SO! I DON'T KNOW A WHOLE LOT ABOUT ANTISEPTICEYE AND DARKIPLIER, BUT I FIGURED I HAD ENOUGH FOR A STORY, SO HERE THIS IS! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS EXTRA HALLOWEEN GIFT! ALSO, I DON'T KNOW WHERE JACK/SEAN REALLY LIVES, LIKE IF HE'S IN AN APARTMENT OR SOMETHING. I BELIEVE IT'S JUST A NORMAL HOUSE, OKAY? AND MARKIMOO LIVES IN AN APARTMENT, ALRIGHT? IF EITHER GUY EVER READS THIS, I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE FOR WRITING ABOUT YOU LIKE THIS. I REALLY AM. I LOVE YOU GUYS. I REALLY DO. IT'S JUST THAT MY BRAIN CREATES OCS TO PAIR WITH MY FAVE CHARACTERS. THAT, AND I WANTED TO DABBLE IN HORROR/SUSPENSE STORIES AGAIN AFTER MY FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S STORY.

GOD BLESS AND GOOD DAY!

~Mrs SepticMarkiplite

Why—what—who's calling me? I thought, grabbing my buzzing phone. I pressed the talk button and let it rest on my face as I laid back down.

"...Aisling?" That voice...was that...

"Sean? What the bloody-" I said, sitting up, clutching the phone tightly in my hand, sleep driven from my mind.

"Listen! I, uh, I, well..." I paled. He was only this nervous during these calls when...oh, Lord no! I swallowed.

"What'd he do this time..?" I asked, fearing the answer. My brother could do terrible things...we both knew that, depending on...circumstances. So caught up in my conversation...I didn't notice my husband shifting beside me. He was awake, but listening intently.

"I can't tell. And that's what scares me."

"Me, too." I replied. "Where are you?" I whimpered, knowing that this, too, could very well be something I didn't want to hear.

"Well...I haven't really moved. It's almost like he went for a run, and left me out by that tree I want to set up a tire swing under." I nodded. Okay. So, he hadn't moved my brother too far. Okay...that was probably good.

"Do you see anything different?" I asked, same as always with these kinda calls. Sean sighed.

"Not really, which probably means he wasn't as active tonight or something." I gulped. We both knew that was a false hope. He was always active. Too active, leaving a definite trail behind him. Sean gulped. "I think I found his footprints. I'm gonna follow them." I scoffed.

"Because that's a good idea. If you must, just...be careful." I tell him, though realistically, he's only in danger of another episode. Nothing major would happen, unless he got into a fight or something.

"Okay...nothing bad so far...whoa...he...there's a rabbit that looks like it's been—oh, no. It's been eaten by him. I recognize his mark."

"Oh man! Geez...poor rabbit." Sean chuckles. Good. That means there wasn't anything like blood or gore, or Sean would be cussing up and running like a madman back inside.

"Trust you to be concerned for a rabbit, Aisling. Okay...alright...there's nothing else. He just wanted to feed, apparently. I'm heading back inside. It's bloody freezing out here!" There's the sound of rapid footsteps. I smirk. Sean's always been a weeny when it comes to cold. I mean, I had a heat thing similar to Sean's cold weakness, but...it was ammo to use against my older brother. How could I not use it?

"You know, the offer still stands." I muse with a sudden yawn now that I knew Sean was out of danger. Sean sighed. I knew what he would say, but I was hoping that I was chipping his resolution down, bit by bit.

"NO. It's too dangerous!"

"Sean...you're being ridiculous! I've taken self-defense classes for years now, you know!" I was not meaning to growl or get mad, but I had to do something! "I've helped you through this over the phone several times, but it's always after the fact, and just imagine what I could do for you if I were-"

"No, Aisling. Absolutely not!" I frowned, then sighed. This was the response every dang time I tried to get him to see sense. Suddenly, I heard Sean gasp, pant, and hack. Repeatedly. I gulped. I shouldn't have tempted fate...There was that faint hissing white noise I had learned to pick up on instantly. "Aisling, hang up! NOW! PLEASE!" Sean pleaded, his voice raspy and weak from heaving. I couldn't. In this instance, curiosity was killing the cat. I hadn't done this before. I had always panicked and done what Sean told me the very few instances of this occurring. But that was when there was evidence of activity, such as blood in Sean's house, or (and this only happened once) there was a hand, laying out on Sean's porch. There was a trail of blood leading from the hand that Sean had never followed. He'd never dared. Then, the evilest, darkest laughter I'd ever heard came through my phone. It sent shivers up my spine. I licked my lips nervously. Sean gave one last groan, one last hack, and then... "...Dia duit, Aisling." I shivered. Irish had always come naturally to me. He'd said hello. In Irish. That voice was so like Sean's, but with subtle differences you would never notice if you weren't close to Sean. This voice was cold and sinister, with an almost staticy undertone, like it was on an old television. I wondered what he looked like...

