The Beast I Have Become

Chapter 7

        Once upon a dumbass day, there came to be a dumbass me whose name is Mark Fischbach. The dumbass tried to transform on his own, thus ended up getting one hell of a headache. Congratulations, Mark Fischbach! You've achieved complete asininity.
        I actually did try to transform by myself and it didn't work out as well as I thought it would. I end up now with this terrible ass headache which makes it feel like I a got a bat to my head. I took two tablets of ibuprofen, but it only had a little effect. I'm not taking anymore because I don't know what it would do if I took too much of that medicine. I'm pretty sure you can't get high off of it, but I don't want to give it a try either.
        "You doing all right, Mark?" Matt asks me when he sees my face, which I'm trying my best to make it appear that I don't have a throbbing ass headache. That's much harder than you think, it's like me trying not to cry when I look at all that my fans have done for some doofus like me. I'm a baby when it comes to that stuff. I love my fans so much.
        "Yeah," I croak. "I'm fine. I just have a headache." Matt nods and returns to what he was doing before he asked. Why did I try to transform? I'm such a dumbass! Dammit!
        "Mark," Ryan says. "Are you sure didn't do or try to do something? You seriously seem off and you're a little pale." Pale? I didn't know I was pale.
        "Uh, nnnoooo?..." I reply. Dammit! They know I'm lying now! Why are you such an idiot, Mark? Ryan and Matt give me a look that says, Really? Just spill it out, we know you're lying. Fuck. "Ok fine. You got me. I tried to transform on my own."
        "You what?!" Matt asks with wide eyes while Ryan falls off the arm of the couch which is where he was sitting.
        "I'm sorry," I reply now a little hysterical. "I don't know what got into me! I just had the stupidest idea to actually try it!"
        "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Matt asks, his voice high in octave.
        "Ya!" Ryan says while getting up. "I knew you had problems in the first place, but that's a little far out, don't you think?" I shrug, my head low and my eyes looking at the other wall.
        "Mark are you aware of how risky that is?" Matt asks me, looking at me like I've grown five extra heads.
        "Yes! I do!" I reply, the feeling of pressure being put on me stressing me out greatly.
        "Where'd you do it at?" Ryan asks me, the bridge of his nose pinched by his index finger and thumb.
        "Basement," I reply. Hey, it's not like I did it outside or anything. "Hey, you've got to give me some credit for actually using my brain and using the basement."
        "True, but it's still risky," Matt replies. "The door is only wooden and the only lock you probably used was the skimpy handle lock on the door. If you transform and want out, then we might as well use that door for toothpicks!"
        "I know!" I reply.
        "Then why'd you do it?!" Ryan asks. He's obviously annoyed since this conversation isn't getting too far.
        "I DON'T KNOW WHY I DID IT!!!" I yell. "It was just something that came to my head, and me being me and my stupid self, I decided to go for it!" I calm down a bit and collect myself before I make a vein burst.
        "Ooookeyyyy," Ryan says slowly. "Just get your shit together, Mark. I've read a few things about werewolves getting too stressed or hysterical. None of them were good things either." I take his advice and take deep breaths.
        After that little part event there, we go our separate ways and do work or even just relax and check social media. I feel pretty mine right now. The full moons are the worst, but any other time I feel fine. Somewhat normal again. The only thing different is that my senses are way sharper and keener than before, which is actually something that's pretty damn cool.
        Tonight I decided to go for a walk. I prefer nighttime over the day, and it's beautiful outside. The stars are out and the waning gibbous is out and shining its lovely silver light down upon the earth. It makes me feel a little squirmy, but that's it. I don't change, but my feelings toward the moon have been way different compared to before.
        'Hey, Mark,' Jack texts me. 'I'm planning on going over there. Is that cool or is there something in between that?' I look at my calendar and find nothing coming up. The only thing I have to do is record videos.
        'No, there isn't anything planned,' I text back. Not only that, but the full moon is a time away. The next one won't be till next month. I'll let Jack know about my 'condition' when the time comes.

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After some planning and all, Jack gets tickets and comes over here to visit. Matt and Ryan are fine and were actually planning on going to visit friends and family. It was pre-planned and this was way before I got that bite. The scars are still there, but a little hard to see. Luckily they don't show on camera, and if you did try to look for it on camera, it'd be very hard to notice. It's time to pick Jack up from the airport. I go and put on my lucky flannel, grab my keys, and hop into my car.
        "Off to the airport!" I yell out at random. I probably look like a complete weirdo considering how I even pointed my finger in the air when I said it. I picked him up, it was easy to find him since his voice could probably be heard all around the whole airport. Jack is the loudest person on the face of the earth. All JackSepticEye fans know that.
        "Mark!" He replies with his thickly accented voice. "Hey, it's good to see ya!" We come in for a high five. We can give each other a hug later, but if we do it here, we'd be looked upon and homosexuals. I repeat both of us are heterosexual. I've seen too many Seltiplier fan fiction to figure out what goes through your minds when you think of Jack and I being together. My mind got an experience of 'mind rape' when I read some.
        Anyway, I get home with Jack and I let him get comfortable. He's done this before and knows what to do. He goes to the guest bedroom. Of course, we haven't done this as much as we'd like to. With Jack being in Ireland and me in LA, it's a little hard to do it often. In fact, I don't recall ever going over to Jack's place in Ireland.
        "It's good to see you too," I reply, happy to see my green-haired Irish friend. That night we order a pizza and eat on the couch while watching some of those funniest video shows. We'll laugh at some really stupid ones and sometimes comment like, "That looks like something I'd do!" or "I'm surprised I haven't done that yet!" or even, "Hey! I've done that before!". I get up and wash the grease off of my hands that the napkin couldn't get. I get a soda and grab one for Jack when he tells me to get one for him since too "since I was already standing". We drink and laugh at the fails and one time I even laughed and got a fizzy painful explosion out of my nose. In other words, I laughed and got soda up my nose. We laugh even harder as it disgustingly drips down my face and I wipe it away with a spare napkin.
        "Dammit, that hurt!" I reply in between laughs. I get up and walk to the window and turn away from Jack as I will be extra sure to get extra soda out from my nostril and notice the beautiful light shining from the now last quarter moon. That means that the new moon is coming, which is boring since you can't see it. I throw my napkin away and sit back on the couch. It's probably about eleven o'clock, and Jack looks kinda tired.
        "You ready to go to bed?" I ask after yawning. "You probably had a pretty fun time in the airport. You're probably tired."
        "Ya," he replies. "I had a long day in the airport. The funny thing I do in the airport is look out for weirdo looking people. Ya know, sometimes you see quirky people. But yeah, I'm gonna take a shower first and then go to bed. Good night." And with that, he gets up and helps me clean first before heading upstairs. Eh, I can get by without a shower for tonight. I don't usually not take showers, but sometimes I'll skip a day or sometimes even two. Anyway, I go to bed with the squirmy feeling in my stomach. My dreams coming forth and ruining my morning.