Markiplier and Jacksepticeye: Wanna Play?

     Mark smiled as the bell rang, signaling for him and the rest of the kids to go outside to play for recess. As he reached the YouTube playground, he saw that The Game Grumps brothers had all conquered the climbing gym as usual. Minx was boldly swinging on the monkeybars while Felix, or Pewdiepie as some liked to call him, was on the slide with Cinammon Toast Ken. Yammimash was playing Pokemon with some other children, and as usual, he was coming out as the champion. He saw the group who called themselves Smosh Gamers, among them being Ian and Anthony, playing Capture the Flag. And over in the corner he saw two of his friends Bob and Wade. Bob was sitting on the corner watching Wade tossing a basketball nonchalantly into the hoop. Mark smiled, and grabbing his little buddy Tiny Box Tim, he was about to go over and join them when on the corner of his eye, he saw a boy about his age sitting under the tree all alone. Getting a closer look, Mark saw the boy was rather small, wearing a grey cap over his chocolate brown hair. He was wearing a black shirt, Levi pants, and sneakers, with armbands all up and down his forearm. His blue eyes were down cast, looking sad as he snuggled a green eyeball the size of a volleyball to his chest. Cocking his head in curiosity, he went over to Bob and Wade. 

  "Hey Bob, who's that kid over there sitting by himself?" he asked him.

  Wade gave Mark a look of confusion. "Don't you remember, Mark? He was here last week on Friday."

    Bob rolled his eyes. "Mark was sick Friday, you weirdo. He wasn't here to know."

    Wade blushed a bit. "Oh yeah, I forgot." Taking a look at the new kid and back at Mark, he said, "His name is Sean, but everyone calls him Jack. He's a new kid from Ireland." 

    Mark raised his eyebrows in interest. "Ooh, Ireland, really?" he asked. 

    "Yeah. His family had moved to America this week, but only just got to come to school Friday because he was so busy moving in." 

    Mark smiled. "Awesome!" Looking back, his smile slipped a little. "But...why is he sitting all alone?"

    Bob shrugged, rubbing his glasses on his shirt and putting them back on. "I don't know. We asked him if he wanted to play with us, but he said he didn't want to." 

    Wade nodded in agreement, looking sorry for Jack. "We guess that he's missing his home. We really didn't want him to feel alone, but I guess he just wants his space for now. He told us he will come play later, but...it doesn't seem like he feels like it yet."

    Mark frowned, gazing at Jack, feeling sorry for him. Being the big open-hearted child he was, he never liked seeing anyone feeling left out. If there was anything his mom taught him, it was that no one should ever feel alone. Gazing down at Tiny Box Tim, he smiled and got an idea. Brushing back his jet-black hair, he winked at Bob and Wade. "Don't worry. Like my older brother says it, let a pro handle this one!" Raising Tim to his eye level, he smiled at him. "We're going to give Jack a friend, aren't we, Tim?" Tim nodded, waving his tiny arms in excitement. Tucking Tiny Box Tim in his arms behind his back, Mark walked confidently over to Jack, giving a welcoming smile to him. "Hi ya!"

    Jack raised his head, looking up at Mark with wide blue eyes. "Oh...uh,...hi."

    Mark smiled, plopping down on his rear next to him. "So you're the new kid, huh? I wasn't able to meet you Friday cuz I was sick. Jack, right?"

    Jack blinked a bit, looking away a little, then back to him, not really sure what to make of this kid. "...Yeah, that's right. Who're you?" 

    "My name is Markiplier. Or just Mark. Nice to meet you!" Mark said enthusiastically, crossing his legs. "So you're from Ireland, right? What's it like there?"

    Jack gave an eyebrow at him, then just shrugged. "Eh, really green. No leprechauns like people t'ink there are. Lots o' rain almost every day. It's the only thing that I don't miss from my old home."

    "Well, at least you don't have to worry about that here!" Mark said enthusiastically. 

    Jack shrugged, looking forlornly out in the distance. "I guess so...still, even with the rain, I miss home...moving here is ok, I guess. But I miss my old friends and countryside."

    "Yeah...I'm sorry...It's no fun moving," Mark said in agreement. For a minute, they both sat in the grass in awkward silence. Then, looking down at the eyeball in Jack's lap, he remembered why he brought Tim along, and he said, "I noticed your mascot friend. He's so cool! What's his name?"

    Jack blinked, a small shy smile tugging at the the corner of his lips in surprise. "O-oh. This is Septic Eye Sam," he said, lifting up the eyeball. Now able to get a closer look, Mark could see that the eyeball was green where the white was supposed to be, with a blue ring around the black pupil. Lifting it's "tail", Sam waved it in greeting. Mark smiled and waved too. "Hi there, Sam!" 

    Jack's little grin became more bigger. "Y-you like him? Really?"

    Mark nodded eagerly, his brown eyes shining with light. "Oh yeah! He's adorable! I like mascot friends. I have one myself!" He took out Tim from behind his back, holding out the cute little box. "Say hello to Tiny Box Tim!" Tim smiled at Jack, waving at him. "Hi, Jack!"

    Jack's grin turned into a full smile, the sadness leaving his eyes. "Top of the mornin' to ya, Tim!" He looked back up at Mark. "That's so cool you like mascot friends too. I don't know that many people who do."

    "Neither do I. They think it's not that cute or just for babies, but I like my little biscuit!" Mark said, snuggling Tim to him and smiling, setting him down in the grass. 

    Jack nodded in agreement, his hat flopping a little bit from his eager nod. "Totally. Nobody really liked Sam because septic eyes are gross and infected. But I felt a connection with him cuz I had a septic eye was back at my old school when I got a scrape on my eyebrow. My friend gave me the nickname o' Jacksepticeye cuz of that." He hugged Sam to his chest, then set Sam in the grass to play with Tim, watching them as they began to chase each other playfully. "It's one of the few things of Ireland that I was able to take with me," he added sadly. 

    Mark smiled, his eyes lighting up. "Jacksepticeye? That's an awesome name!" he said, hoping that made him feel better.

    Jack raised his eyebrows, giving a small smile at him. "Really?"

    "Oh yeah! Totally better than Markiplier!" Mark nodded eagerly. This his eyes lit up in an idea. "Hey, you know what? That can be your YouTube name!"

    Jack cocked his head in confusion. "My...YouTube name?" 

    "It's this thing where you get to have a cool nickname when you first come to YouTube Elementary," Mark explained.

    Jack thought about it, then smiled happily. "I like that! My YouTube name is Jacksepticeye!" he said proudly. Sam and Tim hopped up and down in excitement, looking happy. "It looks like they agree," Mark said with a grin. Getting up, out of the grass, he picked up Tim and pulled Jack to his feet. "Now that you've become apart of us, you wanna come play with me?"

    Jack's blue eyes shined with happiness, picking up Sam. "Yeah! I'd love ta!"

    "Great! We can play with our mascots while we play ball with my other friends Bob and Wade."

    Jack smiled happily, putting Sam on his shoulder. "I love balls! This'll be fun!"

    Mark laughed, fist bumping the air. "Awesome! Race you to the basketball court!"

    Jack gave a mischievous grin. "Ok. One, two, t'ree, SPEEEED IS KEEEEEEYYY!" He yelled as he took off like a rocket before Mark could even prepare himself.

    "Hey no fair! I wasn't even ready!" Mark laughed, racing after him. He could tell that the speedy little Irish kid was going to be a lot of fun to hang out with. As Mark and Jack formed a team with Bob and Wade, Jack felt his insides become lighter with happiness. He didn't think that he would actually fit in here, but now he saw that he had become part of another family among his new found friends.