"Hello, Anti." I whispered, voice shaky and nervous, using the first name for the demon that came to mind. Why hadn't I hung up before now..? Why, oh why, hadn't I listened to Sean? I knew I'd done something wrong when I heard a growl from the other line.

"Na cuir glaoch ormgo! Is fuath liom an ainm sin! Is ainm dom Antisepticeye. Beidh tú tagairt a dhéanamh dom mar ." Antisepticeye was growling again, telling me his name and that I should only refer to him as Antiseticeye. Sensitive demon...

"Alright then." I heard a chuckle.

"Cailin cliste." (Translation: Smart girl.) More chuckles. "Bhí a fhios agam gur mhaith leat a dhéanamh ar an rogha ceart." (I knew you'd make the right choice) Again, I swallowed. Antisepticeye was terrifying without trying. His terror was based on the fact that Sean was in there. Antisepticeye was as much a part of Sean as Sean is of him. And that's what scares me. Before, when he acted weird in his videos, it was all fake, just like my husband, Mark Fischbach. They were just doing it because they could, and they somewhat wanted to, and look where that got Sean now. Looking over his proverbial shoulder in the event of another attack from his own darkness. I've started to wonder if Sean's ignorance of the reality of Antisepticeye led to his darker side's current level of control. I also wonder if there's something Mark isn't telling me about the darkness inside himself...I'll have to watch out for that...

Most likely...they both are keeping things from me.

"Stop this. You bring Sean back, right now." I growl, suddenly angry with this demon. How dare he play these games with my brother?! How dare he?!

Antisepticeye growls. I hear a POP, and feel a hand on my shoulder. I jump, and whirl around. My flame red hair flies in front of my face, and it revealed my husband, looking concerned beside me in the bed. I breath a sigh of relief. That POP was just Antisepticeye hanging up. Everything was alright again.

"You alright?" He asked. I sighed, running my hands over my face to calm myself.

"...I think so. I just...Sean called." Mark frowned.

"What's going on?" I sighed, hating having to lie. Especially to someone so wonderful, someone I loved so much.

"I just...Sean needs me in Ireland...and he doesn't want me to come up..." Mark groaned. I told myself it wasn't lying. I just wasn't giving out reasons for going to Ireland.

"Because of that Antisepticeye thing?" I gaped at him. How the cuss..?

"...How did you..?" Mark chuckled.

"Who do you think used to help him through the afttermath of those attacks before he started talking to you? I just told him that if anyone should know what is going on with him, it should be his own little sister, not just his best friend." I swear, every single dang time I think, 'How can this guy get more perfect and amazing?'...this happens. Every time. I kissed Mark with ever fiber of my being. He was amazing!

"Thank you, babe." I breathed, leaning aginst his chest. "I freakin' love you, Mr. Fischbach." I whispered, voice more accented when I got emotional. Mark chuckled.

"And I am absolutely, unequivocally insane about you, Mrs. Fischbach." He replied. A whole four months (give or take) we had known each other, and we were still not over the fact that we were each other's lover and life. I was overcome, once again, with desire and raw passion.

Let's just say...it was a fantastic example of marital bliss. ;)

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The following morning, I woke up early, curled up with my head resting on my husband's bare chest. I found myself reliving our relationship, as usual, wondering how on God's Green Earth I had earned this amazing man.

It was a whirlwind adventure for me. I am still left stunned.

It was shortly after Mark had gone into...into grieving over his best friend, Daniel...

I was in that bar for a slightly different reason. My greatest friend, Natalie, had moved away after college, to teach the less fortunate children around both America and the world. The more she could help, the better. And I was still missing her terribly. I was not there to get drunk, and certainly not over Natalie. I was just there to enjoy an ice-cold drink for a change...

Until I saw that poor man, slumped over the bar, a bottle of whiskey beside him, swinging shots back like it was not a big deal. But I knew it was, whatever was the matter. I had almost forgotten about Daniel. I felt terrible for Mark and everyone that had been close to Daniel. My own problems seemed weak and puny by comparison as a huge fist of guit came crashing into my stomach.

However, when he flipped me off when I put a comforting hand on his shoulder, I frowned, wondering if this was even a good idea.

"Come on, man. I just wanna help." I said, sitting down despite Mark's drunken, slurred protests.

"I's not in the moods, gorgeous..." He hiccuped, shooting another shot-glass back. "I-hic-am about to-hic-attend a funeral f-fer...fer a...jes a great man." He broke down there and then. I helped him out to my car before either his liver gave out or he did. I took him home with me. he puked on my carpet, but I hardly cared. I was only concerned with making him comfortable. I knew the hangover could be a real kicker most of the time. Sean had called me to get him through it most of the time. He was always...vocal, put it that way.

