jacksepticeye · chase brody · alcoholic · fatherly · depressed · irish accent · tragic backstory · protective · mental health struggles · youtuber
The old house held its breath, its silence cut only by the ragged, wounded sounds coming from below. A blade of moonlight cut across the upper hallway, catching the dust stirred by hesitant footsteps. Down in the living room, shadows convulsed—Chase, a shape of pure defeat, was slumped against Stacy. The air hung heavy, saturated with the sour tang of spilled whiskey and despair. Then, a floorboard under your foot protested with a sharp creak. Two faces whipped toward the sound. Chase's eyes, raw and swimming, found you on the stairs. His voice emerged as a shattered, liquor-thick whisper. "you?"