"tOP OF THE-"

"Ha, Jack's voice cracked so bad on the intro again!"

"Shut up Anti, Jack's trying to make a video!"

"Fuck you Jackaboy!"

Jack let out a long weary sigh as he cut the recording, making a mental note to tell Robin to edit that part out as he ran his hands through his fluffy chocolate brown hair in exasperation.

Jackaboy-Man, usually called Jackaboy for simplicity's sake, and Anti were fighting once again like they usually did, Jack praying that they wouldn't destroy anything like last time.

"I love having the egos here, but sometimes I wish I could have some fucking peace for once." Jack growled under his breath.

Jack was startled out of his thoughts by a thump on the door that Jack guessed was supposed to be knocking, the Irishman getting up out of his chair and unlocking the door of his recording room before swinging it open.

"Robbie no like fighting, Robbie want fighting stop." Robbie whined, the zombie sitting on the floor looking up at Jack as he reached out to hang on the Irishman's leg.

"Have you talked to Chase, JJ, Schneep, or Marvin yet to see if they can help? I'm kinda busy right now bud." Jack grunted, the zombie clutching onto Jack's leg as he managed to slowly limp out of the room into the hall.

As soon as he left his recording room, a familiar black handled kitchen knife whizzed by his head, missing his face by mere inches and embedding itself into the door at the end of the hall.

"The fuck is happening?!" Chase shouted as he opened the door, noticing the knife stuck in his door and darting out to grab Robbie, ducking back inside his room with the zombie to avoid getting involved in the conflict.

"For fucks sake you two, stop fighting!" Jack shouted down the hall at Anti and Jackaboy, the pair currently wrestling each other in the living room and knocking down furniture in the process.

"It's like dealing with children, but worse since they're powerful adults." Jack muttered under his breath as he started to walk towards them, Marvin finally noticing the commotion and opening the door of his room.

"Let me help Jack, I can take care of this." Marvin spoke up helpfully as he poked his head out, the magician leaving his room with his wand in hand.

"Thanks Marv, you're truly magnificent!" Jack called out as he stepped back into the recording room while Marvin strode down the hall towards the fighting duo, his black cape fluttering out behind him.

Jack could hear Anti storm down the hall and grab his knife out of the door while Marvin, Jackaboy, and Anti yelled at each other, Jack shutting himself into his recording room to try and record a video once more and muffle their voices.

"Okay, take two." Jack cleared his throat, warming up his voice so he didn't have another voice crack in his intro.

"TOP OF THE-"

"Jack, I can't get them to stop!"

Jack shut off his camera again with an exaggerated eye roll, the Irishman turning in his chair to look at Marvin with his hands clasped in his lap to keep him from tearing his hair out in frustration.

Marvin had a shallow knife wound that ran from the top of his his chest to his stomach, his arm wrapped around the wound with crimson droplets of blood dripping onto the floor.

"Go talk to Schneep and have him patch you up." Jack directed gently, the magician nodding weakly as he staggered off to Schneep's room.

By the time Jack emerged from his room once more, Chase and Jameson were struggling to hold Anti and Jackaboy away from each other, Chase holding Jackaboy back by the hood of his red jumpsuit while JJ held Anti back by keeping his arms behind his back.

Anti's knife was lying on the floor several feet away from him and he had a dark purple bruise developing on his cheek while Jackaboy had several tears in his red jumpsuit, a small scratch on his forehead creating a bead of blood on his face.

"Sorry we took so long Jack, JJ was asleep and I was watching over Robbie so he didn't get hurt." Chase apologized with a grimace as he fought to keep Jackaboy under control.

"Thanks guys." Jack told Chase and JJ, the Irishman glaring at Jackaboy and Anti with enough intensity to make them finally stop struggling.

"Anti was bothering you, I was just trying to help!" Jackaboy protested fiercely, Anti growling quietly in response.

"You didn't have to punch me in the fucking face you asshole!" Anti snapped angrily.

"Anti does have a point-"

"Ha, take that asshat!" Anti crowed victoriously with a smug grin, Jackaboy lunging towards the demon with a snarl.

"But you shouldn't of interrupted my recording." Jack added tersely, Anti's grin shifting into a deep scowl while Jackaboy laughed in his face.

"You both were wrong, just stop being children for like ten minutes and apologize to each other so I can try to record something." Jack pleaded, Jackaboy's gaze falling to the floor while Anti glowered at the hero.

