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Jack woke up and immediately grabbed for his phone. He looked at the time, ignoring the fact he seemed to have two missed calls. He winced when he saw it was almost 3 in the afternoon. Well, that’s what he gets for staying up all night. He sat up and stretched before getting ready for the day. He hurried as much as he could, excited to talk with Amanda again. As soon as he was done he practically ran to the kitchen and started knocking on the walls.

He listened closing for any footsteps or her voice, but frowned when he didn’t hear anything. He grabbed his chair and looked in the vent, but didn’t see her in there either.

“Amanda!” Had she left? After everything the night, er that morning, would she just leave?

“Amanda!” He hopped off the chair and started looking around.

Amanda, meanwhile, was sitting inside the walls behind the kitchen cupboards munching on some cheerios she had borrowed early this morning while Jack was still fast asleep. Amanda had always been more of a morning borrower, which for once had worked out in her favor.

Amanda listened to the knocks echoing throughout the walls and Jack’s loud voice calling her name. It was so strange to hear her name coming from a human bean.

Amanda frowned. She hadn’t technically promised to come back, and even if she had Amanda was pretty sure she could live with the guilt of lying to a human.

“Come on Amanda! Please! I just want to talk!” Jack looked around a bit more before collapsing into one of the chairs. Maybe she really had left. Or she had been a coffee, sleep deprived hallucination. But he was pretty sure that wasn’t it. Still, he probably shouldn’t be surprised if she left.

He thought for a moment before getting up and looking in the fridge. Maybe he could get her to come out with the promise of a hot cooked meal.

Amanda heard the knocking and calling of her name die down. Had Jack really stopped searching for her? Amanda couldn’t decide if she was offended or relieved.

Amanda packed up the rest of her cheerios and began to climb inside the walls back up to the vent where she could watch Jack. For a moment Amanda thought about switching locations since Jack had seen her here already, but Amanda figured it was still a safe spot. After all, if he came too close Amanda could just dash back into the walls.

Nevertheless, Amanda laid down on her stomach in the vent to help prevent being spotted. A heavenly aroma wafted up and looking down Amanda spotted the familiar sight of boiled potatoes. Amanda had always loved potatoes because they were good even cold and could store for a while.

Jack finished putting the potatoes on a plate and set them on the counter. He bit his lip, hoping this would work.

“Uh oh!” He cried in a very fake voice. “It looks like I made too much food! Whatever will I do!”

Amanda rolled her eyes and cringed. She should have known a human bean wouldn’t give up looking for a borrower so easily.

After nothing happened Jack pouted before another idea popped into his head. He took out a fork and took a bite.

“Oh! It’s so good! I’ve really outdone myself this time!” He paused, listening with bated breath.

Amanda sighed, facepalming with second hand embarrassment. What, did he really expect this to work? How dumb did he think she was?

Jack sighed after a bit and dropped the act. He groaned and face planted on the counter.

“Come on Amanda! I’m trying here! Please!” His shouts were slightly muffled by the counter.

“Oh this is absolutely pathetic.” Amanda whispered to herself. She pushed herself off the ground and decided it wouldn’t hurt to talk to him from the vent again. She paused, trying to figure out what to say.

“Hey!” She yelled out to get his attention, cupping her hands around her mouth.

Jack lifted his head with a start, eyes toward the vent.

“Amanda?”

“Who else would it be?” Amanda joked, continuously trying to convince herself this was a good idea.

“Amanda! You came back!” He thought about going up near the vent again, but decided against it. He didn’t want her to leave.

“Um...Potatoes?” He motioned to the plate.

Amanda considered it. The possibility of eating warm food was tempting, but the idea of being out in the open near Jack was not. Amanda imagined watching Jack shovel forkfuls of food larger than her body into her mouth as she had to sit by and watch, hoping she wasn’t next on the fork. Amanda shuddered, terrified at the thought.

“I’ll grab some later.” Amanda replied, deciding against it.

“Oh.” Jack frowned, but he kind of expected it. “Some other time then.” He set the plate aside.

“Well, I am glad you came back.”

“Yeah, well…” Amanda rubbed the back of her neck. “So, let’s just get into it then. You had questions, right?”

