Mark's POV
I looked over at my clock. 11:29 PM. I had been lying on my bed for the past hour, debating whether or not to start recording a video, when I heard the Skype ringtone from my computer. I got up and drug myself over to my computer, curious as to who it could be. I looked at the screen, my eyes searching for the name of the caller.
Jack? Wonder what this is about... Isn't almost around 3 AM for him? I sometimes swear that this guy never sleeps, God...
I answer the call, greeted by Jack, his face filled with unease. His eyes lit with relief when he saw that I answered.
"Mark! Thank god you answered, I-I was about to fucking lose it.." Jack's voice trembled, filled with alarm. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. I noticed a large gash just below his left eye, blood trickling down from it, staining his blue hoodie a dark crimson.
I gazed at him, eyes full of worry "Jack? What happened?"
"I-I don't know..." He paused for a moment "I was just editing a video when I thought I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and nothing was there. Next thing I knew, I felt something sharp drag across my face, inflicting this cut.." Jack gestured to the horizontal scratch below his eye "Mark, I-I'm fucking terrified. I don't think I'm alone." Some tears slipped down his face, leaving tear tracks down his cheeks.
'"Dude, don't worry. I haven't a clue about what's going on, but you'll be oka-" I was cut off when Jack began coughing, putting a hand up to cover his mouth. The coughing lasted about a minute before it subsided. As he pulled his hand away and looked into it, I could see his pupils visibly shrink in terror.
"Holy shit..." Was all I heard from Jack as he looked up at me. There were trails of blood running down his mouth, mixed with flecks of black, the blood from the cut becoming much the same. His tears had turned pitch black as well, and the whites of his eyes were increasingly becoming darker. "M-Mark... H-Help.." He went into another coughing fit.
I stared wide-eyed as the screen began to glitch. "Jack?! Jack, are you there?! Sean!" The screen glitched for a bit more before the call ended. "Damn it-!" I cursed at my computer. I just sat there, trying to comprehend what just happened. I attempted to call him again, but he wouldn't answer. I tried yet again, but the results were much the same. I ran my hand through my hair, groaning in frustration. I stayed at my desktop for a while longer, waiting to see if Jack would respond. So far, no luck.
I glanced at the time and realized that I hadn't uploaded anything all day. I cursed myself and I loaded up 'SCP: Containment Breach' to record an episode.
-=-Time Skip-=-
"And as always, I will see you... In the next video! Buh-bye!" I ended the recording there and put my face in hands, sighing. Don't get me wrong, I love my fans, but sometimes I wish I could just put my 'job' on hold. Right now was one of the times. I had begun to edit the video when Wade called me on Skype.
I answered the call and saw his face pop up on the screen. "Hey, Wade."
"Hey Mark, sorry if I interrupted anything, but I was wondering if you had heard from Jack." I froze as he continued "I have been trying to get a hold of him for the past half hour, but he still hasn't answered. I called you 'cause I thought you might know something."
I sighed and ran my hand through my hair again.
Would he even believe me if I told him? I doubt it...
I sat there, rubbing the side of my face when I heard a voice from the other side of the call "Mark? Is there something you're not telling me?"
I sighed again "Even if I did tell you, there's no way that you'd believe me..."
"Tell me." He looked at me expectantly.
I paused for a moment, before finally giving in and telling him the whole story, not leaving out a single detail. By the time I was finished, tears were threatening to spill from my eyes.
Wade had been speechless when I finished "Oh my god... That's insane... Are-... Are you sure it wasn't a dream or something?"
"Tch, I wish. I knew you wouldn't believe me." I looked at him with glassy eyes.
"I-... I believe you, Mark, I'm just having issues comprehending it... It just all sounds like something out of a fucking fairy-tale..." He paused for a moment "I think you should go to Ireland. To check on him and see if he's okay."
My eyes widened at the suggestion "What? I can't, I don't have the money for a ticket, and I don't have any videos prepared.."
Wade smiled at me "Don't worry, I'll help pay for the ticket; and as for your channel, post a video telling everyone that you might not be able to post while over there. All your fans will understand."