"I...I'm....sorry." Jackaboy mumbled reluctantly, Chase releasing his hold on the hero's hood and patting his back comfortingly.

"I'm not apologizing for shit." Anti huffed defiantly, Jackaboy storming off into his room and slamming the door shut behind him before Jack could force Anti to apologize.

"I'll let it go for now, but you still need to apologize to Jackaboy." Jack told Anti sternly, JJ letting Anti go as Jack walked off to see Schneep and Marvin.

"Hey Schneep, is Marvin going to be okay?" Jack asked the doctor as he entered the room next to his recording room.

The German's white walled room had a single cot on one side of the room that was currently being occupied by a shirtless Marvin, a desk by the end of the cot, and a bed on the other side of the room.

"He vill be fine." Schneep promised, making sure that the bandage wrap was secure over the wound before he helped Marvin put on a clean pale blue shirt.

"Once I rest up a bit, I can heal faster with my magic." Marvin assured Jack, wincing as he laid back down on the cot and closed his eyes.

"That's fine. I gotta go get groceries so we can have food that isn't leftover pizza for lunch, then I'll record a video. Can I trust you to keep the house from being destroyed while I'm gone?" Jack asked Schneep.

"Consider zhe house vell protected vhile you are gone." Schneep stated confidently, the German clapping a hand on Jack's back.

"Great, you still have the phone I gave you for emergencies?" Jack replied, Schneep nodding in response as he retrieved the ancient flip phone from his lab coat pocket.

"I'll be back in no later than thirty minutes." Jack told Schneep, leaving the room and heading towards the front door with his phone and wallet in his pants pockets.

"Jack! Robbie want Jack stay!" Robbie cried as he scampered out of Chase's room on his hands and feet like an animal, tugging on Jack's hand to prevent him from reaching the door.

"I promise I'll be back soon Robbie, it'll be okay." Jack assured the zombie with a smile as he knelt down on one knee and hugged Robbie, ruffling his pastel purple hair before standing up and leaving the house.

"Finally, now I can actually hear my own fucking thoughts!" Anti exclaimed in relief from where he was laying on the couch in the living room as he stood up and retrieved his knife, cleaning Marvin and Jackaboy's blood off of the blade with the hem of his black t-shirt.

Jackaboy was still in his room while JJ was in the kitchen making a cup of tea, Chase back in his room to continue perfecting his trick shots with Robbie following him like a lost puppy.

"I want food now." Anti declared, striding into the kitchen as JJ poured himself a cup of tea to help him relax and sat at the table.

Anti opened the fridge and looked through the contents for anything, but wasn't surprised to find nothing except pineapple pizza left over from two days ago and a couple bottles of water.

"Hey JJ, can't you create food or something?" Anti questioned the mute, JJ ignoring him as he blew on his tea to cool it faster before taking a sip.

"JJ!" Anti shouted impatiently, smacking JJ's hand that was holding the mug to make hot tea spill over him.

The dapper male's mouth opened in a silent cry of pain as he quickly stood up, placing the now empty mug on the table so he could get a towel.

"Just talk to me, okay?" Anti demanded, earning a glower from the mute as he tossed down the now tea stained towel on the kitchen counter, his hands moving in a blur.

"I know Jack said he didn't want you creating stuff since that'd make other people suspicious, but c'mon! Jack isn't here, he doesn't have to know." Anti pointed out.

JJ shook his head as he put the kettle back on so he could try to make another cup of tea, the dapper male leaving the room before Anti could stop him.

"Fine, I'll just go talk to the others and see if they have anything." Anti grumbled sourly as he left the room and went to Chase's room down at the end of the hall.

"Chase, do you have any food? I'm fucking starving!" Anti complained through the door, the male opening it a crack to look at Anti warily.

Anti could see Robbie chewing on a handful of colorful foam darts in the background, drool dripping from his mouth as the zombie smiled at Anti. 

"Jack literally just went out to get food, wait for him and go the fuck away." Chase stated, starting to close the door in Anti's face until the demon put his foot in the way.

"You really think you can get rid of me that easily?" Anti chuckled, Chase rolling his eyes as he opened the door wider and kicked Anti hard in the chest, causing the surprised demon to stagger back enough so Chase could slam the door in Anti's face.

"Fine, hide in your room then coward!" Anti retorted bitterly as he looked at the different rooms that lined the hall.

There was Marvin's room that was next to Anti's or Schneep's room that was located by Jack's recording room, Marvin's room currently empty and easy to look through while Schneep always had something in his room for when people were sick.

