That Shouldn&#x27;t Have Worked, But It Did

Alphys giggled weakly. “Because i have been w-watching you since you came into the underground” She rubbed her neck nervously with a weak smile.

“Can’t say that isn’ a little creepy...uh, is it because of the big guy? Because he might want ta kill me?”

Alphys nodded with a smile. “Sure I would love to , you are my friend” She said softly.

“I’m glad ya say that. Um, what about the monitors though? Why is my face on ‘em?”

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“Me too!” she tells him with a grin. “It’s so great that all of these amazing people come to things like this just to see people like us.”

“I just wish I coul’ come ‘nd do it more often, ya know? It’s just so fuckin’ amazin’.”

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( @theindiejacksepticeye )

2016 was finally here and what better way to start off the year then by going to a moderately sized convention. Normally Riley planned going to cons ahead of time, but it was kind of a last second decision. This meant slaving over his recording station for a little over a week, making sure he had enough videos to put up while he was gone. But all the effort was worth it in the end. People still got videos and he would get to meet some of his subscribers. Being able to interact with the lovely people who watched him be an idiot was worth having dark circles and feeling super a bit tired.

Just like a some other youtubers, he saw his ‘fans’ as more then just a growing number on his channel. He cared about every single one and loved being to interact with them whenever he went to cons. Just even replying to comments or talking to them through other social medias was amazing. The angel could understand why people did YouTube as a living. Making others laugh or smile for a living was exactly what the angel wanted to do. That was actually what he was sent here to do. His job was to bring happiness to people’s lives. And so far, he was bringing happiness to a couple million people by being an idiot with some other youtubers he worked with.

He couldn’t wait to set up a table with his friends and be able to interact with others in person. But for now, he was stuck at an airport halfway to his destination. The speakers kept saying something about weather being too bad to fly out just yet, delaying the flight for another hour. It was a good thing he planned to fly out a day or two before the actual con. If he hadn’t, he would beyond late.

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Jack was flying on the same day as Riley surprisingly, but what he didn’t know is that their bags were identical in every way except for the name on the tag. Little did Jack know he would grab an angel’s luggage and take it to his hotel room, messaging someone using the wifi, needing to be picked up.

He was so excited for this con, he loved to go places and to go to America made him always happy because he got to see Mark and everyone he was friends with. It made him all giddy and bounce around happily. He just wanted to finally be there and meeting fans. He always loved that part the most.

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“— … M-Marry…?” Anti whispered, SURPRISE written on his face. “… Yes. O-Of COURSE. YES!” Anti CRIED, wrapping his arms around Jack excitedly.

#everypxssiblemistake #v: main #sub: cross my heart

Jack had a big smile on his face and held the other against him. “I wanna make you so happy, Anti. I just wan’ ta give ya the world ‘nd let ya be by my side forever, my sweet lil’ blue haired angel,” he whispered and rubbed his back. He had a big happy smile and it seemed as if he was radiating with his happiness.

Alphys smiled. “Well d-do you like being in he underground? i know it can be weird.”

“Yeah, it’s so nice here. Bu’ I need ta get home, Alphys. Can ya help me? So I can see my family again?” As much as Jack loved the underground and everything in it, he needed to get back. He really did.

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Her smile grows when he says that he’s watched her videos. She’d thought that her only viewers would be in lines like this, not at the end of them. She sits next to him, relaxing.

“Oh, of course! I knew you were familiar. I’ve seen… well, more than a few of yours.”

“That’s cool! It’s good to meet people like this, don’ ya think? Just bumpin’ inta them and learnin’ they’re really chill?”

“I can’t wait to meet so many of the people in line!” That was obvious by his constant bouncing from how excited he was. He was just so happy and an endless source of energy.

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One of the first few fusions i am making. This is Jack ( @theindiejacksepticeye ) and Riley

#'I am the cutest fusion!'

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“— … J-Jack, ‘re ya asking what I THINK y-yer askin’…?” Anti whispered, blinking in SURPRISE. He swallowed. “I-If ya are… I-I mean… I w-would…”

#antiisxcialpxssimist #v: main #sub: cross my heart

“I’ve been scared ta ask, bu’ I don’ wan’ ta disappear ‘nd lose ya forever. Would ya say yes if I asked ya ta marry me?”

Whose Table Is It Anyway? || theindiejacksepticeye

Charlotte looks over at him in surprise. “Wow, um, thanks.” She sets down her things, smiling, every inch of her body showing relief. At least now she didn’t feel as awkward as before. Things were overwhelming enough.

“I’m Charlotte of SweetCharlotte,” she tells him, holding out her hand for him to shake.

Jack smiled and nodded, sitting down and getting his stuff all together. “Oh, you do some really good videos. I’ve only seen a few, but I’m usually really busy or listening to the Game Grumps,” He said with a big smile, shaking her hand.

“I’m Jack or Jacksepticeye.”

Alphys smiled softly. “So you are the human everyone t-talking about.. I like y-your hair” She said nervously , hoping to get to know the human as well as help them.

“Thanks! I really like it this way an’ I did it ta help out others!” Jack said with a big smile.

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*hates being stuck on mobile, but will do some replies in a second*

#~not the boss~

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Charlotte pauses at the voice, turning and gazing at him in confusion. She feels like she recognizes him, but there are far more important things at the moment. Like how the person who wrote down her booth number has terrible handwriting. She finds herself avoiding the guy’s eyes, feeling terribly embarrassed.

“Shit, really?” She is way too awkward for mix ups like this. “Sorry, I… Bad handwriting. I’ll just… get out of your way then.” She starts packing up her things in a hurry, cheeks burning. Great job, Cher.

“I-I don’ know for sure, bu’ if ya already got fans here we coul’ just split the table, couldn’ we? We’re both gamers, maybe it’ll work well?” Jack asked with a slight shrug.

“It’s a small mistake honestly, easy fix.”

Alphys giggled softly , he must of got attacked from Undyne. “N-No I d-don’t fight..” She gave off a weak giggle.

Jack nodded slowly, green hair a little messy from having to get there. He had to deal with a lot of shit, including part of his hair having ended up charred whenever he got to the Hotlands. “That’s good fer me then. I don’ need ta deal wit’ fightin’ again.”