“Right, right. Uh…” Now that he could ask, his mind seemed to have drawn a blank. “Um...so, you’re a borrower right? What’s-What’s that like?”

“I mean, it’s alright.” Amanda said. “I don’t really have anything else to compare it to, but it would definitely be easier to be human because there’s a whole lot of danger when you’re my size. And you’ve gotta be really active because it takes a lot of strength to climb up places, not to mention it takes forever to get anywhere.”

“I bet. Don’t think I could ever do any of that.” He chuckled. “So, did you live at the hotel? How did you even get into my bag?” That particular question had been bugging him. How had he not noticed a tiny girl get into his bag?

“I climbed in when you set it down.” Amanda answered honestly, taking care not to mention Allison. “You had grabbed my hook and I wanted it back.”

Jack blinked. “Your hook? Oh! So that’s what that thing was.” He frowned. “Why was it outside our door?”

“Well I kinda sorta was being chased.” Amanda said. “And when I ran to go hide I accidentally dropped it.”

“Chased. By Dan right?” Jack asked. Remembering seeing Dan right before finding the hook.

“Yup, I think that was his name anyways.” Amanda recalled the incredibly tall, lanky human intent on finding her.

“Yeah. We don’t know each other well, but I would still consider us friends.” Jack shrugged and looked off to the side for a moment before realizing something.

“Wait! Hold on, I’ll be right back!” Jack started to leave, before stopping for a moment. “Please don’t leave.” He said before heading into his room and checking his phone. Just as he thought he had a missed call from Dan. But he also had a missed call from Mark. He bit his lip.

Hey guys! It’s that time of the year again where youtubers go nuts with their evil egos, aka halloween. I wanted to do something G/t for at least one of the evil sides, but I couldn’t decide which one. 

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 Jack checked the trap soon after hanging up the phone with Mark. He bit his lip, thinking if it was a good idea or not. But he decided to leave it, it wasn’t like it was hurting anyone. After going through the house for what felt like the hundredth time, Jack took a seat at the table and checked the time. He winced when he saw it was nearly 4 am.

 He debated on whether or not to go to bed, but decided against it. Instead taking out his laptop. He had made it this far, why should he quit now. He opened it up to google and typed in ‘tiny people’ in the search bar. Not much stuff came up, but something did catch his eye a few pages in. He clicked the link and read the wiki article. From what he knew of the tiny person, this all seemed to check out.

 He got up and walked around again this time calling out.

 “Hey! It’s okay little borrower. I’m not gonna hurtcha! Please come out!”

 Amanda stared wide-eyed through the vent at the human who refused to sleep. How did he know what she was? She had been drifting in and out of consciousness, debating back and forth between her need to borrow food and her need to sleep, but suddenly Amanda was wide awake once again. Her curiosity began to eat away at her. It was easy to ignore the temptation of a stale cookie in a box trap, but Amanda’s curiosity had always gotten her into trouble. And, now that she was sleep-deprived and lacked Allison to keep her from making brash decisions, Amanda was afraid she was going to do something stupid.

 “Please, I’m really not going to hurt you. I won’t even grab you! I’ll stay away, I really just want to talk.” He remembered reading that borrowers did not like being grabbed, which made sense. It also mentioned things about keeping the borrowers secret and stuff like that, although Jack had already broken that rule. Whoops.

 The website had also said to keep his voice gentle and not too loud. Which he was trying his best to do. He hoped it was working.

 Amanda walked closer to the vent cover. She, like all good borrowers, knew it wasn’t safe to trust humans. They would pretend to be your friend or be all kind but sooner or later they’d grab for you or squish you or sell you off or one of hundreds of other kinds of horrible fates.

 At the same time, Amanda wasn’t planning on staying here long anyways, so would there really be any harm in showing herself for a little while? She had already been seen, and humans tended to be nice in the beginning. Not to mention, here she couldn’t put Allison at risk too. Only her own life was on the line, something Amanda had never valued much anyways. She tended to be reckless.

 Amanda looked around the kitchen, trying to find the perfect spot to talk without being in arm’s reach. She supposed this spot was as good as any, if not a little ways above Jack’s head.