I sighed, filled with doubt "I don't know, Wade.."
Wade gave me a look "Mark, if you're this worried about Jack, you need to do this, or the anxiety will eat away at you..." He paused, then smirked "And plus, we might get some more smexy Septiplier moments if you do~" He chuckled as I facepalmed, hiding my slight blush.
I glared playfully at him. "Shaddup, Wade." We both burst out into laughter, relieving some of the tension. As our laughter faded, I sighed. "Fine. I'll go to Ireland to check on Jack. But there will be no 'Smexy Time'." I giggled.
"Good. I'm gonna go so you can get prepared for your trip to your boyfriend's place~" He laughed as I gave him a 'Seriously?' face.
I glared at him as I spoke in an unamused voice. "Goodbye, Wade."
"Bye! Septiplier away-!" Wade ended the call before I could say anything. I sighed, facepalming.
-=-Time-Skip: Two Weeks Later-=-
After a twelve-hour-long flight, I arrived at the airport at around 8 AM. I grabbed my luggage, called a Taxi, and told the driver Jack's address. I paid the driver and hopped out of the car, dragging my stuff behind me. I walked into the building and went up to the front desk.
"Hi, there. I'm here to see Ja-, I mean, Sean McLoughin." It felt weird saying his real name. It just didn't feel right. The person at the front desk nodded and told me his room number. I thanked the person and went to his room door. (A/N: Wow, such description, it's amazing -3-)
I softly knocked on the door "Jack? It's me, Mark." Nothing. "Jack? Are you there?" I say, slightly louder. Still no response. I turned the door knob. It was unlocked. "Well, this definitely doesn't remind me of every cliche horror movie on the planet..." I murmured to myself. "Jack?" I called out as I navigated his apartment.
As I moved around, I noticed that everything was covered with a light blanket of dust, as if it hadn't been used in awhile. "Weird..." I began checking all of the closed off rooms, opening every door I came across when I found one that was locked.
This must be Jack's bedroom...
I knocked on the door softly "Jack? Jack, are you in there?" Dead silence. "Jack? Dude, cmon, unlock the door, it's Mark." Nothing. I huffed in frustration and looked around for a key. After a bit of searching, I found one on top of the door frame. I put it into the slot and unlocked the door with a click. I slowly opened the door to the pitch black room, letting the light in.
I observed the room for a few minutes, taking in the surroundings. Everything was an absolute mess. The bed was in total discord, and part of the carpet had been stained in something... Red. Items were strewn all across the floor. My eyes finally landed on Jack.
Jack looked awful. He was lying on the floor, still wearing the same hoodie from the day of the Skype call, and it was in shreds. Bruises and gashes littered his entire body, and he looked extremely malnourished as if he had been deprived of food. He was deathly pale, I would have thought he was dead if it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest.
"O-Oh my god... J-Jack..?" The green-haired man shifted slightly and lifted his head. He barely opened his eyes and looked around. As soon as he caught sight of me his eyes widened with fear. He began hyperventilating, and he quickly backed up towards the wall. I slowly approached him, speaking in a soft voice "Jack, it's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you, it's me, Mark." He seemed to calm down slightly, but not by much. When I got close enough, I knelt down. He flinched harshly when I did, but slowly relaxed when he realized who I was.
I could see tears well up in his eyes. He tackled me in a hug, despite his condition, and began sobbing into my shoulder. I was shocked at first, but then I hugged back, a few tears making their way down my face. "I'm so glad you're okay..." I spoke softly, voice filled with emotion.
Jack whispered in a raspy voice "At this moment, I'm nowhere near okay..."
A/N: Hiya, people reading this, it's that piece of garbage. This Is my first Septiplier story, so sorry if it's cringy af :/ Anyway, I hope you enjoy the rest of the story as I update. Speaking of, I don't have a regular update schedule, so I'm probably just gonna update as I finish the chapters. Please point out any spelling or grammatical errors made in the story, and I will do my best to fix them as soon as possible.
Bye :3
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