Together Through Madness (Septiplier)

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Marks POV

"Get the fuck off me, faigh an ag fuck as dom!"

Mark raised his head at the sound. The accent clearly belonged to an Irish person. Mark mentally slapped himself, 'obviously they're Irish you dumbass did you not just hear them speak Irish?' Mark scowled at Dark's voice in his head and muttered 'shut up'

We must be getting a new 'patient' today as the doctors called us.

The man was about 5'8 and had pale skin and to his amusement, bright green hair. He can't really talk though considering his was blue. The Irish man had some stubble but it suited him.

Mark couldn't see his eye colour because of the distance, plus the man was thrashing around to much to see them anyway.

He watched as the guards picked the slightly small man who started thrashing more violently, the guards struggling with carrying him out of sight.

'Ooh a pretty one isn't he, maybe he can be our next victim' Dark's voice rang out like an echo through his head, Mark nodded before going back to his drawing.

~3 hours later~

"Mark Fischbach!" Mark looked up at the guard who had entered the cafeteria.

Mark raised an eyebrow and stood up, walking over to the guard who was about 6 foot, but he never intimated Mark, in fact it seemed like Mark intimated him more.

"Come with me." Brad (the guard) said and turned around walked out the door.

Huffing Mark followed him. The hallways were filled with doors that leaded to cells. After they passed his Mark became a little hesitant and suspicious.

'They might be trying to hurt you, kill him before they can' Dark said. Mark glared at the guards back, it might be true, what if they were going to hurt him?

Mark shook his head at how stupid Brad was, letting an inmate who is clearly capable of murder walk behind him. Now that he notices, Brad didn't have any weapons on him, it would be so easy to kill him.

But no, he couldn't, he had to keep his act together if he wanted to get out in the next year and go back to killing people without having to worry about being caught.

After about 10 more minutes of silence and Mark arguing with Dark whilst walking behind Brad. They finally came to a stop in front of an office like room.

Mark realized where they were, it was Mrs. Eligan's office, she was head of the asylum. Mark narrowed his eyes, he had never liked the woman, she was very prissy and quite bitchy.

"In you go." Brad ushered him in, Mark glared at him and walked in, the door closed behind him.

"Hello Mr. Fischbach." Mark made eye contact with the woman, she was still the same as the last time he saw her, 10 months ago. Brown hair pulled up into a bun, tanned slightly wrinkled skin and stern blue eyes. ((A/N just imagine Minerva from Harry Potter, but more bitchier and slightly younger))

Mark nodded his head at her, just wanting to get this over with.

"Due to the amount of patients we have received there has been a shortage of cells to give. We have decided to put two patients in a room together, you will be paired up with Sean McLoughlin, our newest member." Eligan nodded her head over to a someone who Mark hadn't noticed was there until now. He realized that it was the Irish guy from earlier. Sean didn't acknowledge him and just glared at the ground.

Mark looked back at Eligan. "Well isn't that a fucking fantastic idea, because no ones gonna hurt each other at all" Mark snapped. It was a terrible idea, there's going to be a death a day.

Eligan didn't look fazed by his tone and continues to talk.

"Language Mr Fischbach." She said sternly. "Now, you'll have to show Me McLoughlin here around and teach him the ways of Blackwood asylum. I expect you to respect him and don't, let the voice tell you otherwise." Eligan's voice went low as she pointed a finger at Mark. Unfortunately, the mention of the 'voice' in my head had grabbed Sean's attention and he looked up. He had vibrant blue eyes, like the ocean.

Mark glared at her and nodded slowly.

"Right. Off you two go, Brad will be waiting for you outside."

Mark waited for Sean to get up and walk in front in him, he didn't trust this green haired man yet and refused to walk in front. Sean seemed to notice this and rolled his eyes waking out.

"Call me Jack. I don't like you yet so call me Jack." Mark raised an eyebrow and walked out behind him.

'Isn't he feisty? No matter, we will gain his trust and then we can have him.' Mark smirked and nodded at Dark.

Did ya miss me? Did ya?? No? Well fine then *huffs and turns away*
If you're wondering what the fucks going on, they're in a mental asylum and this is an AU, Alternative Universe.