✓But Daddy~ *Septiplier Fanfic* [Editing]

The Call

            ~Mark~
It was a damp, cold Saturday night. It was about 11:00 in the afternoon and I was still recording videos because I couldn't sleep. My head was pounding from not being able to beat this level of Super Mario Maker, making my number state even worse. Stupid fucking Gumba. After I finish the recording I turned off my camera and walk over to my bed that was temporarily next to my set up. I yawn and sit on my bed, having the numb feeling flow over me. The numbness didn't feel good. I didn't expect it too, I only get it when I get depressed. The numbness started when me and Amy broke up. Of course, everyone thinks that Amy and I are dating but she had broken up with me after the forth month. She said she wasn't up for the popularity and stress of my career. As much as I hated that we had to seperate, she had points and I had to respect them. It didn't get that serious, but it still hurt. And we're still friends. I lie on my bed and look at the roof, hoping that a good night's sleep would fix my mood.

"Man... It's been a long day." I mumbled, running my hand though my hair, putting over my eyes.

I sit up roughly before removing my shirt and pants swiftly and replaced it with PJ pants. I lie on my bed once more and plug my phone in. I look at the time;'11:34'. I  sigh softly before placing my phone on my side table. Why can't I have a proper sleep schedule, it always makes me feel so miserable at the end of the day. Whatever. It's for YouTube. And I love it, as much as it fucks me up. I pull the covers over my body and close my eyes, letting the worth take over my body but being interrupted when my phone started to ring. I open my eyes before sitting up to reach for my phone. I take it off the charger and look at it to see a fimiliar green hair man calling me.

"What's Jack doing, calling at this hour?" I asked before answering, not saying hello.

"Crap, Mark. Answer you fucking phone..." Jack mumbled into the phone sounding panicked.

"I already have, dingus." I say with a tired tone, smiling as I rub my eyes.

"Mark! Sorry for calling you so late."

"No problem. I wasn't asleep." I half lie

"Okay. So... Um... You have some time to talk?" He asked awkwardly.

"Yeah, I guess. What's up."

There was a long silence as I heard Jack starting to sniffle. I narrow my eyebrows before speaking

"Jack?-" I got cut off.

"She broke up with me..." Jack said in tears, before coughs and chocks of tears fill the other end of the phone.

"Who did?"

"Signe..." He said chocking on his tears once more, having it doing like he didn't even want to say her name.

"Oh. I'm so sorry, Jack. What happened?" I asked.

"I.. ah... I don't know. She just told me and I started to cry. What am I gonna do?"

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Um... N-nothing really. I have to move out of my apartment that we were sharing, count of her having no where else to go..." He said.

"Well... You can stay with me if you'd like. I mean... It would have to be temporary but I'd help you out." I said.

I can't believe this is happening to him. He's such a nice guy, he doesn't deserve this

"R-really?" He asked.

"Yeah. Just mail all your recording stuff to my place and grab your clothes and jump on a plain whenever you want." I say, trying to make him feel better

"Thanks Mark! I'll... Make some videos and plan everything then start sending you my stuff. I should be there... Hopefully next week." He said with a happy tone.

I smile brightly. "Okay, cool. Can't wait to see you." I say smiling

"Same! We can do so many things." Jack says

"Ooh. A little wee bit dirty aren't we Jackaboy?" I say in my pedo voice

Jack laughs softly.

"Shut up, you goofball. I ment colabs. Not bed stuff, weirdo. You have a girlfriend." He says laughing.

"Yeah... About that..." I says as my voice trails off.

"Oh... Sorry." Jack says connecting the dots

"It's fine." I says smiling.

"So... I'll let you go. I'm gonna start recording and packing. See ya!"

"See ya, Jackaboy." I says hanging up.

I lay on my bed and stare at the roof. I pull the covers over me and start thinking about our conversation. Jack was such a good friend. Im glad I could have helped him.