Disney Dreams - Septiplier Fanfiction

Chapter 11 - Chase Me

Mark's POV

"And as always, I will see you in the next video, buh-bye! Say bye Jack", I said as we finished recording the last game.

"Bye!", Jack chirped.

I stopped the recording on my screen and swiftly spun my chair around to stop the recording on Jack's monitor. We had a lot of fun and had been playing for hours. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. "Come in!", I yelled. The door slowly opened, Matt and Ryan behind it.

"Hi", Jack and I greeted in unison.

"Hey guys, how'd the games go?", Matt questioned with a curious expression.

"Great, it was fun. Thanks again for setting everything up", I replied.

"Good. We are going to the cinema to see the new Deadpool film later and wondered if you wanted to come?", Matt asked.

This was a film I had really been looking forward to but wanted to make sure Jack was fine with it. I turned to the green-haired man sitting in the chair next to mine. His face was lit up with a bright smile.

"I'm guessing that face means you'd like to?", I said to him.

He nodded frantically.

"That's a yes then, we'll come. I need to go and get some groceries first though-", I started.

"Oh don't worry we aren't going for a few hours", Ryan cut in.

Now that plans were made for later, I exited the recording room to find my car keys.

My eyes scanned the table in the hallway but there was no sign of them. I began to lift up the objects that sat on the surface; this is where I always leave them. I looked around, confused, until I saw a small framed man standing at the end of the hallway. "Looking for these?", he taunted playfully, swinging the keys around with his fingers. I rolled my eyes. As I strutted forward and reached to take them from him, Jack retracted his arm. He held the keys behind his back, grinning devilishly.

"Come on Jack, stop playing around", I groaned.

He leant his head closer to me and looked straight into my eyes.

"You want 'em? Come and get 'em!", Jack challenged, his voice deeper than usual.

The Irishman flew around the corner of the hallway and into the kitchen. I shook my head and began to give chase. I skidded into the kitchen to find that the room appeared empty. 'He defiantly came this way, I'm sure he did', I began to question in my thoughts. "Ohh Jackaboy, where are you?", I sang sweetly. Suddenly, I heard the leg of one of the chairs scrape across the floor. My head rapidly turned in the direction of the noise. Jack was crouched under the table for a brief moment before noticing I had heard the chair. He darted out from under the table and back into the hallway. I sprinted after him, hot on his heels. I saw Ryan begin to step into the hallway but quickly jump backwards when he saw us racing down it. Jack scurried up the stairs and I nearly caught his ankle. Then he scampered into the guest bedroom and slid around the side, placing his hands onto the bed. I followed suit and mimicked his movements, but on the other side of the bed. I was crouched down like a predator and leapt forward to try and grab Jack, but he dodged and I fell onto the bed. There was a flash of white and I realized he'd thrown the duvet over my head. "You asshole!", I shouted, my voice muffled from the cover. I heard his footsteps rushing out the room as I scrambled to pull the duvet off myself. Once I'd freed myself from the cotton prison, I bolted down the stairs. Deciding to play tactfully, I crept into the hallway and side stepped against the walls. I desperately tried not to make a sound and avoid knocking the pictures that were hung in the hallway. I stopped next to the living room door and listened carefully to hear if Jack was in there. Soon enough I heard the clinking of keys. I threw myself into the room and tackled Jack, pushing him onto the sofa. Then I knelt on the sofa and pinned him down by his arms. Knowing that Jack was very ticklish, I began to tickle his sides. He started giggling uncontrollably and squirming beneath me. I slowly moved my hands upwards, just under his arms and tickled harder.

"M-mark, s-s-stop! Please!", he cried, struggling to speak as he howled in laughter.

"I don't think so, this is what you get for playing games", I said as he continued to writhe beneath me.

Eventually I stopped and let him catch his breath. I glanced down at the floor to see the car keys sitting on the carpet, so I hopped off the sofa and picked them up in a swift motion. A defeated Jack lay on the sofa, his face flushed red from laughter. My arms folded, I stood in front of him and asked if we wanted to come to the store with me. He nodded in acceptance. As he stood up I noticed his hair was messed up from all the wriggling around. I slowly reached forward, held his chin and started to straighten his hair. His eyes grew wide, but not uncomfortably so. I'm not really sure why I felt the need to do that and it was a little weird. But we continued through to the hallway and got ourselves ready to go to the store.

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