Septiplier smut >#< (one shots)

Going nuts

Me?! Writing?! Again?! Madness! Jack-Anti story 😘 this'll be a journal thing I dunno you can figure it out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You're walking in an abandoned building, and see a blood stained journal. With the name "Sean" written in it. You read it out of curiosity.

Sept. 28, 2016
I've decided to make a journal, Signe suggested it. So here you go. Or here I go???? I don't know I'm new at this. I've attempted to do this in the past but I've never committed. But anyway, I'm supposed to talk about my day????
Today was a normal day of shooting, I made Signe a yummy dinner, and I went for a run. Mark and I are gonna do a video together later. That's always exciting.

Sept. 29, 2016
I had a scary dream last night...I was screaming at all my friends and family. All I could do was yell and throw things at them. It might just be a thing...I don't know. It was weird. I have to cut it short I need to record.

Sept. 30, 2016
I had the dream again, except this time...I really hurt them...I through a knife at my mom, then I pushed Mark down the stairs. I punched Felix in the face. It's hard to talk about...but that's what happened. I woke up and had to throw up. It was so intense I don't know what to do. I told Signe about it and she said if it happens again then I should see a therapist.

Oct. 1, 2016
I had another dream, except I...killed her. Signe. I woke up with a panic attack, she wasn't in bed so I started screaming her name. She ran into the room and consoled me. She cuddled me and made me food. I decided to take a break from recording. I spent the entire day with Signe. Holding her hand and cuddling her non-stop. She didn't mind though, she was happy for the attention.

I had a therapy appointment, and the doctor said it's probably excessive work and not enough sleep. He prescribed sleeping meds and Xanax. I am taking a break from recording for awhile, my fans'll understand. They're really understanding.

Oct. 3, 2016
I slept the entire day yesterday. It was refreshing. No awful dreams, no work, all relaxing. Signe stayed with me the entire time as well.

Oct. 4, 2016
I spoke way too damn soon. Fuck. I had another dream last night. This time I tortured Mark and laughed the entire time, then I woke up smiling. And I had a great day. There is something fucked.
No matter how much I tried to have a bad day, I couldn't stop smiling.

Oct. 5
*as the reader you notice a change in hand writing, sloppier and harder to read*
Wow...last nights dream was the most intense yet...but awesome. I didn't tell Signe...I stopped going to my therapist. I woke up with the biggest smile on my face, and every time I thought about it I couldn't stop laughing. It was like the one with Mark...but even better. And more violent. Bye bye

Oct. 12
Haha! Sorry I haven't written in a whole Journal. I've been so busy forcing sleep on myself. The dreams are fueling me. Signe left me because she was scared of me. I always have a deranged smile on my face according to her, ha. And I cut my hands when I can't sleep just for the sight of blood. She saw them and thought I was suicidal. HA!!!! WHAT DOES SHE KNOW?! sorry. That was loud, I apologize journal.

I'm starting to feel your consciousness, sorry I didn't realize it earlier. When I just treated you like an object. That's one of the reasons she left, I put you over her. I wouldn't I? Ugh that uneducated....sorry. I don't mean to get flustered.

Oct. ?
My neighbors heard the laughing, and called the cops. When they showed up I just laughed louder. I started running and frantically moving around. They tried to restrain me, but I bit one of there necks and stabbed the other one. WHY CANT PEOPLE UNDERSTAND. Im glad you understand journal

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They locked me up in an asylum. Ha. Hahaha. HAHAHA!! Sorry journal you have to be here. You deserve better. They keep giving me food...vegetables. Fruit. I just throw it away. Can you see? Can you hear? You listen.

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Mark came and visited today. I don't know why. He doesn't understand like you. I told him to go away, but he entered anyway. I tried to hug me, but I bit his shoulder, and clawed his back. He wouldn't let me go. He didn't even react to the pain. I screamed in his ear screaming at him to let go. Let go. Let go. He refused. The doctors came and restrained me. Why? He stayed and talked to me.

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You're my only friend. Mark visits. But all I can think about his ripping out his throat. I've chewed through the leather six times. My teeth are atrophying. My fingers are always bleeding, my wrists are bruised from the struggling.

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They threatened to put me in a straight jacket. If they did, how would I talk to you?! Those...ugh....FUCK! The had to gag me, the laughing was disturbing the other patients. Little they realize what's coming next.

At this point all you see are scribbles and blood. But you see two distinct words.

They're dead