Vidcon: How Septiplier Came True (Editing)

Chapter 9: One Simple Video

Mark set me down on the couch once we were inside. I was still trying to stay awake while he left to his recording space. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, hoping the sleep would fall off of them. At this point, my coffee began to settle into my system. Hooray for caffeine! Mark came downstairs again and set up the camera. I looked over at him. "Are we doing this tonight?" I asked. He nodded. "Some people already know. Might as well tell them all." He sat down next to me on the couch and pressed record.

"Hello, everybody. My name is Markiplier, and I here with..." I high-fived at the camera. "Top of the mornin' to ya, laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye!" Mark then grabbed my hand out of frame and began to explain us. "Now, if you guys haven't seen it all over the place by now, I would like to say that Jack and I are in a relationship." He raised up our intertwined hands. "It's okay if you don't like the fact that we are together," I stated. "We understand that not everyone will accept our relationship. However, we are still the same goobers that play video games. We haven't just changed ourselves because of how we feel. We are the same people." I looked over at Mark, who nodded at me. "To those who are okay with this, or support it, thank you. It means a lot to us that it wouldn't matter to you who we dated. Just thank you, so much." We both looked up at the camera and grinned. "Septiplier Away!" we shouted at the same. Mark leaned over and softly kissed my cheek. "Just remember, we aren't doing this to please people or make the shippers happy," Mark said after returning to his original position. "This is our decision. It's how we feel." We then both did our outros and shut off the camera. Mark took the footage and uploaded it to both of our accounts. We sat there, waiting for the responses to roll in.

Within a few hours, millions of views and comments appeared. Our social medias were blowing up with so many questions, supportive responses and the occasional hate. However, as much as I loved reading and answering comments, I decided not to. No response was needed at this point and I really didn't want to cry. Not just because of the hate, because that doesn't matter to me, but because of the wonderful comments and words that people would write saying our decision was okay. I never thought I'd be here in this moment. And, right now, I was too happy for words.

I went upstairs to Mark's room, wondering why he had been up there alone for so long. He went up there about an hour ago and hasn't said a word to me since. As I neared his bedroom door, I heard quiet sobbing. I slowly opened the door to reveal him curled up on his mattress. I approached him cautiously, trying not to alert him of my presence. Upon my approach, I saw his phone lying next to him. It was open on a comment that, as I read it, made me tear up.

"Mark, are you serious? Are you really going out with Jack? In all reality, I can't believe it. To think my own hero, the person that helped me through so much, turned out to like boys. Unbelievable. I hate to say this, but I don't think I can watch your videos anymore knowing that you are disgustingly gay. I'm sorry, but I can't accept you and your relationship. Unsubscribed."

'Are you fucking kidding me?! Just because he's in a relationship with me? Just because we love each other?' I shook my head in disbelief as the phone's screen shut off. I was expecting hate, but not like this. I went over to Mark and began hugging him tightly. He relaxed in my arms so easily and cried into my chest. I hated to see him like this. I wanted to see him smile, not cry. I rocked back and forth, trying to calm him. I whispered soothing words into his ears. "Shhhh, it's okay. It's okay, Mark." He looked up at me with his red, puffy eyes. I smiled sadly at him. Removing my arms from his body, I cupped his face in my hands and wiped away his tears with my thumbs. I leaned forward, kissing his forehead and letting my lips linger for a bit. As I pulled away, I saw a small grin form on his face.

"Hey," I whispered. "I see you've been reading." Mark shook his head. "I know that wasn't the smartest idea, and it really shoudn't have made me break down, but it did." He sniffled a bit, trying to stop his tears from falling. I wrapped my arms around him once more to comfort him. He accepted my embrace effortlessly. "So, how many did you read?" I asked. I was curious to see how many hateful comments met his gaze. He sighed. "About 15. Some had really harmful words. I just couldn't handle them, I guess." I gripped onto his shirt tightly. I shook my head against his shoulder. "That's not the reason," I told him. "No one should ever write or say words to harm a person. You knew not everyone would accept us. You even said it yourself. But, as long as we love each other, nothing can hurt us, right?" He nodded and began to rub my back. "We'll be okay. As long as I have you in my life, I'll be fine," Mark mumbled into my shoulder. I let go of him and got up from the bed. "I have an idea. Why don't we have a little movie night and cuddle?" He smiled at me. He looked better than he was earlier. I could at least see his bright smile once more. "Sure. I'd like that," he responded.

That night, we made popcorn and watched a bunch of Game Grumps while snuggling against each other in his bed. I wanted Mark to be as happy as possible. I knew that this wouldn't make him entirely happy, but it would at least help. I could tell he needed this. He told me what some of the comments had said, and some made me feel a bit sad. Some people wanted us to die. Others seemed just uncomfortable with us together. A few tears fell from his brown eyes when he began to remember the comments. I dried his tears once more and told him not to think about them anymore. They were unnecessary and cruel. No one needs those words in their mind.

It was about 10:45 when Mark fell asleep. We couldn't stay up way too late because we had to go back to the convention tomorrow. Now, because of these comments, I became nervous and afraid again. I didn't know how some people would react. The people today seemed to mostly accept us. They seemed happy for us. And, I know the fanfiction writers were extremely happy. I just felt unsure about what would happen the next day. I took off my shirt and pulled the blanket over Mark and I. I kissed his cheek after I took off his glasses. I snuggled into his chest. I wanted everything to be alright. I wanted to make sure Mark didn't get hurt. I just hoped that tomorrow wouldn't end in total chaos.

'Please, let tomorrow be okay.'

A/N: This chapter is really short, which I dislike severely. However, I hope you enjoyed it. It has been a long time since I took the time to write something, but it was good to write. I am writing the next chapter, so hopefully, it'll be out soon. Ciao for now!

-Jepsyca

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