septiplier one shots!

Pannel problems.

It was the 1st day of Indy pop con and Jack woke up in his hotel room to the sound of his alarm. "Uuuugggghhhhhh.....," Jack moaned. Jack sat up and looked at his arms. He took in every detail of every scar, remembering who or what caused him to cut. He sighed and went into the bathroom. He started at his pale reflection the only colour on his face was the purple bags under his eyes. That was the first night he had slept in 3 months. Jack grabbed a small tube of concealer from his wash bag and tried to cover up the purple bags. He messed up as he heard a knock on his door. He went to open the door but remembered the concealer and his scars. Jack stayed against the door. "W-who is it?" Jack asked. "Its the president, come on Jack it's Mark!" Mark replied. Jack panicked. "Oh....em....errr... what are ya going here?" Jack asked looking around for his hoodie. "Jack I was supposed to pick you up for Indy pop con? Remember?" Mark started to get aggravated. "Oh sorry Mark I forgot.." Jack said, it was the truth. "I'm almost ready.." Jack said as he grabbed his hoodie. "Come on let me in Jack I've been standing here for AAAGGEESS!!!!" Mark whined. Jack threw his hood up over his eyes as he walked to the door. He opened the door and Mark walked in flopping onto the couch. "Just give me two minutes Mark, I just gotta... pee." Jack said as he rushed towards the bathroom. Mark sighed dramatically. Jack walked in and shut the door behind him. He fixed his concealer and his hair before walking back to Mark. Mark hopped up and they were on their way.

(Before the next bit, I randomly just chose a convention because I am probably like way off but I just wrote down the first one I thought of..)

Wade ran onto the stage and started to bring the guys up to the stage one by one. Then suddenly he called Jack up and the crowd went wild. "Uh.... hi guys." Jack said as he walked on stage. The panel went on, they cracked jokes and answered questions for ages until Jack felt weak and collapsed on stage. Mark ran over to Jack and picked his head up. Bob and Wade tried to calm the crowd down. Mark felt Jack's sweaty forehead he was boiling. "Oh my god Jack your burning up! Here let me help you take off your jumper.." Mark said pulling Jack's hoodie over his head. He froze as he pulled his arms out of his sleeves. "J-Jack why are there so many scars on your arms?" Mark asked tearing up. Jack jumped up and ran as far as he could. He stopped once he had reached a small forest sitting behind a tree he was balling.

The crowd went silent when they saw Jack's arms. Time stood still. Bob and Wade stood there looking at Mark and Mark sat there looking at the door Jack had run out. After a few minutes some random fan spoke up. "Mark! Go get Jack help him! He needs his best friend!" Mark stood up and ran out the door. He ran as fast as he could before he stopped to catch his breath by a tree. As he caught his breath he heard sobbing, he walked until he saw Jack curled up in a ball shaking on the ground.

Mark approached Jack quietly. Jack jumped and looked at Mark when he grabbed his shoulder. Mark was on the verge of tears when he saw concealer dripping down Jack's cheeks exposing his purple bags. Mark held Jack close. "Please don't ever do this again Jack, for me?" Mark whispered. Jack nodded as he cried into marks shoulder.

From that day Jack has slept regularly and hasn't even thought of cutting. Ever since that day Mark saved him....

The End.