 “H-hhey.” Amanda cleared her throat, hating how her voice shook. Her body was clearly struggling to fight against her borrower instincts.

 “Hey!” Amanda called out at loud as she was able.

 Jack quickly turned around, startled at the sudden voice. His eyes scanned the kitchen until they settled above the cupboards. He could just barely make out a small figure in the vent. He smiled wide, forgetting to be gentle for a moment.

 “Whoa! So ye can talk! Was I right, are you a borrower?” He asked excitedly, he assumes he was right if she was out and talking to him finally.

 “Uh, y-yeah.” Amanda said more quietly, her confidence dwindling as those eyes were staring her down. An excited human was not a safe human.

 Jack noticed the tremor in her voice and finally realized he might be acting a little to eccentric. He did his best to tone himself down, letting his shoulders relax and his smile drop down to a more comforting one.

 “Ah, sorry. I’m just happy you decided to come out. I’m Jack! What’s your name?” He kept his voice as quiet and soft as he could, hoping it would help.

 Amanda, while thankful for his more calm demeanor, did not appreciate the idea of being pitied. And should she tell her name? Well frankly she shouldn’t be telling him anything. But if she was already breaking the rules, did that mean she could tell him everything? Trying to do the right thing made her head hurt.

 “I’m Amanda.” She said, louder than before. “And how did you know what I am?”

 “The internet.” Jack shrugged and grabbed his laptop, turning it around so Amanda could see. “I searched tiny people and that was one of the things that came up. Apparently it’s a book series? That’s where most of the information comes from anyway.” He shrugs again and sets down the laptop.

 “Oh.” Amanda rolled her eyes. She should have guessed the internet, humans tended to get all of their information from there anyway.

 “Alright, cool.” Amanda said, more to herself than to Jack. She walked away from the vent back into the walls. She got her question answered, now she just wanted to sleep.

 Jack noticed Amanda start to retreat and his eyes widened in a panic. “Wait! Where are ye going!” Before he could properly think his actions through, Jack was grabbing a chair and scooting it over so he could stand on it. Now being more or less eye level with the vent and Amanda.

 “Please don’t go!”

 “Ah!” Amanda fell down backwards, startled by Jack’s giant face suddenly filling her vision. Her heart was racing a million miles a minute and she hoped it didn’t show. Right now Amanda was just grateful for the vent cover between them.

 “What do you want?” Amanda asked, trying to sound more annoyed than afraid.

 “I, um, just...don’t want you to leave?” Jack again realized he might have been a little eccentric in suddenly coming closer. Whoops.

 “I have so many questions. Like, are you from the hotel? Was Dan talking about you?”

 “Um…” Amanda was once again unsure what she should tell him, as they were getting dangerously close to getting Allison involved in her mistakes. Amanda let out a yawn, reminding her of what time it was.

 “How about...Jack, was it?” Amanda asked, pretending not to know.

 “Yeah.”

 “Jack, how about we just both go to bed?” Amanda suggested. “We’re both tired, I’ve seen you yawning too for the past few hours. We’ll get some good sleep and in the morning-” Amanda paused, knowing Jack wouldn’t agree without this next part. That didn’t mean Amanda had to like it. “- in the morning I’ll come back and answer your questions. Okay?”

 Allison tried hard not to think about the events that just transpired as she hid herself within the folds of Mark’s clothes. She heard Mark’s footsteps as he got closer and then her world flipped over as he grabbed the luggage. She quickly gained her bearings and felt the gentle swing as Mark walked, most likely out of the room.

 If she remembered correctly, it hadn’t been too long a trip from Mark’s house to the hotel. He would probably get home within the hour and then Allison would have to be quick to jump out and get back in the walls. From there, well...Allison would cross that bridge when she got there. For now, she just focused on the gentle sway and buried herself in Mark’s flannel.

 The soft murmur of voices soon turned into loud traffic noises. Allison was thankful the clothes and luggage dulled the sound, or she might have gone deaf. A sudden jolt told Allison that Mark had set the luggage down, before it was lifted again and maneuvered in a horizontal way. The traffic noises quieted and Allison concluded that they were now in the car.

