In a world long ago, a baby was born. His parents, king and queen of Bossitron, were delighted. And so they christened the baby, naming him Sean. His father favored the name Jack, so they also decided that would be his nickname. Young Jack grew up in a futuristic palace in Bossitron. He never saw poverty, stress, or famine. He was given anything he wanted. One day, little seven year old Jack was at his Granny’s house, playing outside. He was carefree, and went to climb up an old fir tree. Little did Sean know, there was a bee’s nest at the very heart of that tree. So little Jack climbed, and reached the middle. He saw a pool of honey oozing out of something, and since poor Jack had never had to witness injury or harm, he did not know, and reached for it. Jack did not know he would regret this later. As his finger touched the honey, a dozen or so bees came flying out of the nest. “Mama!” Jack cried. “Papa! What are these!” Before he could escape, or his parents could hear, a bee stung him right above his eye. “Ouch!” Sean cried. “Is this pain? I don’t like it!” He swung down from the tree with one hand over the throbbing sting. His parents and granny came rushing outside. “Oh, Jack!” His mother gasped. “Have you been stung by a bee?” Jack started to sob. “Yes, mum! It hurts, it hurts!” They rushed him to a nearby medical center as fast as their heels and fancy leather shoes could carry them. “Get him in as fast as possible!” His father demanded. “It might get infected!” Every hospital staff member quickly obeyed, and took poor little Sean away. His mother and granny were sobbing, although it was only a bee sting, nobody in Bossitron really knew about them. “It will be alright,” the father assured them. “They will take care of Jack.” From Jack’s point of view, he simply wanted the bee sting out. It was hurting him, and he didn’t like it. “Get it out!” He demanded. “I cannot bear this pain!” They did what he told them to do. Even after they got the stinger out, it was hurting him badly. The pain was slowly making its way to Jack’s eye, and it would lead to many pains and aches. “My eye!” He cried the next morning. “My eye is killing me!” The doctors and nurses rushed over. They applied some herbs and tied a septic alcohol pad over his eye. It soothed him and the pain, but not completely. He wanted his parents, but they had just gone home. “Mummy! Daddy! Granny!” Was all that was heard throughout the hospital that day. The staff later conducted tests upon the sting, and the mark it had left. The lead doctor, Dr. Markiplier, Mark for short, was quite clumsy with his tools and almost messed up the tests. “I’m sorry!” He told Sean. Under his breath, he whispered; “Not. If I was allowed to, I would transplant your heart with a statue!” Thankfully, Jack didn’t hear this. The next morning, they consulted with Jack’s parents. “It seems that the sting was infected,” they informed them. “His eye is currently under treatment and is watched closely. Little Jack was thrashing around in his bed in the next room, wanting to see his parents. “But Jack,” the nurses pleaded. “You can’t! The medication is hooked up to your eye in here, and only here!” Jack settled down a bit after that, but then wished for something else. “I want,” he whispered this last word wistfully; “Potatoes.” They immediately got him potatoes, and he was calm enough. Two months later, his eye healed. “Oh, Sean!” His mother cried. “Let me see your big, blue eyes!” He respectfully obeyed, and his mother hugged him. His father watched, with a slight smile on his face. “You were tough, son,” he told him. “We have decided to award you with two things.” Jack pulled out from his mother’s tight grasp and stood in front of his father. “Yes, Father?” “The first is.. A sack of potatoes.” Jack gasped, and jumped in delight. “Really, father?” His dad nodded. “Yes, when we get home you will receive them.” “Second, we have decided to give you kingship, and ultimate Bossness. You must take this honor in your hands and serve the kingdom of Bossitron dutifully.” Little Sean was amazed at the gratitude of his father. “Kingship? At my age?” His father knelt down to his height. “Yes, I trust you very much. We hope you will be a good king. Your mother and I must leave to visit your aunt Betty and your cousin Bitty. We will not return.” Tears formed in Jack’s eyes. “You are leaving.. Forever?” His parents nodded solemnly. “We have entrusted you in your servant Steve’s hands. We wish you well, Sean.” His mother said. They exchanged last good-byes, and a futuristic flying pod appeared for them. “Goodbye, Jack!” His mother called as the pod soared up through the skies. “We love you!” —————– When Jack died at the ripe old age of 98, he was too Boss to be sent to heaven or Hell. The Angels of Boss picked him up by his weak hands and took him through space, and towards a black hole. “Wait,” Jack said. “Where are we going?” The Angels looked at him, their lips moving, forming silent words. “I- I can’t hear you!” Jack said. “Speak up!” They shook their heads, and carried him into the black hole. “Woah!” Jack yelled. He then landed with a thud on green turf. “Where am I?” He wondered. The Angels of Boss had gone, and Jack stood up. A voice boomed over a loudspeaker. “Jack Boss, of Bossitron, please choose your weapon.” An array of weapons appeared in front of him. He had to choose between a hammer, a gleaming silver sword, nunchucks, or a strange green-looking eyeball with a blue iris. “Uh,” Jack looked over the weapons. “I choose.. This one.” He picked up the eyeball. “Good,” the voice said. “Let the battle begin.” A dozen Santa Clauses fell out of the sky, holding a bright red gleaming ball with spikes. “Rudolph’s nose?’ Sean asked, flabbergasted. The Santas nodded, mischievous smiles on their faces. They lunged at Jack. “Great!” Jack said. “I chose a stupid eyeball, and I have to kill twelve rabid Santas? Seriously?” He took one look at the eyeball, then the charging Santas, and sighed. “You’ll have to do.” He started running toward the Santa Clauses. He swung, hoping he would do some damage. He closed his eyes, praying not to get eaten. There was a mysterious silence. He opened his eyes a little, and his jaw dropped. The eyeball had caused serious damage, and all of the Santas were dead on the ground. “I- I-” the loudspeaker finished his sentence for him. “Did it.” Jack cheered, and a man in a trench coat walked in front of him. “You have completed your task,” the man said. “You have two options. You may go to Boss Heaven, or be reincarnated in another life. In that other life, you may also choose a gift.” Sean thought about this. “I want..” He said. “To be reincarnated. I want video games as my gift, and a YouTube channel nobody has ever seen.” The guy nodded, and gestured for Jack to sit in a chair. The chair was solid gold, and a large B was carved in it. Sean sat, and he was shaken. The ground started crumbling, and the man bid him farewell. “Have a safe trip,” he called. “Enjoy your next life!” —————- Jack woke up in a bed in a log cabin, in a country called Ireland. “Huh?” Jack said. “Where am I?” He got up and looked around for a mirror. He found one, and he was shocked. He was young again. He looked for a computer, and found one, with a desk and tons of video games. A small voice was talking in the back of his head. “Your channel is called JackSepticEye,” it told him. “Enjoy your life.” It sounded strangely like his mother’s. ———— After that, Jack has continued to create BOSS videos for every single one of us. He may not remember some of this, but I certainly do. Thank you for reading, if you actually read! Reply and like! Please let Jack see this! Oh, and Jack, if you are reading this, I dare you to make a whole video about this and read it out loud 🙂 or at least read it in your YouTube Comments video! Thanks!!!! Keep being a Boss!!