Vidcon: How Septiplier Came True (Editing)

Chapter 11: Scary Deja Vu

We arrived pretty early at the convention. I think Mark just wanted to spend a bit more time with me while we were there. I didn't mind, of course, I always wanted to be with him. We sat together in the waiting area for about 2 hours. Yes, it seems like a ridiculous amount of time, but it went by so fast. We basically just lounged around, talking to each other and others who wanted to strike up a conversation. He put his arm around me, holding me close as we sat on a red sofa in this large area. For about the last half hour, I stuck one of my earbuds into Mark's ear and we listened to some jams. I even played 'Cute,' which made Mark blush as soon as he heard the familiar beat. "Y-You found this song, huh?" he asked. I nodded, smiling at him. I kissed his cheek, feeling happy being with him. "I like it a lot," I stated. "It's rather adorable." He pulled me closer to him, his lips catching mine. "I think you're more adorable," he smirked as he pulled away. I pressed my hand to his face, pushing him back a bit. "You weirdo," I stuck my tongue out at him. Mark scooted closer to me. "So, I'm a weirdo now? I thought I was a doof." I rolled my eyes at him, pulling him down and kissing his soft lips again. "You're both," I stated afterward and began to look through songs again. He ruffled my hair and pecked my cheek.

"PDA!" someone shouted from across the room. I looked up, seeing it was Wade. He and Molly walked in with Bob and Mandy. "Jeez, you guys," Bob spoke. "Just because you told everyone you're a couple doesn't mean you can make out all the time." Mandy and Molly giggled at us. Mark raised his eyebrow at the two couples. "Why not? You guys get to be cute and stuff all the time. Plus, that wasn't making out." I smirked at them. "Yeah, making out is more like this!" I jumped on Mark's lap, ruffling his hair and rubbing our noses together. From behind it did look like one, it just wasn't even close. We all laughed at my actions. I pecked Mark's lips as I moved back to my original position. "That is now all over Twitter!" Molly laughed, tapping at her phone. I facepalmed myself and Mark nervously covered his mouth. We were both blushing at the fact that us pretending to make out would be seen by millions of fangirls. "Gee, thanks Molly," I said sarcastically with a smile. Everyone was laughing harder now. I looked over at Mark, who was chuckling and shaking his head.

We all sat on an available piece of furniture and just talked. Of course, it wasn't for too long as we had to go to the meet up. Since the building wasn't too far, we all walked to it instead of having someone from the staff drive us around. I have to say, walking as a group of couples felt pretty nice. I mean, no one was the odd guy out, which is what had occurred before Mark and I were in a relationship. Though we were mostly just saying things for shits and giggles, it felt as if a lonely thought in the world didn't exist. We were all just happy being ourselves.

Once we all arrived, we were escorted to these black curtains hanging on metal frames. It was quite odd to see, however, I guessed it just made a more dramatic entrance. The roar of talkative, excited people who wanted to meet us made me feel a bit nervous. It was a feeling of thrill and excitement too, but nervousness was thrown into the mix. It's what I've always felt at conventions, yet the butterflies in my stomach decided to flutter faster than ever before. I gripped on Mark's hand a bit tighter, knowing I'd soon have to let go. I didn't really want to stop holding his hand; he made me feel comfortable and at ease. He rubbed his thumb across the back of my hand. "It'll be alright," he spoke softly in my ear. I turned to him, seeing a loving smile on his lips. I leaned in to give him a kiss. "See you in a bit," is what left my lips as I pulled away. I let go of his hand, but before I could move to my curtain, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him. "I love you," he whispered as he kissed my head. One of the widest smiles I've ever had spread across my face. "I love you, too," I spoke only loud enough for him to hear.

We then both stepped toward our designated curtain and waited to hear our names be called. My entire mind was screaming with excitement as I listened for "Jacksepticeye" to be yelled out. Once I heard it, I turned to Mark with a smile while he mouthed "good luck." With one nod toward my boyfriend and a deep breath, I pulled back the curtain with my hand and stepped out only to see hundreds of people ecstatic to meet us. My face lit up as soon as I saw every person practically jumping for joy at the thought of meeting me. I still never understood why someone would want to. I've always been just another human living in this world, yet meeting people made me feel giddy. It's like we've known each other and have some connection even if we had only just saw each other for the first time. I looked over at my sides to see everyone had stepped out, which made me realize I had been caught up in my thoughts. Mark turned his head in my direction and waved, the same happiness I had was written all over his face. I flashed as smile at him and soon after, people started coming up one by one.