 There was a steady hum as Allison got comfortable. She focused on nothing else, but the white noise as the hour in the car passed by slowly. Every few minutes she felt a slight shift, which she could only assume was caused by Mark. But other than that it was an uneventful ride.

 Eventually, the hum died down and the luggage was once again being moved as Mark made his way out of the car. As Mark walked closer to his home, Allison sunk deeper into the clothes. It felt wrong coming home without Amanda. She wasn’t even inside yet and it already felt empty without her. What was she gonna do?

 The click of the front door opening and then closing was not as welcome of a sound as it would have been with Amanda with her. Mark walked through the house and then stopped. Based on the movements and the direction, she assumes they were in Mark’s bedroom. Her container was then hoisted and lifted up onto the bed. She held back a yelp as the luggage hit the bed, bouncing slightly.

 Allison prepared herself to run the second Mark’s eyes were away, probably when he was putting away a piece of clothing. But then she heard his footsteps walk away, until they faded into the distance. Leaving the luggage zipped tight and Allison stuck.

 Great.

 Amanda sat amongst the jostling clothing items, trying to comprehend everything. Listening to the sound of a car all around her Amanda could imagine that Jack was on his way home, still unsuspecting of his tiny passenger. If not for the fact that she couldn’t get the sight of Jack’s giant shocked expression looming over her. Amanda shuddered.

 She still couldn’t believe she had been seen. Before even reaching the house, for crying out loud! Amanda had never screwed up so early. Of course Amanda, being reckless for a borrower, had had many close calls in her borrowing years. Allison was constantly nagging her to be more careful.

 Allison...Amanda shook her head. Though she missed her friend this was no time to worry about Allison. Amanda had enough problems of her own, especially one very strange green-haired problem.

 Amanda knew that she had been ‘trapped’ before in the backpack, but now it was different. Now she knew the human was consciously keeping her in his bag. Amanda’s stomach twisted into knots as her mind began to entertain all the awful ideas of what Jack had in store for her. Was she meant to be kept as a pet? A lab rat? A trinket? Maybe he wasn’t going to keep her at all and instead sell her to some creep off the internet. Amanda’s thoughts suddenly flicked back to Dan, the human being she definitely pissed off at the hotel.

 Amanda shook those anxious thoughts from her head. She had been seen and that was it. She couldn’t just hide under the clothes and hope Jack left her alone, thinking it was his imagination. She needed to get out of here now.

 Carefully she stood amongst the mountain clothing. It was hard, especially because every few steps Amanda would lose her footing to the odd bump or shake of the bag caused by the car’s fast movements. Slowly Amanda managed to make it to the top. Reaching up on her tip-toes, Amanda yelped as a particularly large bump threw her to the ground, rolling down to hit the side of the backpack.

 “Sorry about tha’!” An unknown bean’s voice said, most likely the uber driver from what Amanda overheard. Amanda shuddered as the walls of the bag moved in, Jack clutching the bag tighter. Amanda quickly scrambled away from the walls. Had he heard her?

 More motivated than ever, Amanda scrambled to the top of the bag. She stood as tall as she could and grabbed the inside of one of the zippers. Slowly, carefully, Amanda began to guide the zipper down the track and open the pocket. Amanda kept an eye on the opening she was creating, expecting any second for one of Jack’s giant hands to reach in, fingers searching around for her little form, grasping around her middle when she had nowhere to run and plucking her from the illusion of safety…

 Amanda sped up her work. A sizable hole was forming, almost large enough for her to jump through. One more good pull ought to do it.

 Allison couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The human that Amanda and she had been living with for the past three years was staring right at her. She never thought this would happen and she was terrified. Her heart beat much too fast as she stood there, helpless.

 Chica whined, sensing the borrower’s fear as only a dog could. Giving a look up at her beloved Mark, Chica stuck her snout into the bag and gently grabbed Allison.

 Allison just barely saw Chica move out of the corner of her eye when she was suddenly in the air. “Whoa!” It took her a moment to realize that Chica had grabbed the back of her shirt and she was now hanging from the dog’s mouth. The movement seemed to jolt her out of her frozen fear and she started to squirm. Until she looked down and ceased once again. Curse her fear of heights.

