The Ghost of You - Septiplier x Danti [Incomplete]

Chapter One

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I yawned as I went into Mark's room, seeing he was passed out on the bed. I was about to climb in on the other side and scare him, when I noticed a skinny man sleeping next to him. He had bright green hair and was surprisingly smaller than Mark, considering how short Mark himself was. I wondered who the hell this guy was, thinking I hadn't been gone for that long, had I? I suppose time differs between Hell and Earth.

"Mark," I whispered and poked him roughly, until he opened his eyes. He nearly fell out of the bed, as I more than likely startled him. He seemed to wake up fully within seconds and looked to make sure the other, little man was sleeping still, before calming down a little. He carefully got out of bed and gestured for me to follow him downstairs. We went out the front door and he scowled at me.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Dark?! You haven't been here in years! You can't just waltz into my life like this!" He snapped and I rolled my eyes. His reaction was typical. "Who's the poor sucker you're possessing now?"

"Some homeless guy, not sure," I shrugged, the body feeling cold on me. I always felt freezing unless I was in my true form or vessel, which happens to be Mark. "I'm back now though, so let me in."

"No," He said firmly and glared at me. I rolled my eyes, wondering if we have to do this the hard way.

"What's wrong, Mark? You've never refused me before," I frowned and he sighed, rubbing harshly at his face.

"I didn't have Jack any other time."

"Jack?"

"The little green-haired guy on the other side of my bed - you know, the one you almost woke up and freaked out," He gave me a glare and I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever. Mark, come on, you have to accept me or else this poor, homeless sap will be stuck with me," I pleaded a bit, wanting to get out of this stingy body.

"No, Dark. You left, you can't just come back whenever you want," He refused and I groaned, not wanting to deal with this idiot.

"But I'm your demon, you have to take me," I pressed further. He shook his head.

"I didn't ask for a demon," He countered, then sighed. "Jack and I are a couple, Dark, I can't let you invade on not just my life, but also his."

"I won't touch him, I swear. I have no interest in your toy," I assured him and I could tell he was thinking about it by the look on his face. "I swear, I don't want anything to do with him. I'll only come out when he's not around."

"How do I trust a demon?" He asked and I didn't have an answer to give him. 

"You don't, but I've known you since you were a child. Doesn't that make us like life-long friends or some bullshit?"

"No. Not at all," He shook his head and pinched his glabella, clearly frustrated by me. "Fine. You can possess me, but no matter what, you do not announce your presence to Jack."

"I promise I won't," I said, though promises meant nothing to me and let the homeless guy collapse as I let my spirit flow into Mark.

'I made it home safely, mom,' I said in Mark's head, trying not to chuckle at my own stupid joke.

"Shut up, Dark," He mumbled and I laughed, knowing my laughter could drive Mark insane, but I didn't want to kill my host. I'm meant to keep him alive. "Okay, where did you find this homeless guy? We should bring him back."

'Somewhere down the road, not too far away,' I recalled, though I wasn't actually sure. I've been in this body for about a day. I'm not a terrible demon, I made sure he ate and got him a much needed bath, but his dick is tiny and he just ended up getting dirty again because of the outdoors. Man, I hate earth. 

"Tell me when I'm close," Mark said and picked up the dude, carrying him down the street, not bothering with a car. We grew near somewhere I recognized and figured that must be it.

'Here,' I spoke up and he set him down, his emotions telling me he was sad for the man. I missed being able to feel anything, I can't feel emotion unless I'm within my host. I craved it. The only emotion I can feel on my own was love, which is impossible for a demon to feel. I hate it. We headed back and were outside of the house once again.

"Please don't do anything to scare Jack," He begged, knowing I could do some things to him, like change his eye color or control his limbs without him realizing it. 

'I won't, I won't, now go inside. It's cold out here,' I complained and he stopped talking to me, going inside. I can hear his thoughts, but he doesn't talk to me directly unless it's verbal, he said it was to prevent me from thinking he was speaking to me, which I understood. He went back towards the bedroom, which now had the light on. 

"What were you doing, Markimoo?" The little man that was on the other side of Mark's bed, Jack, asked. 

'Markimoo,' I snickered, knowing Mark couldn't do anything about it.

"Sorry, love. There was some guy passed out in our front lawn, so I just took him to the nearest shelter," Mark lied through his teeth - what a champ. He used to suck at lying, but he's clearly gotten better. He went to hug him and Jack wrapped his thin arms around him, it felt warm and loving.

'This is nice,' I taunted Mark a bit, not being able to resist when he can't talk back.

"It's okay. Bed time?" Jack asked in a cute tone and Mark nodded, taking his hand in his and going back to their bed, going under the covers. He started kissing all around Jack's face.

'This is going to be a long night,' I sighed.