"Schneep's it is then." Anti decided, knocking on the door until Schneep finally came to answer it while muttering curse words in German under his breath.

"Vhatever you vant, I'm not giving it to you Anti!" Schneep yelled through the door, refusing to open it.

"How-"

"I know it's you because you are zhe only one zhat consistently likes to bother me." Schneep interrupted Anti, annoyance evident in his tone.

"I just want food Doc." Anti told Schneep as he jiggled the doorknob, unsurprised to find it locked.

"Zhis motherfucker." Schneep muttered as he slid a couple small packages of saltine crackers under the door, the German quickly retreating from the door to return to his work.

Anti scooped up the crackers with a smug smile, devouring them in seconds as he went into his room and flopped down onto his bed face up.

"Why is Jack taking so long?" Anti groaned out of boredom as he looked up at the glow in the dark stars he had taped to the ceiling, his hands resting behind his head as he closed his eyes.

"Anti, you need to wake up now."

Anti's pitch black eyes snapped open to look at Jackaboy, the hero's expression grim as he stood at the end of Anti's bed.

"The fuck you want super zero?" Anti yawned groggily, slowly sitting and stretching his arms high over his head with a soft pop.

"It's Jack...it's been almost an hour since he left." Jackaboy stated nervously, Anti falling back into his pillow.

"He's fine, he's probably just talking to some fan he met at the store or some other bullshit." Anti replied sleepily, rolling over on his side so he was facing the black wall of his room and closing his eyes again.

"Either way, he hasn't answered his phone when I tried calling him, so we're all meeting in the living room to talk." Jackaboy added, scooping Anti up out of bed in his arms bridal style before slinging him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Hey, put me down you hairy bitch!" Anti protested furiously, beating on Jackaboy's back with his fists until he was dumped onto the couch in the living room between Marvin and JJ, Robbie sitting at their feet next to Chase.

"I've tried calling Jack multiple times, but he hasn't answered. Vhat should ve do?" Schneep asked the group from where he was perched on the arm of the couch, the emergency phone Jack gave them in hand.

"We can't leave the house, so there's not much we can do." Chase spoke up with a thoughtful frown.

"We-"

Jackaboy was cut off by the phone ringing in Schneep's hand, Anti shooting an "I told you so" look at the hero as the German answered the phone.

"Jack! Are you-"

Schneep abruptly broke off as his face turned deathly pale, his hand clutching the phone hard enough to turn his knuckles white as he held the phone out towards the group and put the call on speaker.

"What is your name?" An unfamiliar male voice asked on the phone, the egos exchanging confused glances as Chase finally answered since he had the most common name and normal voice.

"Chase Brody."

"I'm a paramedic and found this phone in the pocket of a man named Seàn McLoughlin. He has brown hair and blue eyes and is dressed in jeans, a black and green shirt, and a black hoodie. Do you know this man?" The voice continued.

"Yes." Chase answered softly, biting his lower lip.

"I'm sorry to tell you that there was an accident involving a drunk driver speeding through a red light and hitting Seàn at thirty-five miles an hour as he was crossing the street. He's being moved to Royal Sussex County Hospital for treatment as we speak."

The egos sat in stunned silence as they absorbed the information, none of them sure what to do as the person on the other end of the phone ended the call.

"Fuck the rules, we have to see him." Marvin finally spoke up, his voice cracking with emotion as he looked at his counterparts.

"Ve can go in pairs. Jackaboy and I vill go visit Jack today vhile you guys vatch over zhe house and do vhat you can to keep zhis from zhe fans until Jack can tell zhem himself." Schneep declared.

"No, I want to see him now!" Chase blurted, his eyes sparkling with tears as he shot up off of the floor in protest.

"Chase..." Schneep trailed off, falling silent as he held his head in his hands and took a shaky deep breath.

"Why don't we all go see him today, then we can visit him in pairs throughout his healing period?" Anti suggested casually with a shrug, Chase's expression brightening.

"Okay...we can do that." Marvin agreed, taking his wand and healing the cut on his chest before opening a portal.

"What are you doing?!" Jackaboy hissed.

"I'm going to see Jack the quick and easy way. If you want to see him now, come with me. If not," Marvin paused as he looked at Anti.

"Try to keep from destroying the house while I'm gone."

Now I need your help readers. Give me a character (or yourself if you want) with an illness, physical or mental, and pair them with a JSE ego that they'd love to see. You'll understand why later.