Septiplier one shots ^_^

Demons

"Poor little Markiplier" the demonic male laughed, walking around the brighter one, who was looking miserably at a text. "Another failed relationship? What did you expect! You know you'll never find anyone, no one wants someone like you!" Mark shook his head desperately, slamming his hands over his ears "not even your parents, you were an accident remember? A horrible, tragic, accident!" The words echoed in marks head, loud and painful, but he refused to acknowledge the demon. "What would your dad think?" That was the final straw. Mark stood up and shakily walked over to his bathroom, pulling a small razor from a cabinate and dragging it against his skin. "I'm sorry guys" he muttered. The promises he'd made to Matt and Ryan broken as he dragged the razor again and again. With every new cut, darks words grew quieter and quieter until Mark couldn't hear them. He dumped the razor back in the cabinet and sank against the door. Tears pouring down his face as he hugged his knees, the bleeding cuts dripping scarlet. Mark didn't care, dark was right, he knew it, but it didn't stop the words being painful, every time he heard them. About 10 minuets later he heard a knock on the door and covered the cuts, pulling an old hoodie on, he stood up and answered it.
"Hiya markimoo" jack smiled, until he looked at his friend.
"Oh, hi jack, what're you doing here?"
The green haired boy ignored the question, "Mark what's the matter" he asked, more serious than he usually was.
"What do you mean? I-"
"Cut the crap Mark" jack said, looking straight at his friend. He softened his voice "I'm not blind"
Mark just nodded "come in"
The pair walked into the house and sat on the sofa, mark's eyes starting to tear up again
"S-she broke up w-with m-me Jack" Mark said, starting to cry again
"Oh god buddy, I'm so sorry" Jack wrapped his arms around Mark, and Mark leaned against him, tinting jacks jacks cheeks pink "she wasn't  worth your time"
Mark winced suddenly, as Jack brushed against his arms, the cuts still painful, though not bleeding anymore
Jack noticed.
"Mark, roll up your sleeves"
"What, why?"
Jack ignored him and carefully rolled them up, seeing the cuts
"Oh Mark"
"I'm sorry, i know I said I'd stop but-" he was cut off by Jack pulling him back into a hug and rubbing his back
"Don't you dare apologise to me! It's not your fault, but you do need to stop. I'll help you through this Mark. You're not doing this alone," Mark nodded, and curled back against the other man, feeling safe. Jack ran a hand through mark's floof and sighed
"How could anyone push you this far markimoo" he said sadly, "you don't deserve this"
"I do"
"what! No, no you don't Mark. You really, really don't."
"Jack I can't keep a relationship for more than a month, I'm such a failure at life, for gods sake, I make videos on a random website instead of getting a real job!"
"Mark..." Jack looked down at him, the tears in his chocolate brown eyes, the way he looked so young, so afraid as he lay in jack's arms shattered his heart "Mark, you make videos yeah, videos that literall millions of people enjoy. You raise so much for charities, and help so many people just be being alive. And as far as relationships," Jack blushed weakly and smiled "I'm sure you'll find someone, anyone would be lucky to have yo-" Jack was cut off by a pair of lips being pressed against his own. He closed his eyes and smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around his partner. when the broke apart again Mark smiled, despite the tears still running down his face.
"Thank you Jack"
"Any time Mark" he wiped the Americans eyes and smiled "now how about we watch a movie and cuddle, to take your mind off this?"
Mark smiled "ok"
They chose the movie and settled down, Mark lying against Against Jack, the Irishman's arms around him, running one hand through his hair. He couldn't hear that voice anymore, and he didn't think he ever would again.