Septiplier One-Shots

loneliness

This is actually based off true facts since Mark and Jack don't talk as much as we think. Also because LA this week.
-J

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Jack couldn't remember the last time he talked to Mark. Tweets, texts, Skype calls, with no answers. This really made Jack question their friendship.

He couldn't bare seeing people ask them to collab. He couldn't get over the fact that Mark never tweets him back anymore. Jack couldn't ignore the fact that they might not be friends anymore.

Jack couldn't escape reality, he truly couldn't. He never thought it would be this way. He never thought he'd let someone he truly cared about slip away like that.

Jack once looked up to this guy, and somehow got the opportunity to talk to him. Now, he messed everything up. How pathetic of him...

Jack always doubted himself, he just couldn't help it. He always knew he'd manage to mess everything up. He had Mark for a while, but he lost him. Isn't it weird how many times this has happened?

Jack was wondering, what was it that made Mark slip away? Maybe Jack's humor wasn't enough for him? Was Jack's personality not one of Mark's likings? Did Jack care too much? Did he seem too clingy? Did he still seem like a fanboy? What did he do wrong?

'I must've annoyed him. I cared too much, more than I should have'

He couldn't help it. The other side of him was taking over. Self-hate. Oh how much Jack has despised that characteristic.

'It would be better if I just moved on'

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'Yes, keep hiding away from your problems Mark, keep shutting everyone out'

Mark couldn't handle it. Everything was getting to him. He was fighting a battle. What he didn't know, is that he's fighting a battle with his own emotions.

Mark was lost. Mark didn't understand his emotions, he just couldn't think straight.

Ever since he decided to move out, he's never been the same. The loneliness. The devils screaming in his head. He just couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't escape.

He blocked everyone out. Family, friends, loved ones. He just had to. He thought he was a waste of everyone's time. He thought he annoyed all of them.

When fans starting noticing that Mark has been kinda off, he stopped reading comments, or going on any social media in general.

Days passed, everyone gave up on him. They couldn't help someone who isn't letting them in. Mark never wanted those people. He was a waste of their time anyways.

Mark hasn't been to conventions in a long time. Why go and act so happy, when your heart is slowly breaking? He didn't want to meet up with people he hasn't talked to in ages anyways.

He eventually completely gave up. Days I'm bed, not bothering to get up. Was it worth it anymore? Was anything worth it?

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"Mark, are you okay?"

"Mark?"

"Mark? Are you there?"

"Mark, what's wrong?"

"Mark, for the love of god please answer me!"

"Mark? MARK?"

"I'm fine"

"Mark, you haven't fucking uploaded in a whole goddamn month. You haven't talked to me, or ANY of us in almost 3 fricking months! This isn't you Mark, this isn't the Mark I used to know! What happened? Mark, please tell me" Jack's voice echoed through the phone.

"I told you I'm fucking fine"

Jack could hear the crack in Mark's voice. You know, the crack in someone's voice before they start crying? It broke Jack's heart.

'I did this to him'

What did Jack do? Did he hurt Mark? Did he do something wrong? He just wants to help him. He cares...

That's the problem, he cares.

'I don't care anymore. Let him be'

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'Is life worth living anymore?'

Mark asked himself repeatedly.

Suddenly he hears a knock on the door. Oh joy, perfect timing.

Mark gets up from his bed, having a hard time balancing himself since he hasn't moved properly in a couple of days.

He opens the door and finds a green haired man in front of him. Many thoughts race through his mind. Should the close the door and continue living like this, or accept the fact that somebody cares. But, his anxiety wins this battle. He closes the door. He leans down the door and starts crying.

Emotions all flowing out.

"Mark Fischbach I can hear you crying, open the door!" Jack yells, knocking repeatedly on the door.

He looks around, hoping Mark was stupid enough to leave something open, and fortunately he is truly stupid.

Jack climbed through the open window. He saw Mark curled up in a crying ball on the floor. He drops all his belongings and rushes towards him. He sits on the floor next to him, rests his back on the door and grabs Mark and pulls him to his chest.

"It's going to be okay Mark, calm down" Jack says, rubbing soothing circles into Mark's back.

15 minutes after and Mark has finally calmed down. He melted into Jack's arms, he felt safe.

"Mark, why have you been blocking me out, why didn't you tell me about this?" Jack was trying to get some explanations.

"Jack, I think.."

It just hit Mark, flat in the face. All of this pain he was putting himself through, it was because of him.

"I love you" Mark finally blurted out.

That explains everything. Why Mark has been hating himself so much. He thinks he doesn't have a shot with Jack, he thinks he'll never be good enough. That's why he thinks he's not good enough for anyone.

Those words surprised Jack. What Jack just realized, he's liked him all along. Always thinking he did something wrong, always trying to seem perfect, always trying to please him.

"I think I love you too Mark..."

And with that, they closed the gap. They felt all their worries, all their sadness, all their hate, they felt it finally disappear.

'I finally understand'