Septiplier One-Shots

FNAF 4 {Part 7}

Aaron was the sole recipient of scared glances and hateful stares.

"Oh, lighten up. Felix died as soon as he entered the pit. My selecting no only killed Foxy. You're welcome, by the way."

Aaron smirked as the others remained speechless. After quite some time, Mark spoke up.

"You... You're doing this for my affection?"

Aaron's smirk quickly turned to a small smile.

"Yes. In fact, I'll let you pick who's next."

"I..." Mark gulped. He knew this would hurt Jack a lot more than it would hurt him. "I'll be yours and yours alone. Just let Jack and Bob get out of this alive.."

Aaron chuckled, and his chuckles grew to maniacal roars of laughter.

"I make no promises, but for you, I'll be on my best behavior."

Jack was crying his eyes out. Bob was as well, but only from his losses. Jack was crying because he was watching Mark break down and give in. The death of friends didn't help matters, though. Mark glanced over at him, tears escaping his own eyes. Jack knew that Mark's apologetic, broken eyes would haunt his memories.

"Let's go, Cupcake~" Aaron chided, grabbing Mark's hand.

"Wait!" A voice erupted from the other side of the small bedroom. It was Jack's,

"I'd rather be dead than watch you steal Mark away. And besides, can't you see how unhappy he is? If you cared about him at all, you'd just let him be happy, even if it means he's with someone else."

Aaron seemed hurt by this, but he was much more confused by it.

"It amazes me that you have the audacity to speak that way to someone who's literally holding the life of you and your friends in their hand."

"Oh, come on!" Jack screamed, obviously more angry than scared at this point. "You and I both know that as soon as Mark is out of earshot you'll kill us both without another damn thought. You might as well let him see the real you."

There was an ungodly grunt as Aaron's eyes turned scarlet red. Jack couldn't identify the sound until a bloody hand grabbed his shoulder. It was Bob.

Or Bob's upper half, rather.

His legs and pelvic region were dismembered and laying on the floor below. Bob's face was one of pure agony, and Jack imagined that the sickening feeling of disembodiment was the literal hell on Earth. Jack couldn't hide his terror, not that he'd been trying to. Mark's scream echoed throughout the entire room; the entire house. Aaron's smug little grin returned, his sadistic eyes only darkening with what was presumed to be happiness. No- it was satisfaction.

"You see? I don't even need my animatronics to kill you here. I'd watch your mouth, if I were you."

Jack shuddered and Bob's death rattle exploded from directly behind him. Aaron screamed over it.

"What's the matter, Bob? Need some legs?"

Horrifying Mark and Jack even further, Aaron used his powers to lift Bob's upper half and spawn mechanical legs underneath of it, which he impaled Bob's exposed torso onto.

"Care to see another little trick, boys?" Aaron cackled. Suddenly, strings appeared around Bob's limbs, and he was used as a rag doll. Aaron forced Bob's dead and unwilling body to dance before Mark finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop! Just fucking stop.." He sobbed.

Jack fell to his knees. "My God..."

"I guess that means you've had enough." Aaron's eyes returned to normal, and the room fell to dead silence aside from the unmistakable whimpers from both other men.

"I'll play nice, but only for a bit. Mark, dear, say bye to Jack. Then we're leaving."

And with that, Aaron left the bedroom, shutting the door behind himself.

Jack wanted nothing more than to comfort Mark, but he was in such a terrible state himself that he couldn't will himself to stand. Instead, he crawled to Mark frantically, grabbing Mark, who had reduced himself to a balled up figure as soon as Aaron had left. They sobbed in each other's arms before Jack spoke shakily and quietly.

"M-maybe we can still get you out of this.."

"How?! Everyone's dead, Jack!"

"Yes, I know. We... We could join them."

"I'm sure we will, and soon."

"You're not getting it."

Mark pushed his depression away momentarily to think clearly.

"You.. Want us.."

"To commit suicide, yes. The window's open. We can jump into the virtual pit. Aaron wouldn't be winning because he wouldn't get you and we'd be reunited with our friends and happy."

"But can't he just make us respawn?.."

"No. He said it himself." Jack paused, not wanting to use the example he had in mind but not knowing any other example that would jog Mark's memory.

"When Felix died, Aaron said his selection only controlled Foxy's death. He said Felix died instantaneously."

"You're right... Are we really going to do this..?"

"I suppose so.."

The couple locked hands and approached the window, feeling no breeze or hint of fresh air since there was none in virtual reality.

"Let's.. Let's share one last kiss." Mark spoke softly, like any other tone would shatter the very atmosphere itself.

Jack nodded, and they moved together. Their lips met, and it felt like the first time. Their lips moved in perfect sync, and for only a moment or two, they forgot all their burdens and the lingering doom of their suicide pact.

But they forgot that and everything else they'd ever known as Aaron drove a katana's sharp blade through their skulls. They fell to the floor, lips still connecting them. They exchanged final breaths into the other's mouth before everything faded to black.

A/N: If this gets... We'll say 10 votes, I'll continue it for another part (I have an idea for a huge and positive twist ending, but I won't bother trying to execute it if it's not wanted).