Septiplier Trash

Part 13

No... Please tell me this is all a dream..

There is no way it can be him....

"Bob...?"

"Yes, Yes, I know, Its a huge surprise."

"I am confused.. I thought you cared about Mark and- wait.. where is Mark?!"

"Oh little Irish man, haven't you heard of pretending? You mustn't believe everyone on the internet.. and Mark is fine..for now"

Why is he doing this? They are-were friends.

"Why?"

"Why what sean?"

"Why hurt someone you care about?"

"Oh, Jac-"

"Why hurt his family?"

"Well, Ja-"

"Why hurt his fans?"

"I..uh-"

"Why hurt me?"

...Silence falls on the line...

"Bob?"

"Bob...?"

"..Bob?!"

"What Sean? What do you want?"

"You know what I want"

"hmm?"

"I want Mark."

"Well you know you're not getting him back that easily. Now I think its your bedtime Jack, Goodnight"

And with those words slip off of Bob's tongue Jack ends the calls and heads to bed with rage and bitterness for one whom used to be a dear friend.

1 week later of no contact but one day feels different than the rest...

Jack is in his kitchen making an omelet when he gets a sudden rush of chilly air that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand..

Its just all in my head, today is going to be a normal day.. hopefully

RIIINNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG .....RIIINNNGGGGGGGGGGGG... *Click*

"Hello?"

"Jack, We have to discuss the circumstances of your.. 'lover'."

"...Bob??? Why are you still playing this stupid game? Just let Mark go.."

"Hmmm, and what makes you believe that Mark wants to go free? You think he wants you, when he can have me? Ha! You're pathetic!"

"Mark loves me.."

"Correction, He loves ME!"

"You're lying... He would never leave me.." or would he? He does love me still, right? Don't let him in your head Jack..

"Believe what you wish but know that he is free to leave at any point, he just doesn't want to."

".. Shut up."

"What?"

"Shut. Up."

"Waahh?"

"You fucking heard me, Bob. Shut up or I will rip out your tongue and stuff it up your arse."

After Jack says that he hears a soft cry on the other line.

"What was that?"

"What was what..??"

"It sounded like a cry.."

*Muffled voices on the other line*

"Let me go Bob!" "You know I cant do that Mark."

Mark...? Mark?! MARK!! Jacks thoughts became whispers then shouts.

"Was that Jack?"

"I dont know what you're talking about, Mark.."

"Untie me and tell me where Jack is!!!"

"Babes, You know thats not happening."

"I am NOT your 'Babes' so let me free."

"But you know you love me, Mark"

"I could never love a psychotic bitch like you, Bob. Fuck you."

"What... What did you just say..?"

Is Bob... crying?

"I said, FUCK. YOU."

"Fine, Mark. You win.."

"Stop playing your games and tell me what you mean by 'win'."

"You are free to leave."

"Are- are you serious?"

"Yes. Go."

*Someone picks up the phone..*

"Jack?"

"...........................Mark? Mark is that really you?!"

"Yes, Bob is letting me go. I will soon be free and in your arms, baby."

"I have missed you so much Markimoo, I couldn't sleep for months."

"I have missed you more Jackaboy. I am coming home."