Inside // Septiplier

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The upload button stared back at his concentrated expression, reflecting off the rectangular lenses along his thin, aluminium frame. Hesitant fingers placed against the right clicker on his black, wireless mouse.

Click.

A heavy sigh exited his mouth allowing a small trail of air, follow due to the cold temperature in his isolated room. The light foot - tapping beginning in order to maintain his calmness. He had done this a million times, yet here he sat nervous and restless about the new content he would upload to his awaiting audience. Lifting himself out of his swivel, desk chair before moving towards his ajar door was a normal routine, whilst waiting for the slow internet to allow the video to pass onto youtube. Running his hand through his dark locks complemented with his red tips, he let out a distant yawn before sauntering into his bland kitchen.

He began to stretch his muscular arms allowing the trail of veins to slowly crawl up his enticing biceps following the shallow groan as he closed his dry lips. Reaching for his favourite assortment of mugs, he grabbed an intricately designed, regular cup, placing it carelessly under the nozzle of his coffee machine. Placing his fingertips against his forehead, he began to lightly trace along the lines of his noticeable wrinkles. Trudging slowly towards the fridge door seemed like an effortless journey, before reaching the milk weariness would fall over him slowly rocking him side to side, before grasping back to reality. He stopped for a while pondering whether or not to have sugar or just plain ol' black coffee. Hearing the blaring beep from the monstrous machine, allowed his thoughts to wander back leading to his decision of just having it with milk. He chuckled as the thought of why it would matter if he had his coffee one way or another, as he brought the cup to his agape mouth, he shivered at the touch. He allowed the liquid to follow down his throat, the sensation of the hot substance resting against the edge of his burning entrances, making up for the cold feel of the cup itself. A crisp noise would follow his trail of warmth, confirming the satisfaction he had looked forward to.

The glint in his chocolate coloured eyes followed against the reflection of his metallic sink. Watching the cup intently while rinsing allowed him to slowly watch the remaining powder tumble out and swim down towards the drain. Reminded him of how he flushed himself in Octodad.

Hmpf. Good times.

He'd put the washed mug in the dishwasher later, as he was more focused on the task at hand. Moving back into his inviting swivel chair, he allowed his eyes to scan the screen.

73% completed.

He cracked his knuckles in interest of how successful another one of his silly content would appeal to his audience. Reaching for the plastic, drink bottle lying next to his various plush toys seemed like an exercise at this point. He had exhausted his limbs from the constant working out he had fallen victim to. His brown eyes wandered to the bottom - right corner of his illuminating monitor. 4:30 am. Snickering once again at his silly mistake for missing sleep, and instead providing content for his audience.

"Let's hope this video will keep them entertained. After all, it was Super Mario Maker."

As the uploading bar reached to the end, he turned off the monitor before making his way to bed. The bright screen flickered off of his small device, residing comfortably on his bedside table. His thumb tapped away pressing multiple digits before being met with a message from one of his best friends.

Jack: Hey Markimoo! Wanna play some Prop Hunt w/ Wade & Bob?

Subtly, a meek grin began to grow on his face.

Mark: Ugh. Prop Hunt again? Why not another round of Move or Die? This time we'll rek Wade.

He allowed his hand to run through his greasy locks.