Septiplier One-Shots! (Boyxboy)

'C'mon Mark'

Jack couldn't remember anything. All he knew was that something had destroyed his village and that he was trapped under something heavy, and it was crushing his ribs. Everything had gone downhill since Ireland became a country that North Korea wanted to keep an eye on. Constant fear of being bombed had lead to this day. And everything was gone. Jack's YouTube channel would have to be stopped if he didn't recover and everything he knew and loved would just go down the drain. And yet Jack felt almost accepting of his impending death. He knew that, even if he did survive, he'd be left with physical and mental scars that would take more than a bottle of medicine and a hug to make better. So death just seemed like an easy way out. He wouldn't be left alone, because he'd have no-one to be without. He lay back and felt jagged pieces of rock and debris stab his pale skin. Then he heard a familiar shout. A voice that echoed through his empty, decapitated street and warmed his very soul. It must have been days, maybe even weeks, since the bombings and yet Jack had stayed alive, completely giving up on guessing the time of day and day of the month.

"SEAN!! SEAN, IT'S ME, MARK! ARE YOU THERE?"

"M-Mark...." Jack managed to whisper out, knowing full well that Mark wouldn't be able to hear him. Then another voice came into earshot.

"Jack!!! It's Felix! C'mon, man, please say you made it..." Felix shouted, sounding hoarse and tired but carried on regardless.

I'm here, guys! Mark, Felix, I'm here and I'm alive! Please find me... Please... Jack thought desperately, begging that he could make them see him. Then an idea popped into his head and his hope slowly flowed back. He could sing.

I know, stupid, but Jack could sing, and amazingly at that, and he had a strong singing voice. Just a verse, just one muttered verse, might mean that they see him. They save him. And he knew the song that would make him heard.

"Get out your guns, battles begun

Are you a saint, or a sinner?

If loves a fight, than I shall die

With my heart on a trigger."

Felix snapped his head back as he heard a gentle humming. He heard that infectious tone of Irish laced in the wind.

"Mark, I think I can hear Jack!!"

"W-Where?!?"

"Over in the pile of concrete! He's singing!"

Mark stayed silent but felt hope build slowly back up. He ran over to a pile of debris and started digging mindlessly, trying so hard to find Jack.

C'mon, Mark! He's gotta be here! If he's dead, I think I'll die, too.

"M-Ma...Mark?" Jack whispered, seeing a blinding light crack through the stone above him and a single glimpse of an oak eye, staring at his own. Everything went blurry but the last thing he heard was some deep, angelic voice calling his name...

A/N
No, your notifications didn't lie, I've actually updated! I know I died on y'all but school has been fucking stupid recently, and there was huge drama in my friend group, like REAL FUCKING drama but oh well! I also started shipping BillDip (blame my girlfriend OopsIShipIt! It was all her fault!) and two of my teachers... My History teacher and my English/Religious Philosophy... THEY ARE BOTH MEN I HAVE NO STRAIGHT SHIPS!!! Anyway, I had a fucking fan-girl attack at break and well... my friends got very worried XD
Anyway, hope you enjoyed!
-Anonymous