Septiplier One-Shots

New Year Special (2016-2017)

Jack sat in the empty tub, fully dressed and sobbing. He held his knees with one hand and his phone with the other. His mother hadn't picked up yet.

"Hello?"

He sniffled into the phone. "Hi, mom..."

"Aww baby, what's wrong?"

"He's drunk again..." Jack managed to croak out, knowing exactly what his mother would ask next.

"Did he hit you? Because I swear to God-"

"No, mom. He didn't hit me. He never has."

"It's a wonder... Why do you insist on staying with him?"

Jack wondered the same sometimes, but he always came to the same conclusion.

"Because I love him. Why don't you understand that?"

"You've got it all wrong, sweetie. What I don't understand is why you stay with an abusive man."

Jack was beginning to get annoyed, as he was tired of repeating himself.

"Mom, I told you he doesn't abuse me."

"Then why do you hide and lock yourself in the bathroom whenever he gets drunk?"

"Because he yells, and I know hiding won't change that, but at least then he won't see me cry... Wait, how do you know I locked myself in the bathroom?"

"Because you used to do the same thing when your father came home drunk when you were a child."

"Oh yeah..."

"If he yells, that's verbal abuse. And that's enough for me. It should be enough for you too."

Jack sighed.

"Yeah... I love you, mom. I'm going to try to get some sleep. It's late..."

"Ok, baby. Just call me if you need me to pick you up."

"Alright. Bye, ma."

"Bye."

Jack sat his phone down on the rug beside the tub. He tucked his head to his knees and cried himself to sleep.

*The next morning*

Jack woke up to a gentle knock on the door.

"Jack? Jack, please open the door... I know you're in there."

Slowly, Jack climbed out of the tub, stretching and realizing how sore his entire body was from sleeping in such an awkward place and position. He sulked over to the door, unlocking it and turning back to retrieve his phone. He sat on the edge of the tub and whispered a "come in".

Mark opened the door. It looked like he'd already been crying.

"I... I'm so sorry..." Mark said, fresh tears leaving his perfect brown eyes.

"It's... It's ok. I know things have been rough since Daniel died, and-"

"And that's no excuse." Mark finished, being hard on himself.

Jack hugged him, both of them sobbing. He separated from Mark after a while, holding Mark's face with both hands and wiping his tears away with his thumbs.

"C'mon, let's make some breakfast."

*Later that night*

Jack took the champagne out of the fridge, along with two shot-glasses. One had a green eyeball wearing a hat and the other had a small crate with a pink mustache.