Septiplier One-Shots

Bedtime Stories

Jack Was Trying To Hide From Mark, His Socked Feet Tapping Against The Hardwood Flooring. His Loose Pajama Pants Brushed The Floor As Well, He Managed To Find A Closet, He Was Avoiding Mark, And He Heard Footsteps Coming From Outside. "Jack... Where Are You, My Baby Boy?" Mark Looked Around, Trying To Find The Small Male. Jack Giggled Softly As He Heard Mark Look Around The Hallways For Him. "When I Find You, Jack... I'm Gonna Eat You Up!" Mark Said, In A Loving Voice. Jack Covered His Mouth, Holding Back A Loud Giggle. But The Small Male Couldn't Help Himself, He Laughed, And Mark Heard His Laughing. Mark Threw Open The Closet Door, And Jack Ran Out. "Jack, Come Back Here!" Mark Ran After The Small Male, And Finally Catching Up To Him. The Older Male Picked Up Jack And The Irishman Squealed, "Mark! Put Me Down-" Jack Was Cut Off When Mark Started To Kiss Him. "Mark!!!" Jack Laughed, "You Need Sleep, It's Time For Bed." Mark Said, Opening Jack's Room Door, "I Can't Even Count How Many Times You've Acted Like A Child And Tried To Run Away From Me, Jack..." Mark Smiled, While Pulling The Covers Off Of The Small Male's Bed And Placing Jack Down On It. Mark Covered Jack With The Blanket And Sat On The Small Male's Bed, "Tell Me A Story, Markymoo..." Jack Said, Making Puppy Eyes. "Ugh, Okay..." Mark Rolled His Eyes, "Once Upon A Time, There Was This Small And Shy Green Haired Boy, Who's Name Was Seán...." Mark Said, While Jack Smiled. ".....And Seán Was Very Sweet, And He Loved His Friends And Family. He'd Give Hugs To All The Sad Little Kids And Make Them Laugh And Be Happy, And He Makes So Many People Wonder: Is He A Magical Creature? Or A Caring Best Friend? And Everyone He Knew, Loved Him So Much... The End." Mark Looked At The Smaller Male, Seeing That He Was Half Asleep. "Goodnight, Jack." The Half-Korean Kissed The Young Male's Cheek, And Headed For The Door. Mark Looked Back, Hearing The Soft Snoring Of The Irishman. Mark Smiled Weakly And Turned Off The Light, Closing The Door. Jack Loved The Way Mark's Stories Went, They Were Sometimes About Them, And Sometimes About.... Him.