Septiplier Random Headcannons

Forever and Always. Till Death do us Part.

"And he says I love you forever, forever and always. Please just remember even if I'm not there. I'll always love you forever and always." ~Forever and Always Parachute

Mark.

"You can fuckin' stay with Matt tonight Sean!" I shouted into the speaker on my Iphone. I slammed my index finger on the End Call button and slammed my phone down on the coffee table. Just another spat, I'd be over it by the next morning.

I screamed into the empty shell that was Jack and I's house. I rolled my eyes as my face met my hands. Another spat, another fight over the phone, over something completely stupid. And it wasn't even our fault. God planning a wedding is stressful...First our cake decorator cancels on us and then our wedding photographer decides to cancel too. What the hell! I thought.

I let out a yawn and stretched. I needed a nap. I turned my phone on vibrate and went to lay down on the couch in the living room. I sat down and took my shoes off, placing my phone on the table, grabbing a pillow and laying down. I put my hands above my head and soon fell asleep.

*Two Hours Later*

I woke up, and groaned. I had been asleep longer than expected I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. It was dark outside, I turned and looked at the clock. 9:00 P.M. Dang. I didn't mean to sleep that long. I sat up and shook my head, letting out another yawn. I reached over and turned my phone on.

Jesus, 75 new messages and 20 missed calls, all from Jack, his mom, and my mom. What the hell?

I was just about to check them when my phone rang again. I immediately answered when I saw that it was the hospital calling me. I felt my stomach and heart drop. I answered.

"Hello is this Mr. Fischbach?" Said the man on the other line.

"Speaking, may I ask what has happened?" I said, knowing my luck either one of my friends or quiet possibly my mom got hurt, or possibly sick, nothing to bad though, my mom was pretty healthy and took care of herself, my mood lightened a bit, until he told me what happened.

"Your fiance, Sean, was in a car accident two hours ago, you may want to get here quickly, he's in bad shape, he may not make it through the night."

My heart sank. My body became as cold as ice. I started to shake as tears formed in my eyes. "S-Sean...." I couldn't stop shaking, tears starting to stream down my cheeks. I took a deep breath.

"Tell him..." I said my voice breaking, "Tell him I'll be there soon." I said hanging up and quickly pulling on my shoes, fumbling for the laces I stuck my phone in my pocket, grabbed my keys and raced out the door.

When I arrived at the hospital I was greeted with the all to familiar sound of an ambulance siren. I raced in and quickly checked in with the nurse at the front desk racing to Jack's room. Room 38, I took a peak inside. My heart stopped. My head pounded.

Sean was laying in bed, his leg up in a sling with a cast around it, broken no doubt. His eyes were closed, he had cuts along his legs and arms, along with his face, from the glass and gravel, his left eye was swollen shut, he was still bleeding from some cuts on his arms, his left arm was bent at a odd angle. I slowly walked in.

My mother was sitting in a chair by his bed, she looked up at me.

"Oh Mark honey..." She said blinking back tears, she shook her head. "I-I'm so sorry....we tried calling...you wouldn't answer..." I bit my bottom lip to stop from crying. It was my fault, he must have been on his way home whenever he got into the accident.

I sat down on the foot of the bed, as the doctor entered the room, "You must be Mark. I'm Doctor Watts." He said walking over and shaking my hand. He gave a sympathetic smile, and ran me through the details of the incident.

"He went to turn onto an off ramp and got hit by a drunk driver. His car flipped four times and landed in a ditch. Somehow he survived through all of that and made it back to the hospital, my daughter is actually a big fan of both of your channels, shes the one who told me to call you."

I let out a weak smile, "Tell her Markimoo says thank you...." I said looking down as i felt a hand slide onto mine.

"Tell her Jackaboy says thank you as well..." His voice, so faint, it hurt seeing him like that. I turned my head and let out a small smile. How can this dork still smile at a time like this. I would never understand, but he was still in high spirits.

I smiled and squeezed his hand, "How ya feeling babe?" I said trying to keep my composer.

He smiled faintly and looked around the room, "Oh, I'm okay I guess." He was in a daze, shocked maybe. He wasn't all there, so he could quite possibly have head trauma.

I stayed next to him, talking about the life that we were going to have together, the good times, the bad times, the future. Until he went into a coughing fit, he was coughing up ungodly amounts of blood. I was rushed out of the room and was left pacing in the hallway.

I soon heard, the line, go flat.

*Two Weeks Later*

I sat on the ground, near the grave site, of the man I loved. Tears stung my eyes, he would never come back to me. Ever. I twisted the gold ring on my ring finger. Before he had passed away, he had written me a letter. I couldn't get the courage to open it. I knew I had to. I took a deep shaky, breath, and reached into my pocket, pulling out the folded piece of paper. I slowly opened it up, revealing Sean's slightly messy handwriting, one thing among a lot of things that I was going to miss about him. I slowly began to read it.

Dear Mark,

When you read this, I will be gone from your arms, but I know that I will never be gone from your heart. I know that you will forever hold me in your heart. Keep me with ya no matter what. Take care of Gizmo for me, and ma and dad. I know you'll miss me but you don't have to. Even though you will. Look ,keep it up, keep that fat head held high and remember that I will love you forever and always no matter what, through all of the times, good, bad or indifferent, I'm always gonna be there watchin over ya, your my best friend, my love and my life. So long as your alive, I'm alive and I know that you will keep my spirit alive. I love you Mark, I always have, and always will.

-Love and Best wishes from yours truly, Jackaboy

P.S. Booper Dooper, I can't wait to see you again Mr. Iplier.