Anyway, things escalated quickly between Mark and I. It feels like mere weeks until we started dating, but it was really hardly a month. As anticipated, the Septiplier shippers and Mark worshipers weren't exactly welcoming of me, though the Mark worshipers seemed to back off once we uploaded enough reactions to comments hating on our relationship. Until Sean released a video officially introducing his own girlfriend, and repeating over and over that he was, in fact, straight, the Septiplier shippers were downright harsh to Mark and especially me. Then Mark did one similar, and the Septiplier shippers stopped openly hating on me and my brother's girlfriend. And then...Mark scooped me up, spinning me until I couldn't see straight, dangling a ring box out of his mouth (before putting me down to get the ring box open) during yet another charity live-stream.

"Aisling...I could never put the way I feel about you into words. And I know that's so overused, but I swear I mean it. I really do. You...you came stumbling into my life right when I needed someone the most, even if I couldn't see it sometimes. If you weren't there for me those rough first weeks...I may have starved myself. Or...or worse. It scares me to think about how far I'd have descended if I didn't have you there for me. I truly fear the worst, but now...now I know just how bad of a mistake that would have been. It would have done so much more harm than good to go down that road. I love you more than you will ever know, Aisling...And I hope you like the idea of hanging out for a long time yet." I smiled.

"You never do things the cliche way, do you?" Mark grinned like the child he still was. I loved his childishly wonderful spirit and personality.

"Nope!" I laughed, my heart racing, as I picked the ring up, slipping it on my finger with ease.

"Yes, Mark Edward Fischbach, I love the idea of 'hanging out for a long time yet'." Mark had never kissed me so vigorously before. We had to remind ourselves that we had an audience.

Naturally, Sean had to one-up Mark in defying the cliche proposals. He had his girlfriend solve all these clues and riddles to figure out that Jack wanted to propose the next time they saw each other, which would be at Pax, or something like that. I chuckle thinking that Sean was about to be married. I was first wed in the McLoughin Irish twins, and I was the younger one! (yes, Sean and I are Irish twins. Poor ma...)

I chuckle thinking about it, letting my hand trace patterns on Mark's chest. He shifted, grunted, than slowly opened his eye. They lit up when he saw me.

"Good morning, Mrs. Fischbach." He grinned, wrapping an arm lazily around me. I grinned right back at him.

"You know we can stop that. I know we're married. I love it, actually. I'm positively tipsy about it, to be honest."

"I know. I just...I love saying it. It sounds so perfect, doesn't it? Like...I dunno, but it's awesome!" I laugh.

"Cereal, or pancakes this morning?" I asked, sitting up a bit reluctantly, pulling my robe on. I could hear Mark sigh.

"I kinda want waffles." I smiled, leaning in and kissing Mark before heading down. I had them going in less than fifteen minutes. I had done this so many times in my life...I need no more practice and recipes. Just as the coffee finished brewing, I poured a mug as Mark came yawning into the kitchen. He was only wearing his boxers. I smiled as always when I saw the mustaches on it, remembering the Warfetache side of Mark. I wonder of Wilfred is another entity in and of itself inside my husband, or if he's purely all a figment of Mark's imagination to entertain his fanbase. Could be both, I suppose.

"Morning, hun." He yawned, sitting down with his mug, checking his videos for comments. I handed him a plate of finished waffles and syrup. He took it, smiling widely at me. I yawned, checking my reviews on Fan-Fiction. Nothing much. Just more favorites and follows, which means that people actually really like my absolute nerdiness. I was into Harry Potter and Hobbit stuff mainly, writing a saga for each to go through the movies and books together in a blend that made it a little more original in my eyes. People really seemed to enjoy my Ninja Turtles thing, as well, though that was less frequently updated, due to my busy life.

It was during the third response I was typing out when I realized that I had to puke, and I had to puke NOW. I managed just a shaky walk to the bathroom to avoid a lot of suspicion from my husband. I gulped. Could this be...

Ugh, this STICKS! I wiped my mouth off, and stood, feeling a bit better as the was flushed down the drain. I then looked at the pule, and nearly vomited again. No, wait, I did.

The sick was a disgusting green and blue sludge! It meant probably two things, or just one...

1.) I was going Septic or

2.) I am pregnant with Mark and I's baby. Or both. I took a deep breath and stood slowly. Mark knocked on the bathroom door.

"Aisling, you okay?" He then found that the knob was unlocked. I took a deep breath, as Mark entered. I managed a smile. "Does this mean what I think it means?" I nodded.

"Potentially, yes. I can't be certain though." I said, chuckling despite the scarier fact I now faced; probably going Septic. I was suddenly being spun around and around before being plopped down. Mark was hugging me, and I had no choice but to laugh in return. If i was indeed pregnant, I was so happy, but if I were going Septic, as well...I had no idea what to expect...for either scenario.

And I was unable to stop whatever happens...