 “Chica, no!” Mark tried to grab her, but Chica quickly trotted away towards the kitchen. Chica made her way to where the scent of tiny friends was strongest, putting Allison down on the counter near an outlet by the back corner that hid the entrance to their home.

 As Chica set her down, Allison fell to her knees in a daze. The ride and height of said ride had been a little much for the borrower. She didn’t even seem to realize where she was as she tried to gain her bearings.

 “Chica, bad!” Mark called out, sprinting into the kitchen thinking Chica had hurt her. He gently shoved Chica’s snout and paws off the counter, looming over Allison’s tiny form.

 Allison saw the shadow of the human move over her and she immediately stood. Without very much thinking she turned and bolted toward the outlet cover, running faster than she had ever before.

 “W-wait!” Mark quickly put his hands out to stop her, but he was too slow.

 Allison just barely dodged the incoming hand as she jumped into the outlet cover. She backed away, just enough to make sure he wouldn’t be able to reach in and slumped to the ground to catch her breath. That...that had been close.

 “Hey, come back!” Mark called out, trying to grab at her but his hand wouldn’t fit into the outlet. Now Mark understood Jack’s need to get the tiny girl out of the walls. Should he try a food trap too?

 Wait...it couldn’t be a coincidence that both he and Jack happened to find tiny girls at the same time, especially since Mark found this one in his suitcase. If both girls came from the hotel, it was likely they knew each other.

 “M-my friend has your friend!” Mark said, trying to keep the tiny girl’s attention and get her to come back.

 Allison’s breathing just about stopped. What did Mark mean by that? He couldn’t be talking about...He couldn’t be talking about Amanda? Could he? But then again, Jack was Mark’s friend. Allison gasped. Did that mean Amanda had been caught? She stayed frozen, listening to see if the human would say more.

 Mark sat in his office editing his newest video when suddenly his phone rang. Looking at the collar ID, he recognized his Irish friend.

 “Hey, Jack.” Mark greeted, glancing at the clock. “Wait, isn’t it like, super late for you right now?”

 “Yeah, about that…” After Dan’s phone call had failed, Jack decided to talk to the only other person he could think of. “I have something to tell ya, and it might sound crazy, but just hear me out.”

 “Alright, I’m listening.” Mark said, turning away from his computer to pay full attention to the conversation. “What’s up?”

 Jack took a breath, eyes continuing to glance around his house. Still on the lookout for the tiny girl. “I...Mark I found a tiny person inside my bag when I got off the plane.” He continued before Mark had a chance to speak.

 “It was a tiny girl and when I got home she ran off and now she’s loose inside my walls. I’m trying to find her, but I haven’t had much luck.”

 Mark blinked. “What.”

 Jack sighed. “A tiny person, Mark. A tiny girl to be more specific, is loose in my house.” He said it slower than before, trying to get Mark to understand and maybe even believe him.

 “No Jack, I heard you, I just…” Mark shook his head. “Seriously, how late is it over there? What the hell, man?” Mark couldn’t understand, Jack had never been the kind of person for prank phone calls. Not to mention, Jack sounded dead serious, which meant one of two things: Jack had officially lost it, or he was right.

 Mark wasn’t sure which answer was more likely.

 “I’m sorry, it’s gonna take me a minute to process this.” Mark said to Jack, getting up to fetch a glass of water.

 “Take your time dude, I’m still processing all this myself.” Jack sighed, taking another sip of coffee. It was a good thing he was used to long nights. “But I’m telling the truth, why would I make this up?”

 “I don’t know.” Mark sighed, taking a long sip. Why would Jack lie? Perhaps he should at least act like this was all real, because really there was no harm in playing along if Jack was insane.

 “Alright, so there’s a ...tiny girl loose in your walls.” Mark said. “So like, you saw it? How’d it get in there?”

 “Yeah I saw her, clear as day right in my bag and as she ran away from me at my house.” Jack thought for a moment as he stood up to walk through his house again. “I think she might have hitched a ride from the hotel? Dan mentioned tiny people while we were there and I think she might have been who he was talking about.” Jack could tell Mark still didn’t fully believe him, but maybe mentioning someone else who knew would help.

