I'm MoRe InSaNe (Septiplier)

Part 1

> 2 years later <

Mark stared out at the wall, smiling to himself, giggling every few seconds, watching as the man walked around, shifting uncomfortably under Mark's constant stare.

Mark now knew how Sean felt when he was in that glass room, when Mark was watching him, except now, Mark was the one in the box and Sean wasn't the one watching him.

He lied, Sean lied to him. Mark stopped smiling snarling lowly at the thought of Sean, his fingers curling up into fists. Two long years of being in that damn glass room and for what?

Mark wasn't certain anymore... He now had no idea how he could have loved Sean, he was the reason he was here, he was the reason Mark has wasted two fucking years in a glass room. It was his fault.

Mark would often catch himself thinking about Sean daily, remembering what he had said the last time they saw each other. 'I'll come back for you' Sean said, he promised, but has he come? No.... He hasn't heard from Sean since then, realising that he was never going to come.

Mark would wonder what he had done to deserve this? All he ever did was love and accept Sean, he saw through his differences and loved him unconditionally, but now, his love for Sean was buried under all the hatred and anger he had gained over the years.

Mark but his lip and shut his eyes tightly, shutting out the world around him, his jaw clenched when Sean appeared in his mind once again, wishing that he could just get hold of Sean and show him how he had felt over those years, give him so much more agony than Rodney ever could have.

God he hated Sean.

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Sean groaned loudly sitting up slowly and rubbing his eyes, feeling the bed dip slightly and soft fur brushing against his skin smiling and hugging Chica.

"Hey girl, how ya doing Chica?" Sean said, petting her and kissing her head, giggling as she licked him. "Sean! I told you she shouldn't be on the bed!" Jenna groaned as she glared at Chica.

"Let her do what she wants!" Sean rolled his eyes, scratching behind Chica's ear. "She's gonna get the fur all over the bed!" She whined, pouting and crossing her arms stubbornly.

"She's a happy puppy! I want her to be happy" He stood, walking over to her and taking her hands in his, intertwining their fingers together. "Yeah, yeah" She smiled and he grinned, leaning closer to her and kissing her softly, feeling her kiss him back.

(Please don't kill me...)

"Are you going now?" He asked, whispering against her lips, hearing her giggle and nod. "Yeah, can't keep the kids waiting" She stepped back, grabbing her bag.

"I guess, now go! Don't let me stop ya!" He waved her off, letting her kiss his cheek and leave the house. The moment he heard the front door close he dropped his smile, his eyes drooping and his shoulders slumped.

"Oh Chica, I feel like shit, nothing different?" Sean fell onto the bed, squeezing his eyes closed tightly. "I need to see him girl, but I can't" he huffed, sitting up and pulling his knees to his chest, Chica sitting beside him.

"You know why! What happens if they recognize me?" He asked, Chica blinking at him and he sighed in defeat. "Oh you're right Chica! But, he'll hate me! I know he will!" Sean proclaimed, hugging the dog.

"It's worth a try, yeah? Maybe.... maybe I could bring something..." he stood, pacing around in the room, Chica watching him. "You know, like, something to remind him?" He bit his lip, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

His eyes landed on his chest where he kept his secret items, the chest Jenna was not allowed to touch, slowly walking over to it, kneeling in front of it and opening it, Chica sitting beside him, watching what he was doing.

Sean opened it and gaped at all the things inside, like his cap that Mark had gotten him, the broken sharpies, the drawings of Sam and the one that always broke Sean heart, was the picture Mark took with him the first time they went out together.

He couldn't stop himself from breaking down into tears, blaming himself for everything, it was all his fault, if it weren't for him none of this would have happened. Half the time Sean wished he was never born.

He sighed and wiped his wet cheeks, feeling Chica licking him face, making him smile lightly, hugging her slightly, kissing the side of her head.

"Okay, I'll go, I promise" he sighed, looking back into the chest, smiling at the cap and picking it up, placing it on his head, sighing.

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Start of the Sequel, sorry if it sucks, I kinda wanted to get into the topic pretty immediately so it wouldn't take long and I wouldn't have to add in so much boring detail. I hope you enjoy this story as much as you seemed to live the other one, sorry if it's not as amazing as the first.