"My Irish Idiot" A Septiplier Fanfic (Markiplier X Jacksepticeye)

"Not What Meets the Eye" Chapter One

(Jack's PoV)

Well, shit.

I got sent home early. Again.

And it was only my first week of highschool. Fuckin great.

I made my way home, walking as slow as I possibly could listening to my music. My mom was gonna be so pissed. Eventually I turned the corner and stop in front of my house. She probably wasn't home yet....
As if on cue my mom busted through the door, frantically attempting to unlock her car. Even better, she's about to be late for work. When she saw me, her jaw dropped, but she didn't stop to speak. I started in walk closer, hoping I could get in the house without her saying anything. Too late.

"SEAN MCLOUGHLIN! I don't care what the hell you did this time, but you better be sorry!"

My eyes widened. I had expected her to just get really mad, but instead there was a tint of sorrow in her voice. All I could do was nod as she got in her car and drove off.

"That was new...."

I mumbled under my breath as I walked inside, carelessly swinging my back pack on a table. Sighing, I went and flopped on a chair and went online. Everything kept replaying in my mind....

(Flashback)

The teacher was giving a lecture, but I was having a hard time concentrating when the dick behind me kept whispering insults to me. I couldn't care less until he mentioned something about screwing my ugly mom. I lost it and got up, threw my books on to his head, punched his nose, and proceeded to stroll put of the classroom with my middle finger stuck up. Later I found out that by delivering that single punch lead that kid with a broken nose and cracked facial bones. It was not that first time I sent someone to the hospital. I didn't even care if they bullied me, but when they target my family I can't help but lose it.

Now pretty much everyone either hated my guts, scared to death of me, or both. Everyone tried to avoid me, but he bullying didn't stop. They didn't want to physically come anywhere near me, but that didn't stop them from shoving notes in my locker. I ran my hand through my hair, imagining what it would be like if we moved. My train of thought was however concluded when I heard my mom come through front door.

It's going to be so fun to explain it.

(Time skip brought to you by the well needed sleep wizard)

After I explained the situation, her death glare had faded she simply started to walk upstairs, telling me I was grounded from my computer until further notice. This really didn't bother me, cause all I did was get hate online so I only played video games, which I have other consoles to do so. Either way, I'm tired to screw it I'm gonna sleep. I walked up to my room and almost instantly fell asleep.

(Another time skip cause my story got deleted twice and I'm lazy~)

I hear a knocking on my door and make a loud groan to acknowledge it.

"Sweetie, your sister and Francis are coming for dinner! Come help me set the table."

My eyes shoot open and a smile comes on my face. Because of her new job, My sister Roselyn rarely came over anymore. Francis, her boyfriend, did a little more, but he had work too. Hah, me and Francis still need a rematch in CoD. It's weird how I started out hating him, but he turned out to be one of my best friends. Right now my sister is 24, but at the time she was 18 when they got together, and I was 11. The thought that she would spend time with another guy, especially after what my dad did, made me absolutely hate Francis. But thinking back, he was always so nice and I just acted horribly. Eventually I did befriend him, but that was almost a year later. He needed to babysit for me because my mom and sister were going shopping. He tried doing things with me, but I just ignored and played my video games. However a little later he heard me mumble to myself 'Dammit it's a two player game....' and he offered to play. Of course, I didn't want to play with him but I really, really wanted to play the game so I ended up agreeing. Small talk happened as we played, and by the time my mom and sister got home a few hours later, we were able to have conversations without me saying something rude. From then on every time he came over we always played a video game, and as time went on I grew to love him like a brother. He was also kinda the first true friend I had, cause I was pretty antisocial.