Septicplier~ Thee Adorable ( Jacksepticeye x Markiplier)

Part 24

Sean~

I stood up, walking to the door. I couldn't stand being trapped, feeling isolated from the world. There were foot steps out side, like the monster was patrolling. It's breathing was deep when it came to the door, making me panic when the foot steps stopped at the door. Fear keeping my feet rooted to the ground.

Soon, it marched away and I let out a sigh of relief. I couldn't stand this. My body trembling from fear, I went to the window and looked down. I was on the second floor, I could make the jump without serious injuries. But, I noticed the balcony and saw about a twenty foot drop. If I was laying on the ground on my stomach maybe I wouldn't have backed out. Stupid fears!

Mark~

The green object moved towards me, circling, looking for a way to help. When it came back around it looked up at me, Sam... He had plead in his eye, as well as sadness and guilt for not being able to help in my situation. The eye went over to Tim, lighting up the wall. Sam and Tim both looked back at me, then looked back at the wall.

They wanted me to look, slowly, I looked up. I didn't think there was anything important and it wasn't, just a couple messed up words. I glared at them and smiled sarcastically, " Good job." I stated as I nodded slowly. I didn't mean to hurt them if I did but, it was stupid. What was I supposed to do?

Sam looked down at Tim, a question showing through his eye. Tim tilted his head as if he was saying, 'How?' The Septiceye looked up at the man known as Mark and glared a bit, looking back at Tim. ' Hold on..' Sam went behind the box and stared at it. Tim didn't know what was going on, he could feel his wrists burning, feel the chains melting off. The box jumped forward, happy to be free after so many... What? Hours? Days? Months? Years even?

Sam looked at Tim, nodding his head towards Mark, who was sitting there staring at a wall, lost in thought. Sam looked annoyed while he stared at Mark, waiting for Tim to go over to him. They had to get Mark to read the words on the wall, to state the spell in the creases. Tim bounced up and down at Mark's foot, slowly but, surely getting his attention. Mark looked down at the spazing out box, " What?" The tiny box pointed to the wall where Sam was, attempting to light the parts needing to be read. " What do you want?" Mark stated now angry of his confusion. He wanted to know what he was supposed to do. Why couldn't the small creatures just speak?

Sam shook his "head", ready to give up. He slowly glided to the ground, tired of being helpless. Tim looked back at him, seeing the depression and lost of hope in his eye. " Help..." Tim whispered. It was more like a whimper as he made his way towards Sam. Now laying on the floor, crumpled in a hopeless and sad pile. What was Tim supposed to do? Mark's gaze was placed on the two on the floor. He was waiting for more words out of the boxes mouth. He heard the last one, he deciphered it as ' help'. " Help with... What..?" It was getting hard for the man to speak, he hadn't spoke or drank in a while.

Tim's glace shot up to Mark, Sam following his gaze, waiting for the next part of the conversation. " Read..." Tim wheezed. He had never spoken in this form, it was tough compared to the other forms he had.

Sam slowly flew to the wall, hope lost in him, he didn't have the heart to loose once again. He was ready to give up, ready to die on the floor. But, he knew he couldn't, he had to survive. Mark looked at the faded words on the wall, chanting them slowly, not completely understanding what he was doing. Not knowing what the spell, he guessed, was for. He just went with it. Tim wanted him to, so did Sam so... Why not read a mystical and weird spell on a wall in a pitch black room being lit by a flying eye ball?