Inside // Septiplier

Chapter 3

"Hey Mer-" The smile he had worn slowly faded into a worried gasp. His bright, blue eyes swam into his own, as they wandered around Mark's body. Mark could only stare in awe at the beautiful, Irish man who stood before him. His dark, maroon jumper accentuating his slight, green tips, his usual, denim jeans outlining his lean figure, along with his casual, black sneakers. His loose outfit clearly defined his slender stature. His dark, chocolate eyes lifted towards the fearful expression plastered on the man before him. His piercing, cerulean eyes gazed at Mark, almost staring into his soul. Mark shivered at the thought, before focusing back to his intricate features. Mark had never stood this close to Jack. To anyone. His thick, dark brown eyebrows furrowed deeply, accenting his panicked expression. His facial hair, although lacking in volume compared to his eyebrows, almost matched to Mark's own. The only difference being how Jack's reached along his chin, whereas Mark's followed along to his sideburns. Pale ears were pointed, secretly Mark wondered if Jack was really a leprechaun.

"What happened?!" Snapping back into reality, Mark watched intensely at Jack, drawn closer to his flustered profile.

"Jack, what are you doing here?" Mark's hoarse voice, clearly noticeable alerted Jack as he began to wrap his mind around the current situation.

"Never mind that! Are yer okay?!"

"Fine. Why are you here? I won't ask again."

"Yer said I could come earlier?"

"..., Look Jack, just go home ok. You're not safe here."

"What?" Jack's expression had softened into a confused gaze, Mark could only stare.

'No, stare later, Jack's my number one priority right now.'

"Jack I'll explain later ok? Just get out of here now!"

"No!"

"Jack I can't stop him run!"

"WHAT ARE YER TALKING ABOUT?!"

"Jack, please." Mark was gripping the wooden frame tightly, any second now he knew Dark would appear.

"Please, just, go."

"Mark."

"Please." With a reluctant turn, Jack began to make his way down the pathway. Chica barked in eagerness as Jack walked into her view. A faint smile appeared on Jack's hurt face, Mark couldn't bare it. As he began to close the creaking door, Jack looked back, his expression plastered almost as if the word 'Pain' was written all over him. The only words that Mark could pick up from the slight movement in the Irish man's jaw, soon began his sudden breakdown. As Mark looked the wooden door, he slid down in a fit of rage, burying his forlorn head, in his trembling hands. "I'm sorry Jack."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm so sorry."

"I've, I'll stop him. I promise." His strained voice left his quivering lip. Pushing himself against the flooring underneath him, he began to make his way towards his computer.

"No password, no entry."

He'd be letting down his eager fans, Mark never broke a promise, but for Jack, he'd do anything. Logging out of his computer, felt strange. In his usual routine, he'd just switch the monitor off. After all it was a hassle uploading videos, especially with his current internet situation. As the computer began to fade to a black screen, it reflected Mark's own battered face.

'No time. Gotta keep Jack safe.'

Moving away from his setup, he made his way up to his bedroom. Entering the room, he received an unfamiliar atmosphere. Locking the door behind him with a small, metallic key, he turned reluctantly, observing what he had expected.