His Name isn't His Story (Jaspar/Zalfie FT. Phan and Youtubers) MPREG

Chapter 9. Pentatonix Pt.1

Hey guys, I'm going to start something that you might like. I'm going to start dedicating you guys too every chapter too the best comment!

WARNING - SELF HARM

This chapters dedication goes to - ZooBer11

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Joe's Point of View.

 The next few days were okay, painful but okay. Tomorrow is my first check up ever since my surgery and I'm extremely nervous. "Joe, it's going too be okay." Caspar tries to encourage me. "But what if it's not?" I whisper, biting my nails and he sets up the lighting, the camera and twitter so we can do you "Dare Jaspar" video today since we didn't have the chance too do it when Dan and Phil were over. "It will. You'll be fine." He encourages, making me grin weakly as he sits next to me. I turn the camera on and wave. "Hey Guy's, it's Joe and today is another Dare Sugg! Hoohoo!" I say and continue explaining what was going to happen and everything like in every Dare Sugg. "Oh wait. But instead of a Dare Sugg! It's a Dare Jaspar! Ayee!" I say as Caspar sits next to me, excited. "Let's get to it!"

 "I dare you or Caspar to eat three spoon fulls of Mayo." I read out and Caspar grimaces, hating Mayo. "I'll do it." I say and Caspar goes to get the Mayo and a big spoon. After three spoon fulls, we continue. "I dare Caspar and you to snog for two minutes." I say, not even realizing it. I look at Caspar, who is staring at the phone is disgust while I'm shocked. "I'm not kissing you, I'm not a faggot." Caspar sneers, leaving my room. I bite my lip and on my bed, soon starting to sob, whispering "Yeah.. But I am.."

Caspar's Point of View.

 When I left Joe's room in total disgust, I heard Joe start sobbing, which made me upset because I had to of done that. I sigh, shaking the thought out of my head. I enter my room, sitting at my desk, rubbing my temples. "Caspar, you're such an idiot." I whisper.

Joe's Point of View.

I rush to the bathroom, grabbing the blade. "You're a faggot." I whisper, running the blade against my fragile skin of my wrist. "You should be dead." I whisper, tears falling, running the blade against it again, tears pouring from my eyes. "Joe, can I talk-- Joe! What're you doing?!" Caspar yells, grabbing the bloody blade. He stares at me for a good three minutes before hugging me. I crumble into his touch, screams and sobs flooding out of my mouth. I could feel him softly cry as I scream, "Let me g-go!". He shakes his head, as I hear the door open and a girlish voice. "Joe, Caspar?" I hear Zoe, I gasp trying to get out of his grip. "Caspar, Joe. I need help taking Pent---" She gasps, dropping her  purse. "J-Joe. No." She whispers, walking toward me. I scream, sobbing, as she takes me upstairs, obviously forgetting she brought 5 fucking people into my apartment. "Shit." She whispers, hiding me behind her. "Um. Can you sit on the couch, guy?" She says, they all nod and sit down. She takes me too the kitchen and puts my wrist under the faucet, turning on the warm water. "Gahh!" I scream, making the people look over. I scream louder, as she keeps it going. 

"I-Is he okay?" The women asks, Zoe nods turning off the water and wrapping gauze and a wrap around it. I take a deep breath and walk over with her. "Joe, this is Kirstin,Avi,Kevin,Mitch and Scott. Their from Pentatonix." She explains, and I nod, knowing who they are. "I'm a big fan.." I whisper, Mitch smiles with the rest. "Wanna come with and drop them off?" She asks me, and I shrug. "Oh come on, please come." Scott says suddenly, making Mitch laugh. "I guess?" I whisper and Caspar walks upstairs and lets out a squeal. "Oh my god, it's Pentatonix." He gasps and walking over. "Such a fucking weirdo.." I whisper, making him pout at me. "Caspar, stay here and clean downstairs." Zoe says, making him pout even more.