Septicplier~ Thee Adorable ( Jacksepticeye x Markiplier)

Part 1

Keep going with the book and it turns to a never before seen, SepticPlier book.

Sean~

I didn't know what to do. I curled in a ball on the bed and hid my face in my knees. My face damp from the tears. I didn't know what to do...

I heard a familiar call coming from my computer. Some one was calling me on Skype.

I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to show my face. I was half asleep when I heard the second call. They really wanted to talk to me. I got up and attempted to dry my damp face.

I looked at the computer, " Oh God!" I stated aloud and ran to the bathroom. I ran cold water on my face to make it look like I was okay.

I ran back and answered the call. " Jack! Are you okay!?!" Mark yelled as my face appeared on the screen.

Should I tell him? I don't want him to worry...

" What? Who?" Mark brought me out of my thoughts. I realized I had stated my thoughts out loud.

" What..? Nothing..." I said trying to change the subjects.

" Sean... What's wrong?" He asked in a stern voice and a face of worry.

" N-nothing" I stated, tears forming in my eyes.

He noticed and his face went to a mix of surprise and concern. " Sean! Tell me whats wrong!!" He yelled, obviously worried.

I shook my head and sat my head down on the desk. The use of my real name made memories flood back into my mind. I hated this.

I heard the Skype call end and looked up. " Why...?" I asked and got up. I walked to the bathroom and slid down the door. " Why... Why do I have to love you?" I asked aloud.

I crawled to the cabinet under the sink and pulled out my razor. Smiling I picked out my favorite blade and held it to my wrist.

" Should I?"

I nodded and slid it across my wrist. It was deep enough to cause crimson to come out of it. I smiled and winced as I dragged it across my skin again.

Soon my left wrist was oozing crimson liquid and a puddle was forming under it. I threw the blade across the bathroom and sat in the corner. My knees pulled to my chest, my face buried in them and blood staining my shirt.

Mark~

I watched him cry and my internet cut out. The last thing I saw was him with his head down and the sounds of him sobbing.

I immediately tried calling him back when I got the internet back up and running. I called him six to seven times and he didn't pick up.

" He probably hates me. Why did you do that internet?!?" I yelled at the box on the floor.

I stood up and sat my head on the wall near my door. ( I don't know Mark's set-up. Sorry :3) I walked up the stairs and went to the kitchen.

" I need some thing to drink..." I stated and looked through my fridge and found some wine. ( I know Mark doesn't drink. But, Screw it!)

I walked to the couch and started drinking as I turned on Full House.