I'm NoT cRaZy (Septiplier)

Chapter 6

Mark had a bad feeling when he climbed out of car, staring up at the building which seemed to glare down at him. Not only was he late because he had overslept but he was also nervous about whether Sean would still be upset with him or not.

Mark let out a sigh as he locked his car and walked towards the building, walking in through the entrance doors. He looked up, somewhat surprised when he saw Rodney was not in the front as he usually was in the mornings, but maybe it was because Mark was late today.

As usual he went the gaping steel doors and unlocked the first one, closing it behind him, moving on to the next one and typing in the code, the door clicking open.

He frowned when he heard frustrated groans, pushing the door open slightly to see Sean staring at another man, the same widespread smile on his face as he stared crazily at the man.

"Mark was better" Sean giggled and the man scoffed.

"I really don't give a shit" He spat to Sean who giggled.

"If that's your attitude Duke, I'm afraid you won't last very long here with me, you egotistical piece of shit" Sean turned his back to Duke, his eyes met Mark's and his smile grew.

"Mark! Thank the Lord!" Sean rushed over to the glass, pressing his hands on it and looking out at him. "Get over it you diseased maniac, your precious 'Mark' is not coming back because you're crazy as fuck" Duke rolled his eyes and Sean glanced over at him with a disgusted expression before looking towards Mark with an eager grin.

"Hello Sean" Mark spoke up, closing the door behind him, his eyes meeting Dukes. "Who are you then?" Duke eyed him curiously, raising an eyebrow at him as if he were pathetic.

"Mark Fischbach, and I'm afraid you're no longer taking part in this job, so, I suggest you take your leave" Mark said in the most sarcastic voice he could handle.

"You lost the job dumbass, it's mine now, don't be a sore loser and get out of here while you still can" Duke rolled his eyes, cracking his knuckles as if to intimidate Mark.

"I'm doing you a favor, thick skulled men on steroids won't last here too long" Mark snapped back, crossing his arms carelessly. "What'd you just say? I'll crush you with my bare hands" Duke growled, walking towards Mark.

"Oh, you're already angry, you definitely are on steroids, sorry to burst your bubble asshole but, you'll die young if you keep taking them" Mark stood his ground, not one bit scared.

Duke threw a punch at Mark who easily dodged, watching as the large man stumbled to the ground. "Ouch, you totally got me" Mark mocked, but was taken aback when Duke tackled his legs, making him fall forward.

"Shit! Mark!!" Sean called out, on his knees as he pressed himself against the glass, watching nervously.

"Jesus, how much drugs do you pump into your system?!" Mark ground, rubbing his head, his eyes widening as he narrowly dodged Dukes fist which collided with the ground.

"Fuck!" Duke gasped as he held up his hands, Mark taking the chance to kick his crotch and push him back.

"Just get that through your malnourished, peanut sized brain! Leave!" Mark huffed, placing his hands on his back as he stretched, getting rid of the stiff feeling that locked in his spine.

Mark turned towards Duke, suddenly coming face to face with a chair, the legs breaking at the impact. "Holy fuck! What the shit is wrong with you!" Sean began pushing against the glass as if praying it would just break and he could get to Mark and beat the shit out of Duke.

Marks vision was blurry and his glasses were smacked off his face when the chair hit him, he could already feel the bruise forming on the side on his face, pain pulsating through him.

"Shit" Mark sat up, only getting another hit in the face from Duke, feeling himself got drozy.

Sean watched in horror, he grit his teeth in anger and looked around the room for something, anything to get him out and take this son of a bitch down before he kills his Mark.

He began slamming his chair into the glass, giving up when seeing it was not doing anything for him until he got an idea, rushing to his bed and ripping the mattress open, forcefully ripping out the springs and rushing back to the door, jiggling it desperately into the keyhole, looking up to see Mark nearly beaten to shit, until he heard a click and his heart stopped, a devious smirk grew apon his lips.

Just before Mark was knocked out, the weight was taken off of him and he groaned, he reached up to touch his face and saw blood, groaning more.

His eyes widen when he saw Sean on top of Duke, beating the shit out of him.

Dynamite comes in small packages.

Mark realised how bad it was until Sean didn't stop, Duke was already passed out but Sean carried on, Mark acting fast and wrapping his arms around Seans body, holding him as he flailed around in Mark's arms angrily, screaming at the top of his lungs until he finally stopped, laying in his arms calmly.

"Calm down Sean" Mark huffed breathlessly and Sean turned his head to look at Mark, his eyes dampened in sadness at the large bruise that formed in his cheek and forehead, the cut on his other cheek and his split lip.

"I'm sorry" Sean breathed, hanging his head. "Why?" Mark said, making his way back to the glass containment. "I just couldn't stand watching it" Sean shook his head sadly and Mark sighed, sitting him in his room.

"I hate it in here" Sean glared at the glass walls, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Trust me, I hate it just as much as you do, thank you Jacksepticeye, you saved me, but next time, don't do this" He looked back at Duke who lay unconscious on the ground.

"It feels so weird to be this close to you, without restraints that is" Sean stared curiously at Mark, biting his lip. "Imagine how I feel" Mark smiled and Sean chuckled before he huffed and leaned up closer to Mark, pushing his lips against Marks.

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