Septiplier One Shots

Disney Brawls

Mark looked around the room at everyone else trying for the same position as him. Disney had recently announced their newest, most talked about, and most controversial movie of all time. He, and every other guy, in this room, were trying out for the gig as of Prince Timothy at Disney World.

Disney's first gay Prince.

Prince Tim was the prince of Iplier, a far away magic land. He had a dark complexion and darker hair. Mark looked down at the character description, he may as well be looking at a list of physical descriptions about himself. He matched this character very well, hauntingly well.

Prince Tim had always been told he was going marry one of the daughters from the land of Septic and merge their two lands. Prince Tim had attended a ball at Septic and after leaving for air he ran into the young Prince of Septic, Samuel. Tim and Sam spoke for hours until Tim told Sam he'd love to see him again.

Long story short, through a series of adventures they saved the day, fell in love and had a kiss at the end of the movie. Prince Sam was pale with blue eyes. A real catch in Mark's mind but that was neither here nor there. He was here for a job.

"Mark Fischbach?"

Mark looked up from the short script given to him with some test lines and followed the lady calling his name from a list into the interview room. Mark sat opposite of the women. "Ok, Mr. Fischbach, tell me why you want this job? I mean you look fit and well enough to get any other job than at Disney as a Prince. Why this roll?"

Mark felt himself sweat. This was a trick. Best to just be honest, "I guess I could but you know honestly I want this one. Not just because I can be at Disney every day but because this roll means something to me. An openly gay couple? In a Disney movie? I need to be part of that. I was bullied as a kid for being gay, it was horrible. Somedays I wouldn't even want to go to school and knowing that maybe some kid will this movie and know they can are normal. I don't know, I just need to be with that."

Mark took a deep breath. That had been a mouthful. He looked at the women and watched as she smiled and wrote something down and then put a star by his name before asking him the next question.

-

Three weeks later, he got the call. Disney wanted him. He would have to come by in two days and get all the rules and meet his Prince Sam. Mark nearly screamed when he hung up, he didn't but he did fist bump the air.

"FUCK YES!"

He heard a thud on the wall. His neighbor Lo, a real witch of a women, yell at him, "Language!"

He stuck his tongue up at the wall. She was just jealous.

-

Mark sat in the office at Disney, again with the women who interviewed him, he learned her name was Molly and that she was actually his boss. He sat across the table from his new boss and an empty seat next to him which he assumed was for his new co-worker. Whoever he was he was ten minutes late to the first day.

Mark turned to the door when he heard a commotion. The door swung open to reveal a disheveled looking man. His hair was all over the place and his one pant legs was tucked into his sock, "I'm here. I'm fucking here! Oh dear lord! Sorry, I'm late!"

Molly drew her lips tightly together and pointed to the seat next to Mark, "Mr. McLoughlin, if you would?"

The man sat gingerly next to Mark. Mark took his appearance in more closely. He wasn't half bad looking, he was actually kind of cute and if Mark wasn't mistaking he picked up on some accent. The man turned to Mark and stuck his hand out, "Jack."