Release - Septiplier

Chapter Eleven

A/N: So sorry for the late update. My family is getting rid of my dog tomorrow and I honestly have been taking it so hard, so I'm sorry if updates are off for a while.

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"I'm sorry," Jack murmured after we arrived back to the cabin. He sat down on the couch in the living room that we hardly used - considering we usually sat on the floor in front of the fireplace. Chica immediately took the spot next to him, resting her front half on his lap. He pet her softly, not looking up at me. 

"For what?" I asked and Jack lifted his head, showing the tears he had in his eyes. I frowned and knelt in front of him, putting my hands on his knees.

"E-Everything," He choked out and sniffled roughly, trying to keep the tears at bay. "F-For lying to you, not believing in you, blaming you for Eli's death... It wasn't your fault. I trust that psychic... it all makes sense, doesn't it? Why didn't I trust you? Of course it wasn't you. I mean you're Mark! Not stupid Darkiplier! What is wrong with me?!"

"Nothing, sweetheart, nothing is wrong with you," I quickly moved closer to his face, Chica backing away off his lap, allowing me to get closer and kiss him softly, tasting salty tears. 

"I-I mean, you're you! I've known you for so long, how could I not see that you're not completely you? I'm such an idiot," He sighed and sniffled again. I moved between his legs and tugged him into my arms, hugging him tightly. 

"Sweetheart, you have to listen to me. Right now, okay?" I asked, pulling away from him. He nodded, brushing the tears away from his arm, his lips pulled into a tight frown. "You are not an idiot. Hell, I spend more time with myself than anyone else and I didn't know about this so-called spirit in me until Eli told me in my dream. I've been blaming myself for everything that happened. I can't even say that it wasn't entirely me killing, considering it was all based around my feelings for you and the fact that I got jealous so easily. None of it was your fault. You didn't push me into doing it and how could you know if I wasn't really me if I didn't know myself?"

"I-I guess you're right, it's just... Wait... You knew? When? Eli told you?" He asked, rubbing tears away again after more fell. I nodded.

"Yeah... It was recently and I still wasn't sure if it was just my messed up brain or what," I sighed deeply and let my eyes meet his. Those beautiful ocean-blue eyes should never be filled with sad tears, though he always looks beautiful, even when sad. 

"I-" He was about to add more, when my phone started ringing. I groaned and pulled it out of my back pocket. I let out a small, 'huh.' "Who is it?"

"Felix. Haven't heard from him in a long time," I thought aloud and set my phone down, not answering. I looked back to Jack, seeing him frowning harder. "What?"

"You should answer it," He ushered and I sighed loudly, grabbing it again and answering it before it had a chance to go to voicemail.

"Hey."

"Oh, shit, hi. You okay? Is Jack?" He asked quickly and I frowned, unsure why he was calling with such concern in his voice.

"Uh, relatively. Why? What's up?"

"I-I just... It's nothing, it was just a dream," He stuttered. "I'll just let you go-"

"Wait, don't hang up. What do you mean dream? Have you been having them too?" I asked without thinking much of it, suddenly realizing it might sound crazy.

"If you're having really messed up nightmares about that Eli asshole and you killing everyone, then yeah," He chuckled sarcastically. I could imagine him rolling his eyes at the question, as if he thought it would be ridiculous for us to be having similar dreams.

"Yeah, actually."

"Wait- what? You're serious?" He asked.

"Yeah. The asshole is haunting us," I said bluntly with a small smile on my lips, wondering if he'd think I was crazy for saying such a thing.

"Holy- Really? I... Shit, dude. I gotta... I gotta see you guys, I can't explain what I have to over the phone and I think a visit is long overdue."

"Um, yeah, sure. I guess I'll send you our location?" I said uncertainly, extremely confused, but I assumed all would be answered once Felix arrived. 

"Oh, yeah, I forget you moved. I'm excited to see the place, but yeah, send me the address and information. I'll try to get there tomorrow night if there's any flights," He said anxiously. It almost felt like his anxiety had picked back up again and was getting as bad as it used to be. 

"Alright, well, I guess we'll see you then..." I trailed off, my eyes meeting Jack's again, who seemed excited already. Felix hung up without another word. "That was weird."

"What? Felix is coming?" Jack asked hopefully, a small smile crossing his lips after I nodded. "What was weird?"

"He sounded rushed... And... I'm not sure how to explain it. I guess we'll find out once he gets here," I sighed and sat next to Jack on the couch, wrapping an arm around him, the other still holding my phone. 

"At least we get to show him the cabin and have him meet Chica," He smiled, before biting his lip. "Maybe we should take him to that psychic. I mean, he was there when everything was happening, maybe he plays a role in this story too."

"Maybe," I agreed with a deep hum. "He did mention dreams that were extremely similar to ones I've been having."

"That's strange. About Eli?" 

"Yeah."

"Oh," He frowned. "When's he coming?"

"He's trying for tomorrow night. I better send him our address," I remembered and took my arm back that was around Jack to text on my phone, quickly messaging Felix, so he could buy his ticket. I wondered what he was going to do about his channel while he visited us - we already had a ton of videos done ourselves, as we had too much time to ourselves in the middle of no where. "In the meantime... Wanna carve some pumpkins?"