 “Dan?” Mark suddenly remembered watching Dan crawling along the hotel hallway floor at 2:00am murmuring about tiny people.

 “Okay, so why’d she hitchhike with you?” Mark asked, trying to figure out the details. “Can she talk?”

 “I’m not sure and I haven’t heard her speak, but that doesn’t mean she can’t. Again, she ran away pretty fast. I didn’t have time to ask any questions, that’s why I’m trying to find her.” He sighed as he reached the kitchen again. He put his cup of coffee down, and checked to see how long until the next pot was finished.

 “I even set out a small trap with food on it, but still no luck.” Jack sighed, leaning against the counter.

 “Wh...why would you do that?!” Mark rubbed at his forehead. “Geez Jack, if this is a creature that’s smart enough to stow away in your bag and get into your walls and you even can suspect could talk, why on earth would you want to trap it?!”

 “It’s just a simple box trap! It won’t hurt her and I’d let her out eventually.” Jack pouted, but couldn’t deny that Mark had a point. Still, how else was he gonna find her.

 “Jack…” Mark was interrupted by Chica barking in the other room. That was strange, Chica rarely barked.

 Allison sighed as she sunk more into Mark’s clothes. Waiting to hear Mark’s footsteps and mentally preparing herself as well as coming up with a plan for when Mark did come. Still, it had been a few hours now and Allison was getting bored. At least it was putting off her inevitable breakdown when she saw her home and was reminded that Amanda was no longer there. Allison let out a shaky sigh. Now was not the time.

 Chica sniffed at the air. She smelled something that had always been in the house but had disappeared for the last few days. Following the scent, she came upon Mark’s luggage. She snuffled her nose up against the edge.

 Allison was jostled slightly with a slight pressure up against the side of the luggage. She hadn’t heard any footsteps and Mark would have opened it by now. So what...Oh no. Allison had forgotten about Chica.

 It wasn’t that Chica was a bad dog, in fact she was fairly chill compared to others. But still, any animal was dangerous to people like her and they had made sure to stay away from Mark’s dog, just in case.

 If a dog could smile, Chica did once she recognized one of the strange tiny creatures hiding in Mark’s suitcase. Chica wagged her tail furiously, giving out a happy ‘woof’!

 “No, Chica, shoosh!” Allison whispered yelled, going up against the side of the suitcase she was sure Chica was at. “Please go away…” The borrower pleaded.

 Chica pressed her nose further into the fabric, giving a little whine. Why did she smell only one of her strange small friends? Where was the other one? She gave another bark.

 “Chica?” Mark walked into his room, having heard Chica’s barking. Chica looked up at him before sniffing at the bag again. “Chica, what’s gotten into you?” Mark walked over to his suitcase, pushing Chica gently to the side and kneeling down to open it.

 Allison’s plan flew out the window as she heard Mark enter the room and walk over to open the suitcase. She found herself frozen in fear as the human opened the case, looking inside.

 Mark’s eyes traversed the contents of his luggage, trying to find the source of Chica’s interest. His eyes suddenly landed on Allison, and he froze.

Jack grabbed his bag as soon as the plane landed. He looked out the window, seeing the rain coming down from grey filled skies. He couldn’t help but smile and the familiarity. He started off the plane, swinging his bag over his shoulder. He headed straight for his luggage and then for the security. He wanted to get this over and done with as soon as possible. He could use a good rest after three days of vidcon.

He placed his luggage on the belt, but took his bag with him, since it was small enough. He got in the line and was soon at the front. The security guard stopped him before he could pass through the scan.

“Bags here, sir.” A man with a name tag reading the name ‘Theo’ instructed him, pointing to a conveyor belt.

“Oh, ah okay.” Jack sent down his bag on the belt and stood there a little awkwardly. Not knowing if he was supposed to wait for his bag or not.

