"Oh! Hello Mark! Are you okay? You seem a bit.. distressed?" Sean sang cheerfully, throwing the paper he had just drawn on in the air recklessly, starting to draw a new one.
Mark said nothing, walking up to the glass and looking at the pages that were scattered all around the ground. He frowned, seeing the same picture of a green septiceye on each page, sending shivers down Mark's spine.
"I said, are you okay Mark?" Sean suddenly slammed both palms against the glass, spitting out the words through his grit teeth, forcing a painfully large smile to spread over his pale cheeks.
Mark yelped and jumped back, surprised by the sudden sound and presence of Sean.
"F-Fine Jack" he mumbled out, swallowing thickly. "Good" Sean smiled and stepped back, walking to his bed while rolling up his sleeves. Mark looked back down at the pictures, staring at them.
"I see you've met Sam?" Sean giggled, watching Mark. "Sam?" Mark frowned, looking up at him. Sean lunged to the ground, crawling and snatching one of the pictures, pressing it against the glass, grinning. "Sam!" He said loudly and Mark forced a crooked smile, nodding.
"Haha! Sam likes you!" Sean sang, tossing the page in the air, spreading his arms out as he leaned back, closing his eyes and he threw his head back. "Can you fly Mark?" Sean asked quietly and Mark frowned.
"No Sean".
"That's a shame, I can, maybe I'll teach you one of these days?" He looked at Mark with a friendly smile, for the first time, Mark seeing a calm and warming smile from this maniac.
"Maybe?" Mark nodded, crossing his arms. "I like your hair by the way!" He stopped his friendly smile and scrambled to the glass, pressing himself against it with his palms out, staring at Mark.
"Th-Thanks? I like your hair too" Mark smiled slightly, nodding to him. Sean giggled childishly, sitting back. "It sucks! But thank you for being nice! I need to draw into it again?" Sean said, taking some of his faded green locks and pulling it over his eyes to see the colour.
"Draw into it?" Mark frowned and Sean nodded. "I draw the green in my hair with my sharpies!" Sean crawled to his desk and retrieved his colour marker and crawled back, showing Mark.
"Oh? You seem to have a lot of patience then?" Mark said slowly and Sean laughed shaking his head. "No! I snap it open and the liquid squirts all over, so I pour it on my hair!" He said, grabbing both ends of the marker and pulled down, the pen snapping in half, the watery colours flying all over, Sean holding it over his head, the liquid going over him.
Mark stepped back, smelling the ink and cringing.
"Ah! It's cold!" Sean cried out, spreading the colour all along his locks, cringing at the feeling of the cold ink on his head.
He tossed the pen away, fixing his hair before he looked up at Mark, smiling. "Tada!" He said, making jazz hands. Mark didn't know what he was thinking when he went to his monitoring set and picked up the cuffs and keys, walking back to the glass room and unlocking it.
The smile on Sean's face fell as he stood quickly and walked to the door as it opened, the cold air hitting him. He closed his eyes and breathed in, until Mark grabbed hold of his arms and cuffed him to the bed, stepping back.
Sean longed for the touch of Mark, liking how his skin felt against his own. He looked up at Mark, smiling. "Why'd you do that?" Sean asked and Mark sighed walking away and returning with a cloth and towel, Sean watching him eerily.
Sean watched him carefully as Mark kneeled to his level, bringing the wet cloth to Sean's green inked face and began cleaning it. Sean seemed baffled and surprised with the care Mark was giving him and just stared at him, his expression fitting his emotions for the first time in years.
Mark picked up Sean's hands, beginning to clean them too, Sean's eyes widening at the fact Mark was touching him.
His skin was so... soft, Sean liked it. He wanted to feel it for a long period of time, just feeling Mark's skin was all Sean was thinking of. He looked up at Mark's face which was concentrated, his tongue stuck out from the corner of his lips.
Sean wanted to lean forward and bite his tongue, wondering what it tasted like. He smirked, beginning to imagine all the things he could do to Mark, if it weren't for those god damn handcuffs.
Mark sighed when he stood and took the cloth and towel out, Sean watching after him. Mark came back and kneeled beside Sean, reaching for the cuffs then stopped, realising that the moment he took those off, Sean might jump him.
Taking the risk, Mark undid them, watching Sean, who sat up, rubbing his wrists. Mark stood and began backing away, until Sean grabbed his wrist and slammed him against the glass wall, staring at him.
"Thank you for helping me, Markimoo, I love the care and compassion" Sean whispered huskily into Mark's ear. Marks eyes were wide as he stared at Sean, watching as he lowered his head to Mark's chest, smiling at the sound of his heart thumping.
"Mmmm, oh, listen here, your heart rate is increasing? Wait... you're afraid?" Sean stepped back, staring at Mark with sad eyes, shaking his head and chuckling. "No you couldn't be, you don't think I'm crazy" Sean chuckled and stepped closer to Mark again, slipping his hands under his blue shirt, feeling his muscles underneath flex at his touch.
"Strong, I like strong" Sean purred deeply, looking up at Mark's shocked gaze.
Sean stopped and stepped back, an angered expression crossing his features, as his fingers curled into fists, punching the glass wall beside Mark's head, glaring at him. "You are fucking scared?! I told you Mark!! I am not fucking crazy!!!" Sean screamed at him, Mark shoving him back, making him stumbled over his feet and fall to the ground.
Mark rushed out the room, closing the door and locking it before Sean could stop him, glaring at him. "Come back here Mark!" Sean yelled and Mark rushed to the far door, typing in the code into the keypad, rushing out and colliding with the man from earlier.
"Woah!" He gasped, Mark looked down at his name tag. Rodney.
"S-Sorry! I need to go!" Mark said in a shaky voice, pushing past him and running out the second door, leaving the building and groaning loudly as soon as the fresh air hit his face, staring up at the star filled sky.
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Mark sat back in his car as he looked at the building which he busted out of the night prior, wondering how he could be so mad as to go back and continue his job there.
They paid very well and he need the money, without money how was he gonna buy food for his sweetheart Chica?
He sighed and climbed out the car, closing the door and walking in, gripping the straps of his backpack.
As he walked in, he saw Rodney speaking with another man, probably to try and take the job. "Mark?" Rodney seemed surprised when he saw him.
"Hey..." Mark smiled crookedly. "I thought you quit?"
"I'm not giving up just yet".
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I'm NoT cRaZy (Septiplier)
Fanfiction"Oh, and also Mark" He said, Mark looking up at him with pursed lips. "Don't look, listen or talk to Sean for too long". "Why?" "He'll drive you to insanity"