The first hour went by pretty quickly and I had already seen so many faces. That was actually the sad about meet-ups: we could only talk to someone for a couple minutes before they had to leave. They'd say a few words, snap some photos, give gifts, get something signed and go on their way. It was never enough time to have a legitimate conversation, and each time it saddened me. Still, I stayed cheery going through every individual, signing badges and taking selfies. They were all lovely as well, being about as happy as I was to meet them. But after I spoke to a girl named Tess, something oddly peculiar happened. A young girl who had long dark hair and kept her eyes toward the ground walked up to me. She seemed a bit off; she looked nervous, which was common for most people who met me. Still, it struck me as strange. She held a piece of paper in her hand, and once she held it up into my view, everything clicked. It was the same piece of fanart I saw in my dream earlier that morning, and this was the girl I witnessed kill Mark and I. "Could you sign this?" her voice sounded so small, but it made my throat go dry. I tried to swallow before speaking yet it made no difference. " 'C-Course," my voice cracked a little as my pen touched the paper. "It's gorgeous." I felt like everything was falling into place. Was it somehow destined to happen? "May I have a photo with you?" the same quiet voice asked another question, but this time I just nodded; it felt like I couldn't verbally respond. She came up beside me, holding her phone up. I sank down to her height to get into frame. Just as she tapped on her screen to take it, she said, "I'm so sorry, Jack..." My eyes shut tightly. I knew this was it. I was going to be knocked unconscious and end up dead.

"...but I don't think I can accept your relationship with Mark."

My eyes opened widely. I couldn't believe what I had heard. I expected the worst; I was waiting for that nightmare to become real. And, it didn't. Was my mind just playing some sort of weird deja vu moment out only to prepare me for her words? Honestly, I didn't know what was going on or how I was supposed to feel, but all the worry and tension I had left my body in an instant. This didn't turn out to be a huge deal at all. I turned my body toward the girl and crouched to her height, putting my hand onto her shoulder gently. "That's alright, sweetie," I spoke soft and calmly to her. "We didn't expect everyone to accept us together, and you honestly don't have to." Her eyes finally looked up to meet my own and I could finally see why she was looking down the entire time. Her green eyes were coated with guilt and sorrow, like saying this to me was the end of the world and it was all her fault, plus a thin film of tears shined at her waterline. "I'm sorry that I don't...." she whispered. "I'm so sorry..." When those words left her lips, I couldn't help but engulf her in a hug. There was no reason for her to be so affected by it, but there she was. "Hey, it's okay," I rubbed her back in a soothing manner. "Don't be sorry, please." She sniffled into my shoulder, "I still r-respect you guys, though." Her arms tightened around me once I started rocking her. "That's all I ask for." The fact she still had respect for us as individuals made me smile. She wasn't required to like our relationship, but as long as she treated us with respect as people, it was fine. It wasn't relentless hate for no reason like many had given us before.

I pulled myself away from our hug and wiped the tears from her cheeks. There was no reason for her to cry over that. "Thank you...." I told her. "Stacy," she smiled sadly. "Thank you so much, Stacy. It means a lot that you'd still give us some respect." I engulfed her into a hug once more just to remind her she was allowed to do what she wanted; it was her opinion. "Maybe I'll learn to love you guys..." she whispered into my ear before leaving me.

The rest of the day went by quickly without any issues. It was like most meetups: swift, smooth and drained every ounce of energy from all of us. Yet, even if it was similar, none could ever be the same.

And that was all due to an odd deja vu moment.

A/N: The reason I put this "Stacy" into the story was not only for conflict, but also as a way to understand for other people. You don't have to like a relationship someone is in, but it's nice to still respect each person as the individuals they are. Treat them like people. Put yourself in their shoes. It's best to understand that we are all people and should treat each other in a nice fashion. Don't hate people for there is no purpose for hatred, especially if you don't personally know them. You can dislike severely if you wish. Just remember, we're all people. We all deserve to be happy and treated in a respectful manner.

That's all I ask for.

-Jepsyca

(I wonder if anyone wants me to finish this)