The glow on all of the cards died out except for Jack's, the intensity increasing as it rose into the air above the bowl.

Marvin's eyes were closed in concentration, the rest of his features hidden by his white cat mask as he worked in silence.

"Take my hand." Marvin abruptly spoke up, his voice deeper than usual.

You looked at Marvin as he extended a hand towards you without breaking focus.

You took a deep breath before following his instructions, his hand cold and clammy in yours.

"Where am I? Somebody help me!" Jack cried in anguish.

You snapped opened your eyes at the sound of Jack's voice, expecting to see the Irishman in front of you.

"How were you killed? We need your help." Marvin told the dead YouTuber, his eyes open to reveal blank white pupils that creeped you out.

"I-I don't know. I remember....I was up at night since I couldn't sleep and wanted to clean up while everyone slept."

Jack fell silent for a long moment, letting out a shaky breath before pressing on.

"It was dark, I couldn't see anything. I was by the stairs, getting ready to go down, but..."

Jack trailed off, falling silent once more much to your irritation.

"Jack, please." Marvin pleaded gently, urging the gamer to continue.

"I felt a knife slit my throat, and it hurt...it hurt so damn much. I was still fucking alive when I fell down the stairs, and I was still alive until dawn. I tried to call for help....but nobody came." Jack whispered, his voice barely audible.

"But who killed you?" Marvin prompted impatiently.

"Ask them yourself."

You screamed as a figure appeared behind Marvin and violently slit his throat, causing blood to splatter on you as Marvin's body slumped forward to the carpeted floor to reveal the murderer standing behind him.

It was a man with a black bowler hat, black mustache with a dark brown goatee and cold sapphire blue eyes.

He was dressed in a long sleeve white shirt, blue vest, black bow tie with matching black shoes and pants.

"W-who are you?" You stammered as you scrambled back.

Instead of speaking, the figure wrote something on the wall in Marvin's blood that was dripping off of the knife.

"Jameson...Jackson." You read aloud slowly.

"Why are you doing this?" You frowned in confusion, cautiously backing away towards the exit.

Jameson noticed you move and threw the knife at your hand with enough force to pin it to the ground.

You screamed in agony as the knife dug through your skin and muscles, blood instantly welling up from the wound like a crimson fountain that spilled onto the black carpet to create a dark stain.

Jameson shoved a torn newspaper article in your face, forcing you to read it.

"Irish actor Jameson Jackson dies mysteriously at home after filming his one silent film, abruptly ending his promising career. He appeared to had been murdered by a knife, his throat slit and voice box removed by a person whose identity is still unknown." You read aloud, cringing at the gruesome details.

There was a picture of Jack's house next to the text, conforming your suspicions.

"You're a vengeful spirit." You stated, fighting to keep the terror from your voice to no avail.

Jameson didn't answer as he put the knife to your throat, the cool blade sending chills down your spine as you closer your eyes.

When you opened them, you saw Jameson glare at you before slotting you throat, encompassing you in darkness.

Meanwhile, Robin had already escaped thanks to your distraction, allowing him to return home.

He tried to tell others about what had happened, yet no one believed him no matter how many times he swore he was telling the truth.

They threw him in a mental asylum for the rest of his life, the doctors recalling how he constantly mumbled about being a murderer.

Chase's wife Stacy and his kids never answered the police when they called to tell them of Chase's demise since they had divorced and Chase had attempted to kill himself months ago, Schneep managing to save his life.

Robbie stayed in the woods around Jack's house, choosing to protect people from it by scaring them away.

Marvin had no known family and Schneep's wife had declared that she had loved her tennis instructor more than him.

When Jack's fan base was told of his death, many either took their own life or made tributes for him using music, art, amongst other things.

Your family sobbed when they heard of your death, none of them expecting you to be taken away so suddenly in such a horrible way.

And it was all because of who killed Jacksepticeye.

The End