Mark awoke once more groaning and feeling sore in his lower area "what the hell happened...." He mumbled to himself, "I gave you a blow.." Jack replied as he was finishing getting dressed, "you fell asleep, again..." Jack sat on a chair putting on some shoes. "WE FUCKED AGAIN?! DO YOU NOT HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS?! HOLY SHIT!" Mark screamed shooting up from the bed quickly putting his clothes on, and Chica walked behind him.
Chica's POV From last night: "OOOOH! Daddy and Uncle Jack look like they're playing a game! I want to play!" She jumped on the bed but was soon shooed away by Mark "Daddy.... I want to play with the stick... Jack gets to... Why can't I?..." She whined in her doggy whine.
Jack laughed a little "3...2....1...." Mark stormed back in again "Why the hell did we fuck?!" Mark was very confused. "Because, we wanted to, this was meant to be." Jack replied happily. "HOW ARE YOU OK WITH THIS?! SEPTIPLIER I-IS A THING NOW! WHAT ARE WE GONNA TELL OUR VIEWERS? GUESS WHAT YOUR FANFICTIONS AND FAN ART WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG?!" (*cough cough* ) Jack slowly wiped the spit off his face and slowly got up and patted Marks arm, "we don't... We don't say a word.." Jack walked out of the room and into the kitchen to prepare lunch.
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Septiplier trash
ФанфикJack is visiting Mark for two weeks, as the days pass by, their bond grows stronger... Soon both of them realize that they were made for each other but don't want to the world to know.. Btw... Logic will not make sense.
