It's been two days since the disappearance of (y/n) and neither mark nor jack were acting like themselves lately. Mark acting worse out of the two for obvious reasons. No sleep for two days straight, and barely eating will change you both physicly and mentally. At one point Ethan walked in the kitchen to see mark blankly poring milk on the counter while his bowl was a good foot away. Another time mark had found jack dosing off while recording a video. Mark and jack had made a video together, announcing (y/n)'s disappearance, and asked if anyone who lived in the area had seen him, they had reported it on all social media, and even had a few Youtube friends announce it on their channels to boost the message. Everyone assured mark constantly that he was doing all he could. He didn't believe them for a second. He had it on his mind constantly, how could he do more? He just wanted his boyfriend back. Why did this happen to him? These kidnap stories all ways happen the other people. Not his (y/n). Mark was currently at his desk, trying to eat something before he got any worse. He was trying to choke down some pancakes that jack made earlier for every one. Mark felt so bad for jack, who had been in America staying over for about a week and has already had to deal with the abduction of (y/n). Mark clutched his phone in his hand constantly, just encase the search called or he got any tips. A few of his subscribers talked about all the sketchy old buildings around where he lived and mark would suggest those places to the cops.

(Time skeep)

As mark was finally eating properly, (it was like ten o'clock at night), another thought popped in his head, "has (y/n) been eating? Was he slowly starving to death somewhere in a back ally? All mangled up? Is he dead already? Its been practicly three days since he went missing.... The only thing they have is the record of the supposed Vincent, who is actually a really famous criminal. That makes him feel sooo much better. Mark goes over to the trash and spits out his food before he throws up. He looks up to see the worried face of jack.

"You okay?" jack asked worriedly, stepping in from the doorway.

"No..." mark replied, wiping his mouth and tearing up.

Jack and mark both embraced each other in a hug, mark breaking to sobs on jacks shoulder. Jack tried to keep it together for marks sake. Eventually jack guided mark to the couch and put on a movie for mark to fall asleep to, or if not, just watch it to get his mind off things for a while. Mark thanked him and jack took a seat in an armchair by the couch, to watch over mark.

Jack soon heard a soft snore from mark and smiled tiredly. It has been a llloooonnnggg three days.

~((Y/n) POV)~

I have no clue how long its been since I was brought here but it felt like an eternity. All my clothes were replaced after the last day of Vincent's sick game. Each day was hell. I had scars all over me now, my legs, arms, chest, stomach, hands, even my back. Bite marks were still there and my right leg had been freshly broken. The worst thing on my face was some bites on my neck and chin with a few hickeys to spare. I trembled as Vincent had just got done with me and suddenly had to leave very fast. I felt faint as I was losing a lot of blood and I hadn't eaten or drank water since I got kidnapped. I soon started fading and it all went black.

~(Mark centered 3rd pov)~

Mark woke up with a start as he heard his ringtone going off. He jolted up swiftly and answered his phone.

"Hello this is mark." he answered with a tired but hopeful voice.

"Yes hello mister Fischback, we have found the suspect and are looking for the location of the victim. We will get back to you when he has been successfully located." The man on the other line informed, Mark felt tears form in his eyes.

"T-thank you s-sir." was all mark could stutter out before he hung up. They would soon find (y/n), the scary thing is that he didn't know the condition (y/n) would be in when found. This troubled him very much.

~(Vincent's pov oOoOoh ;))~

(Y/n) and I's play time came to an end to soon in my opinion as I left the room swiftly. I ran to the grocery store and went to the hardwear section. So many wonderful tools, all silver and sharp to a point! I happily grabbed a small chisel, and made my way to the check out line. Before I left I made sure I cleaned the blood off of me. It was always a fun game to be honest! I'd commit a crime, then the coppers would try to catch me! No one ever did.

An older looking man stood in the checkout both and I set my chisel and two bags of candy on the conveyor belt, I love candy. He rung it all up quickly and pressed a few buttons, I didn't really pay attention as to which. He handed me my bag, then I heard a loud noise over head, like an alarm of some sort. I ran for the door, only to be confronted by about ten police cars and more on their way. Officers all around me were armed and loaded, and one particularly tall and intimidating stood in the middle

"Put your weapons down and rise your hands above your head." the police officer demanded loudly.

Whelp, looks like the game is finally up! I guess (y/n) was lucky he was my last victim! I set down my bag slowly and lift my arms towards the sky. A bright smile creeps up my face as a team of officers marches over and pins me down, I laugh as they chain me up and pick me up off the pavement. I am thrown in a police car and it gets locked.

IT WAS FUN WHILE IT LASTED MM?