Septiplier Random Headcannons

My Hands are Cold.

"And all the people say. You can't wake up this is not a dream. Your part of a machine you are not a human being. " ~Gasoline By: Halsey.

Another successful kill. Another murder. By two dark figures who have no idea what their demons have done to their reputations. Always on the run, for fear of getting caught, for fear of execution. Something that they have been doing for months now without any accusation or proof that it was actually them. Who knows. Only then and the voices that cause such madness of course. Fallen into this little unhappy, unsatisfying pit of despair that could possibly be called their lives. They've let hundreds down. Including themselves for letting the evil and disease spread. Taking them over holding what very little sanity they have in the palm of their demons hands. Making the two men bend to their will. Puppets. Dummies. Someone who no longer has a life because it's all gone to complete shit. Demons are strong things and apparently these two let them take control of what could have and would have been perfect, happy, simple lives. Ones with happiness and prosperity not ones of murder and mayhem. All is not well within the simple minds of them. But are their minds really that simple? If they were then they would have been caught by now for their hellish ways! But yet, here they are, once again murdering the innocent. Taking the last bit of faith out of themselves. Taking away some of the Extremely Extremely rare innocents out of the world. One by one. Another version of Zodiac or Jack the Ripper some may call them. Oh but no. They were hiding right under our noses. Making us laugh and smile. Who knew that they were at war in their own minds. Apparently the enemy had won! Considering what was taking place! Machines almost. Working on shear impulse and bloodlust. Destroying the barriers and working their way up in fear and loathing. No, they are something more. Something, well someone, who made us smile whenever we were sad. Who made us laugh when we were in pain. And now they are dealing the sadness and pain. Excruciating as it is to think about. Can you feel your head and heart pounding? Feel the cold spread over you. That's a flaw. A flaw in everyone's code. And their flaw came loose. These two have experience , but never had the drive to do it. It's only when and if they snap. That is when the demons explode into a frenzy. Clawing, shrieking, screaming! To be let out! Apparently that is what happened with these two. These two who many loved and adored. Now feared and hated. AntiSepticEye and Darkiplier. The flaw in the code. The voices that wouldn't give the beloved JackSepticEye and Markiplier a break. They will never wake up from the dream they are trapped in. Running on fumes. Running on nightmares. Running in cold. A broken and fragile heart. But...my question is....who knows how to fix it?