really hungry." Jack said softly, sitting down on the couch, waiting for Nicole to come sit beside him. He normally loved October, but this specific October had caused him a great deal of issues, none of which he would share with Nicole, in fear he would scare her. Headaches. Paranoia. Sleeping troubles. Random aches on his body. ...Glitches within his videos. He was hearing things and seeing things sometimes. He hoped these issues would go away when November came around.

Jack yawned once more, rubbing his temples. His ankle hurt. He didn't understand why. Closing his eyes, the green haired irishman sighed quietly to himself. He wouldn't ruin this night. He would brave the front, face the issues. "Come on. It's cold over here without you. I'm tired and—" Jack trailed off, with no intent of finishing his sentence. Whenever she was around, he was able to sleep well. He felt better when she was around. Shaking his head, he blinked a couple of times. "That, and I want to watch this movie with you. C'mon."

Jack smiled softly to himself, though the grin quickly faded. He'd been like that recently. Mood swings. Something or someone was messing with him; this much he knew. He couldn't wait to record his videos tomorrow and be done with October. Letting out a huff, he pulled the blankets over their laps. He wrapped an arm around her, grabbing the remote with his free hand and doing just as she said; he pressed play. He hoped nothing would ruin this night, but he could tell something would go wrong. "Will you be over here tomorrow?" He hoped so. He'd assumed that tomorrow would be worse than all other days this month. But, for now, he wouldn't worry about that. He was trying to be positive for her, even if he didn't actually feel that way. He was almost always positive. He watched as the movie began, rubbing Nicole's shoulders with the hand around her shoulder. After a few minutes, Jack had to stop watching the movie. He could hear loud footsteps, almost as if someone was stomping around. And then came a loud crash. Standing up, Jack said "What the hell..."

"I... Don't know." Jack answered quietly, glancing around. He would normally rule it off as paranoia, but these strange occurrences had been happening the entire month. When Jack was alone, he'd ignore it. But not this time. Oh, no. "It must be the wind, or... something." He knew what it was, who it was. He'd been in all of his recent videos, but Jack didn't dare acknowledge it. He just hoped it would go away. "Stay here." With that, he walked off, brows furrowed and arms crossed.

;; HELLA RUSHED BC I'M ABT TO GO TO CLASS YIKES SORRY :((

Jack, as he ventured down the hallway, felt something inside of him become heavy. He felt like his heart was stone. He felt... sad all of a sudden. Slowly walking into his room, he placed a palm on his forehead, his fingers in his hair. He felt as if he were to be sick. His room was trashed. He hoped it was the only one trashed, too. The blankets from his bed were scattered halfway across the room. Gifts from fans lay broken on the carpeted floor. Papers lay balled up and torn on his desk. A look of irritation, or anger, crossed his features before quickly disappearing. He said nothing, trying to usher Nicole back into the hallway. He didn't want her to see him deal with this. Jaw clenching, the normally bright, positive male gazed around, looking hopeless and tired. He didn't want Nicole to have to see him like this. So, locking his bedroom door, he spoke up, "I have to write a message to a friend, uh, I'll be out in a minute." He hated this month. So much. Quickly trying to pick up the pieces of the broken glass and ceramic that lay scattered in the carpet, he placed them in a plastic bag, cutting his hands in the process. Eventually remaking the bed and picking up the papers, he sat down at his desk, shaking his head and deciding to message one of his friends— Mark. But he didn't think Nicole had ever met him. He didn't go into details, just that he needed advice, what with all the stuff that had been happening to him recently, and the things he'd been hearing. He closed his laptop, charging his phone with the charger cord and opening the door. "I'm sorry– I know you wanted to have a normal day with me." He said softly, rubbing his face.

It took a while for Jack's mind to register all that was happening. He felt horrible. Glancing down as Nicole grabbed his hands, he felt bile rise up in his throat. He'd just rubbed his face. He hoped there wasn't blood on his face. "I didn't- I didn't do this." He began, trying to assure her that it wasn't self-done. He was scared. But, of what? Jack wouldn't tell her. "I-I'm keeping this from you, because I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want him to hurt you. Please, just..." He exclaimed, his hands beginning to shake. This never happened with him. He was never scared in front of other people. Not like this, anyways. His heart was beating so loudly he was afraid that Nicole might hear it. "You can't help me, because... Because it's too late, Nicole. Tomorrow, it will be over and done with, and we can return to our normal lives." He hoped. He didn't know what would happen tomorrow. He didn't know that Anti would take over. But a small voice at the back of his mind told him this. He ignored it. "Just... Go back out into the living room, I'll be out in a minute.
;; RUSHED + NOT A BIT FANCY BC MY PHONE WONT WORK RIGHT NOW

"There was some, uh... some broken glass, ceramic. I tried picking it up but it must have gotten stuck in the carpet, cut my hand." Jack spoke, biting his bottom lip as he stuck his hands under the cold water. It stung. Well, of course it did. Shaking his head, not wanting to get back on the topic of who was tormenting him. He hoped that by tomorrow night or the morning after, he would go away. After all, he had started appearing when October began. But, if he didn't go away, he would learn to have to live with it. Which he didn't want to do. Realizing his hands were still under the rather cold water, he turned off the faucet, turning towards Nicole. He didn't want her getting involved. He didn't want her getting hurt. He'd suffer if it meant she didn't have to. "The room was trashed, don't know why." He added, falling silent and gazing down at his hands.
;; rushed as well oops