Conflicts *SEPTIPLIER*

The Move

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Jack's perspective

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~~A/N:Hey peeps, so I decided to write another fanfic of Jacksepticeye and Markiplier. Recently I have fallen in love with this ship so, I had to write 'bout it. Hope you peeps will love this as do I. this will start out slow and then progress up. I will be working with a friend on this, but she will be just give advice. But if any author wants to lend a hand then ask or contact me and i will reply as fast as I can. Thx and Baiiii (^^).

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"Jack, come on! Our flight is going to leave soon!!" My sister calls out on the other side of the bathroom door.

"I'm fuckin' coming women." I yell back.

I came into the bathroom to recollect my thoughts. My mum one day came to us and was like, "Hey we're moving to America! Pack yer things kids!" I fucking hate her, my mum never thinks about these things, or at least never informs us about it.

"Jack!" my sister whines out. "If you don't come out we are leaving without you!"

"Fine. I'm fuckin' coming!" I picked up my bag from the floor and headed out.

My sister grabbed my arm and basically dragged me over to my mum, who was standing in line with our luggage. "Got him." My sister said letting go of my arm like I was a criminal in custody. I sighed at the sight of the thousands of people in line. We are going to be here for ever, especially because is was three weeks before the holidays.

We were finally at the entrance after many hours later. They asked for our passports and said the plane will be leaving soon. We walked to our seats fairly quickly, we didn't want to deal with the already irritating ruckus. Children crying and people yelling, it was chaos.

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Mark's perspective

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A boy stands in front of me, green hair, slight beard, and piercing blue eyes. Who was he? I don't know him at all, but I feel like I do. My mind and body awaken from sleep. It felt like waking from eternal sleep, but was really late night sleeping. It was three weeks before Christmas, and fives weeks till school. I was not ready for senior year, unlike my brother who is starting his freshman year of collage. I got up and got dressed, ready to start my day.

"Another day in hell." I sighed after putting my jacket on.

I walk into the kitchen and make a cup of black coffee to start my day. Soon after my father walks in with a huge grin on his face. He pulls out a jacket with camo patterns.

"Mark, I got in!" he said walking to me. My face felt numb, I couldn't form a smile nor a frown.

"Wait, What? You actually got in?" I rose from the chair and locked myself in with my fathers bear hug.

"Ya, I did," he breaks away from the hug. "I leave on the third of January. "

My father was into the military more than anything. My mother would always tell me how silly he was from anyone else because of how obsessed he was. One of his dreams was to be in the marines, since they are sent out first in battle. My mother on the other hand was a pediatric for the child youth hospital. Her shift changes all the time at the hospital, that's why she's almost never home. She tells us a lot 'bout the children in the hospital after all her shifts.

"Hey dad, I'm going for a walk to the store you need anything?"

"No, but thanks. Stay safe!"

"I will."

I start walk down the small neighborhood called Westrif street. Kids playing and people laughing. I walk into a liquor store named "Kale's Liquor" to buy my favorite watermelon ice tea for myself. I paid at the cashier, then started walking back home. I pull out my tea from the plastic bag, and start to down it instantly.

While I was walking, a taxi was pulled up by the entrance of the neighborhood. Three people walked out of the cab and started to walk towards me.

"Um, hello! Do you know where we can find "102 Westrif street"? The older women yelled out, she look as if in her early thirties.

"Y-Ya, that's right across from my house actually." My father, mother, and I all live a small cottage, ten houses down the street. " I can walk you there if you would like."

The older woman nodded in glee from the gesture. She stood with another woman about early twenties, and a boy who looked the same age as me; but I had noticed that the boy looks like the boy from my dream. The green hair and blue eyes looked exactly like the one from my dream.

" So what is your name if I may ask, I guess we are going to be neighbors after all." The older woman asked still smiling.

"Mark Fischbach, and what might be all of yours?" My voice was shaky from the cold.

"My name is Elizabeth McLoughlin, this is my daughter Marie and my son Seán. We moved from Ireland, so we are new to the area." I look back at Seán, dazing out into a daydream.

"Do ye go to school, Mark?" Marie asked behind me, bringing me back to reality.

"Y-Yes, I go to Rehillwood high. I'm a senior there, so this is my last year."

"Oh, that's the school Seán will be attending to." Elizabeth smiles extending from ear to ear. "Can you keep an eye on my little baby please."

"Ma' really?" Seán shouted annoyed. "We moved and you're already embarrassing me. Plus I prefer to be called Jack than Seán. Thank you."

"Jack, don't be a smart arse." Marie snapped back.

"Kids stop fighting. We are new here it's time to start a new life." Elizabeth's smile turns upside down. "Thank you so much Mark for your help."

I put on a smile to be polite. "Well looks like we are here." As the two U-Haul trucks pull in. "I will be across the street if you need any help. Oh, and welcome to the neighborhood."

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~~A/N- Hey peeps, hope you enjoy the chapter. Again the story will be slow until we have all our characters, but bare with me. Anyway **HAPPY NEW YEARS** it's great that I'm starting this in 2017!!! Hope you guys have a lovely year and see you in the next chapter.