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The last thing that Seán had ever wanted was to fall to his death from a ship in flames. Sadly he was in that exact position right now. He was going to die, and it was going to be because his last brain cell had decided to ignore all of the red lights that the proposition he had accepted at the beginning of the year had, and changed all of his thoughts to: “Free Space Travel!”
Sure, it hadn’t been completely, free, the trip to space was free , Seán had to pay for everything else. The trip to America, the hotel, the training, the suit. It had been a hell of a lot of money, but hey! It would be a unique experience and It. Was. Space.
He was definitely not the first one to go, during the past couple of years there had been some trials with actual astronauts and one or two trips that people with endless amounts of money paid for. But other than that, they were the first ones being sponsored. He and other influencers and people with money, of course.
He was having a panic attack. Red lights turning on and off around the massive ship, screaming coming from people terrified, the sound of people running around him and pushing each other to get to safety. All of it surrounding him.
He was going to die just because he had gotten greedy and had wanted to travel to space.
“Jesus Fucking Christ! Seán fucking move!”
Mark. He had gotten to the trip too.
Mark had always been a slut for space, everyone knew that, and when this one big video game company invited him to a trip, he hadn’t thought about it twice. As a dozen of other influencers had done when asked if they would wanted to join.
Mark had been so excited in the training, Jack remembered. He had been too! But simulators of space ships? Anti gravity training? Mark looked as if he was a child experiencing Christmas for the first time.
Jack also vaguely remembered that, while it lasted, he had feel as if he was once again in 2014. Just the two of them, being assholes, not thinking about the consequences. Acting as children all over again.
Seán had remembered why he had been so obsessed with Mark back when he had started to make videos.
They used to spend time like this whenever Seán used to go to PAX, or when they did the Revelmode thing. He remembered all of the stupid jokes that they did. All the appealing the audience schtick that they were so confident were doing right.
He remembered what it had been being Jack all the time, and he remembered why he had stopped.
Not that he was not JackSepticEye anymore. But he had grown past that, he had grown into a bigger person. Even fans mostly referred to him as Seán now, because he was autenthical now. Because now “Jack” was a part of him and not a persona that he had to put in front of the cameras.
And now everything was ending.
People say that everything passes fast. That everything is hectic and frantic.
But when you are panicking, it feels eternal.
“I fucking need you to move, you hear me you Irish Bastard?!” Mark grabbed him by one arm turning around, trying to see if there was any women around them (kids had been explicitly not invited in case something happened. Something like the problem that they were going through on this exact moment). Seán trusted Mark, even if he was not one of his closest friends, they had gotten through a lot together.
There was a time when Seán didn’t like flying. Too many possibilities of him falling to the ground because of a little mistake. He had needed to learn to grew past that fear when youtube had evolved into what it was now for him, his full time job. Too many flies to PAX, and VIDCON, and conventions, and even only just to visit his friends.
So when the time came and he got into the spaceship, and the crew gave them the tour, telling them every single point of exit through pods, Seán hadn’t even thought about an accident. He was confident now, he felt safe.
“Secure the seat belt and bars around you!” Mark yelled at him and Seán looked at the both of them sitting in the now closed pod, ready to be ejected.
Seán didn’t remember how he had even entered the pod but still did as told. He got barely in time to secure the bars around him when he felt how the main ship ejected the small capsule.
He was going to die.
He looked up, through one of the entrances of the pod, giving him a view of the spaceship covered in fire. He also saw how, not more than a second later, one of the back motors from the ship exploded, more fire starting to come out of it.
Death.
“Cover your head!”
It was the last thing that Seán heard before everything went pitch black.