Totally not P:EG Oneshots

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩

(Written for the spectacular Lolita_Yonaga!)

 Mark wasn't a people person. You didn't have to be a genius to know that. It took quite a lot to get him to open up, and he preferred it just that way.

Interacting with others didn't really make him anxious. It was just something about it that didn't sit right with him.

So when he let Jett get close, it was a huge surprise for him.

A day after the whole "killing game" was announced, Jett had come knocking on Mark's door. He was asked by him if he was alright and was reassured that there would be no dead bodies as long as they all worked together. Mark wanted to shoo him away and he almost did. Yet, something inside of him was desperate for comfort. Desperate for a warm hand on his shoulder that would wash away his worries. Was he used to this feeling? Not at all. But perhaps, giving this a try wouldn't do too much harm.

He let Jett walk into his room and the two ended up conversing well into the night. Mark was weirdly able to rest pretty easily the rest of that night, something he thought would be absurd to do.

The next morning he couldn't help but awkwardly express his thanks towards the drag-racer, so awkward that he noticed a few weird looks from others who happened to overhear their conversation. He ignored them, and continued to try and show his gratitude for Jett's solace. A dozen of stutters and beanie tugs later he was able to do so, and turned to head back to his room. Jett, being the pushy person he is, grabbed his arm and kept him from doing that.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mark had asked nervously looking around.

"Are you seriously going back to your room?"

He profusely nodded and yanked his arm back causing Jett to huff loudly.

"You can't just stay in there all day. There's places to go and people to meet!"

Holding back a heavy eye roll, Mark shoved his hands in his pockets and questioned the naiveness of his statement.

"Well...we could explore the academy more! And make you some new friends!"

"I'm heavily opposed to that idea."

He could feel a deep frown sprout from behind Jett's drag helmet. Did it make him reconsider his choice? Definitely not. However, it did make him think about branching out more some other day.

Some other day came soon enough and he found himself trying to hold a conversation with Jett and two other people. Cassidy, Jett, and Jean all gushing over their interests made for a pretty loud room, and Mark couldn't help but feel pretty odd with his quiet nature.

"Anyways, you guys should totally try chocolate soda some time! I promise it's a total life changer!"

"I totally will once we bust out of this place. What about you, Mark?"

He perked up upon hearing his name, and looked around at all the faces(and a face obscured by a helmet) awaiting his answer.

"Uhh...what are we talking about?"

"Chocolate soda, dude! What's your opinion on it?" Cassidy beamed at the topic of one of her enjoyments.

"To be honest...it sounds kind of nasty."

She emitted an overdramatic gasp as Jean chuckled in agreement.

"See? Mark gets it!" He boomed giving him a rough smack on the back.

"Nuh-uh! I thought you were on my side, Jean?!" Cassidy playfully blew a raspberry at him.

"Chocolate and soda just aren't meant to be together."

"The hell are you talking about you haven't even tried it!"

"You don't need to taste it to know that it's an abomination." Mark quietly spoke up once more causing another uproar.

"Hell yeah! We're conversing over here!" Jett shot him a quick thumbs up.

The conversation(or should he say debate) surprisingly lasted longer than he could've ever thought. Sure, it got a bit overwhelming at times but he couldn't say that he didn't enjoy it. He figured this would probably be a one time thing as he couldn't imagine miracles like this happening on a daily basis. Him? Branching out and making friends? Impossible.

Jett didn't believe in the impossible.

Every single day, no matter how hopeful or hopeless it seemed, he would drag him out of his room and encourage him to socialize. He knew his limits of course, and would always back off whenever Mark pleaded him to so. Overtime, his pleads disappeared and something else so beautiful was formed. Something unexpected, but very much appreciated.

A friendship. A special connection between him and Jett. A friendship so special, that he only plead one other time.

When he was begging Jett to leave his dying body alone.

"Who the fuck did this to you?" He fumed scanning the crime scene that had just occurred.

"I..don't know. They covered themselves...in a blanket." Mark heavily breathed.

"Well whoever it was is going to pay! Let me help you—"

"Jett. No."

He stopped in his tracks and through the walls of him helmet, Mark could feel the daunting stare he gave out.

"What do you mean? I can't leave you here to die."

"I'm going...to die either way. You can let me bleed...out here...or somewhere else."

His breaths were getting heavier and shorter by the second, a sign that his death was mere seconds away. Saving him at this point was well impossible.

And the one thing about Jett was that...

"Fuck! No, no! How could I let this happen!" He slammed his fist on the ground, not paying a nod of attention to any pain caused from it.

"Hey, Jett."

"You are not dying! I'm not going to let—"

"Thanks for...being my friend. You're the best...I...ever....had."

And with that, Marks short breaths finally lessened to none.

With the blood covering the floors, the flood of Jett's tears, and the smile resting on Mark's face, a grave crime scene was layed out for everyone else to find in morning's wake.

(3 more requests to go! Sorry for the terribly long wait!)