A second security guard named “Veronica” watched the bag go through the X-ray, keeping an eye out for suspicious items. The bag seemed normal, until it…wasn’t. Veronica blinked, but still there on the screen appeared to be a tiny person-like creature moving around in the bag. Occasionally pets or other creatures were found in luggage, but never quite like this.

“Have him step aside, Theo.” Veronica called out to her partner across the way, grabbing the bag and heading to the back room for further investigation.

“Sir, you’re gonna have to come with me.” Theo instructed Jack.

“W-what?” Well this had never happened before. He followed Theo into the backroom where Veronica was already waiting. The bag was still closed and Jack had to wonder what was going on.

“Is there a problem?” Jack asked.

Veronica blinked, recognizing the man who stood before her as she had spent many hours of her youth watching him. “You’re Jacksepticeye!”

Jack blinked and then broke out into a hug grin. He was always happy to see a fan. “Heh, yeah that’s me!” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Really, Veronica?” Theo looked annoyed. “You’re supposed to stay professional, is that why he’s back here?”

“Uh…” Veronica now felt torn between admitting she imagined she saw a tiny person or lying to say she just wanted to see Jacksepticeye. She chose the socially acceptable answer.

“I’m sorry, it’s just…I’m a really big fan.” Veronica made sure to look sheepish. Theo glared at her. “Well, that and I thought I saw a tiny person in your bag.”

Amanda, being said tiny person in the bag, was suddenly was paying full attention to the loud humans talking above her. She had gone undetected for so long, how did this person know she was here? The bag hadn’t even been opened in hours!

“A tiny person?” Theo scoffed. “Don’t make up stories.”

“It’s probably nothing.” Veronica assured Jack, handing his bag back to him. “Sometimes the machines act up, so it was probably that. Or I’m just going crazy.”

“Just get back to work.” Theo said, holding the door for her and Jack to leave. “Sorry about all this, sir.”

“It’s okay.” Jack said as he gripped his bag and walked out of the room. What Veronica said was nagging at him though, reminding him of what Dan had said the night before. That…had to be a coincidence, right?

Still, Jack’s curiosity was getting the best of him so as he walked back over to the security line he opened up his bag and peered inside.

Amanda breathed heavily, hoping Jack would close the bag soon. She dove to the bottom of the bag, hiding amongst the clothes just like she had the other times Jack opened up the bag on the plane.

Jack noticed the movement and his body tensed. He hadn’t imagined that, there was something in his bag. Something alive. He looked around him and at Veronica who was checking over his luggage at the moment. He took a breath and carefully moved his clothes aside, near where he thought he saw the movement.

Amanda tried to scramble away from the incoming light, but it was no use. Soon the clothing coverage was removed and Amanda found herself staring at a human who was staring right back. She pressed herself against the back of the bag nervously, glancing at the open pocket above her and getting ready to try and jump out.

Jack stared in frozen shock at the tiny person sitting in his bag. His mouth went dry as he realized Dan had been right. There were tiny people and one of them happened to be in his bag. He looked up just in time to see Veronica come over with his luggage and so he quickly closed the bag back up. He figured it wouldn’t be a good idea if someone saw her. He then very gently placed the bag on his shoulder, making sure he didn’t swing it around too much.

“Here you go.” Veronica said, handing Jack the rest of his luggage. “Once again, so sorry for that weird mistake, but I’m so glad I got to meet you. You’re one of my favorite youtubers, right up there with Daniel Howell.”

Amanda sat in the darkness, trying to evaluate what had just happened. A human saw her, but then just…closed the bag? Did that really just happen? Should she feel relieved or even more worried?

“It’s no problem, really. I’m always psyched to meet a fan.” At the mention of Dan, he chuckled. “Actually I was just at vidcon and saw him.” He didn’t mention to Veronica the fact that Dan had been acting weird the whole time. Mostly because he now knew why. He sent a quick glance to his bag.

“Anyway, it was really nice meeting you.”

“Oh, okay.” Veronica nodded. “Thanks again!”

Jack nodded and waved goodbye as he started moving away from the security. Jack glanced at his bag again and then back at the crowded airport. Checking on the tiny person here probably wouldn’t be a good idea. There were too many people around. He was curious, but he thought it would be best to wait until he was at home alone.