"Sean William McLoughlin, aka Jacksepticeye. Age twenty-seven. He's a loud Irish gaming YouTuber, and has a girlfriend named Signe Hansen, aka Wiishu." Infelix gestured to the folder Anti was holding. Sean looked energetic with his bright green hair and goofy smile. He had a light gray snap back on his head, covering part of his hair. Black headphones hid his ears and held the hat in place.

"Mark Edward Fischbach, aka Markiplier. He's a gaming YouTuber as well, but he also has a large variety of other kinds of video like improv, challenges, and sketches with his friends Tyler Shied and Ethan Nestor. His girlfriend is Amy Nelson, she tends to show up in his challenge videos constantly." Infelix continued.

"He looks kinda like me." Dark remarked, scanning the photo thoughtfully. Mark had lighter brown eyes, but otherwise looked exactly the same.

"You two are going to split up." Infelix ignored Dark.

"Why?!?" Anti and Dark exclaimed in unison.

"Just trust me on this. Dark, you're going to America. Anti, you're going back to Ireland." Infelix continued.

"Why?" Anti repeated.

"I have a plan." Infelix stated simply.

"Care to share with the class?" Dark growled in irritation.

"What I can tell you now is that you two will be learning to ice skate so you can compete in the upcoming World Figure Skating competition in-"

Infelix paused to do the math in his head.

"It's on March twenty-third, so you guys have about a month."

"Why do we have to be separated?" Anti complained.

"It's less suspicious if you two are separated!" Infelix snapped.

"Anti, your coach is Aedan Murphy, drunkard who thought it was a brilliant idea to start coaching skating, but needs someone to coach. Dark, you'll be with Emily Smith. She's experienced, but her last star quit, so she needs fresh meat." Infelix explained in a forced calm tone.

"Mad will fly you two to your destinations separately so you two can adapt to being apart, I'll contact you two daily on your phones for a progress report. Your bags are packed and waiting for you on the jet, as well as an envelope of money for each of you." Infelix snatched the files from Dark and Anti, motioning for them to go to the jet.

"Just think, after this, we can follow our dreams." Anti whispered to Dark as they walked to the jet.

"I've already caught mine." Dark gently squeezed Anti's hand in his before walking up the boarding ramp, casting one last glance over his shoulder before the ramp rose up and the jet took off.

The jet returned to Anti faster than he expected, meaning that it was time to return home. Reluctantly, Anti stepped onto the jet and glared at Infelix until the ramp cut off his view.

Ireland looked exactly the same as he remembered it, even though it had been several years.

Green and rainy.

Anti recognized exactly where he was as soon as he stepped off of the jet with his black duffel.

The Green Clover, the pub his dad used to frequent.

Before Anti could step back onto the jet, Mad took off without him, leaving him no choice but to go inside.

The inside of the wooden whack like building was surprisingly larger than he expected. There was a long polished bar in front of him with a roaring fire place to his left and tvs hanging from the ceiling. There was a football game playing, but Anti paid no attention to it as he sat down at the counter, signaling the bartender to get him a water.

The man to his right had a shot glass half filled with whiskey, his first green eyes shining with defeat as he tilted his head back and downed the contents of the glass in a couple gulps.

"Are you Aedan Murphy?" Anti asked the man without glancing in his direction, taking a sip of his water as he dumped his duffel down beside him.

"Why do ye need ta know?" Aedan muttered bitterly, nodding in appreciation as the bartender refilled his shot glass.

"Next round is on me." Anti told the bartender.

"I'm wanting to enter the World Figure Skating competition, but I need someone to teach me." Anti explained casually.

"Do ye even know how ta skate?" Murphy glanced over at Anti for the first time since he sat down.

"No, but I'm a quick learner." Anti assured him.

"Ye only have two months." Murphy pointed out in exasperation, running a hand through his fiery orange hair.

"Like I said, I'm a quick learner." Anti shrugged.

"Are ye Irish?" He scrutinized Anti.

"Yes."

"Family?"

"Dead."

"Age?"

"Twenty six."

"It'll cost a hundred bucks per lesson."

"I can pay that."

Anti handed Murphy two thousand dollars from the envelope Infelix gave him, sealing his career for the next several months.