Release - Septiplier

Chapter Four

Jack was still in town after I cleaned the window and Chica was trailing me around the cabin, occasionally stopping to sniff a specific area - which seemed odd to me. Surely she couldn't still be finding new scents after six months of living with us. Either way, I ignored it and sat around, waiting for Jack to come home. 

I decided to check out my channel, seeing Jack had updated my channel for me with one of the videos I made. He tended to upload for me, considering he hardly slept and woke up much sooner before I did. The comment section was - as usual - filled with people asking about Jack and I, wanting to know every little detail of our lives. We hadn't necessarily confirmed our relationship and basically pretended like the past never happened. They basically knew we were an item and we made little comments, such as me calling Jack cute all the time in videos together, but we didn't go passed a kiss on the cheek in front of viewers. 

I left the computer and stepped into the kitchen, eyeing my medication and the organizer I was using for them. I opened up all the containers from sunday through saturday and started sorting my pills. Apart of me enjoyed them, they made me feel sane and normal, but another side wants to stop using them and be myself. I don't feel me when I'm on them, I feel like everyone else and I'm not sure if it's a good thing anymore. Except, if it's what's keeping Jack here, I'll continue to take them. All I need is Jack.

After getting everything in a satisfying manor, I found myself being a bit tired. I headed to Jack and I's room and laid down in bed, Chica coming to lay with me. I stroked her fur softly while my eyes started to grow heavy and the blankets feeling warm and toasty. Eventually, I fell into a soothing slumber.

~DREAM TIME~

I was in the middle of the familiar woods, running for some reason. I heard a yelp and headed in it's direction. I found Jack laying on the ground, his ankle twisted into an uncomfortable position, I wanted to pick him up bridal style, kiss him, and comfort the pain he must be in, but words I would never say to him spilled from my mouth without my control.

"Stupid fucking pet," I spat, my heart fluttering as I realized I couldn't control my movements or words. Instead of picking him up in a caring style, I lifted him up and tossed him onto my shoulder and he struggled against me, crying hard. 

"P-Please let me go!" Jack begged and tried to push himself away from me, but he was too weak. We headed into a different direction and the scene switched to my old house, cigarettes near the stoop. I stopped at them.

"Hmm, you still smoking, Jackaboy?" I asked and he started sobbing harder, trying to get away from me the best he could. I wanted to end this dream already, but I couldn't wake up. I was silently begging Chica to bark in my ear or somehow nudge me off the bed. 

"Stop!" He pleaded, but I entered the house and slammed him onto the ground, a loud crack erupting from his back as he shrieked in pain. "Mark!"

"Dark, Jack. It's Dark," I hushed him and sat on his waist, pinning his wrists to the floor. "You shouldn't have tried to leave me, Jackaboy, but I should've figured you would someday."

"Y-You... What happened? Why are you doing this to me?" He cried and I felt myself regaining control of my body and words as my heart felt like it was breaking. I immediately let him go and fell onto my own back, not being ready for all the control. I went back to my knees and looked to Jack, who tilted his head. "M-Mark?"

"How'd you know it was me and not Dark anymore?" I asked softly, my eyes watering as I noticed his face was beat up and he was bleeding. 

"Your eyes... Your eyes changed," He murmured and I leaned down to kiss him softly, remembering the crack in his back and not wanting to move him, but apparently it meant nothing, because he sat up right without yelping in pain. I hugged him tightly and felt myself crying. He pulled away once one of my tears landed on his neck. "Why are you crying?"

"Look at you... Oh my god," I cried and pulled him back into my arms. "Don't ever leave me, Jack. Please."

"W-Why would I? Where would I go?" 

"Just, don't," I begged and he hugged me back, until we heard laughing and tore away from each other, seeing Eli standing in front of us. He snatched Jack's arm and yanked him away from me, shoving him against the wall and pinning him there.

"Hi, Sean," He grinned and Jack looked at me over his shoulder in fear. "Did you miss me?"

"No," He groaned and I tried to resist laughing at how blunt he was. "No one missed you, Eli. Go away."

"Oh, don't play hard to get, love. You know it'll all be okay when we're finally together," He hummed in response, not being the least bit offended. "Someday soon, you'll die and we can be together forever."

"I don't want to be with you, you're a jerk. I want to be with Mark," He looked over at me and smiled. Eli grabbed his chin and turned his head, not allowing Jack to look at me. 

"Honey, you don't have a choice here. Death can come when you least expect it. Now, yes, it could be suicide, I wouldn't be surprised concerning the way you've been acting," Eli chuckled and I frowned, wondering what the hell he meant. "But that's not the only way and you'll join me, don't worry, love. With me, you'll never be alone."

"With Mark I'll never be alone and I hate your fucking guts!" Jack yelled and Eli opened his mouth to say something, but the world suddenly turned black.

~BYE DREAM TIME~

"Mark!" Jack shook me and I bolted straight up in bed. I saw him and immediately enveloped him into my arms. "Are you okay? You were tossing and turning like crazy, Chica wouldn't quit whining at you."

"I'm fine, sweetheart. It was just a nightmare."

"Are you sure?" He asked with a frown and I nodded.

"Kisses?" I smiled to reassure him I'm perfectly alright.

"Kisses." He giggled and pressed his lips against mine softly.