"My Irish Idiot" A Septiplier Fanfic (Markiplier X Jacksepticeye)

"Escaped" Chapter Ten

(3rd Person PoV)

"MEEEEAAAEEEEERRK!"

Jack loudly whines as Mark hogs the controller. They were playing C.o.D for the video game club. Everyone (Which wasn't too many people) who was in the club quickly became friends with Mark and Jack.

"Why don't you kick Wade off? He's been playing longer than me!"

Still concentrating on the game, Mark nudges a guy referring to him as Wade.

"Yeah but Bob keeps dying!"

Everyone let's out chuckles as Wade gets off and hands Jack the controller. A new game starts but a large thud causes everyone to turn their attention to the back. A broken controller lays on the ground and Tyler is headlocking Ethan.

"I fuckin told you not to throw the controller!"

Bob laughs loudest and even snorts, causing everyone to turn into a stream of laughter.

"I'm sorry Tyler pleeeeassse!!!"

After a few moments of begging Tyler releases Ethan with a disappointed expression. Ethan just stares with guilt, occasionally whining. They turn back around to see Bob who took advantage of the distraction and had killed everyone multiple times.

The next hour was spent raging over Bob and Tyler trying to fix his controller. When it was over, everyone said their goodbyes. Mark got a text from Felix apologizing for missing today, it was because he had a date with Cry. He told everyone Felix missed because of a date, but didn't mention with who as no one really knew what eachother thought about gays.

"Hey Mark, wanna come to my house today? My mom gave me some money for pizza."

Mark nodded with a smile and as usual started to walk side by side towards their street. They made small talk about their day at school until they reached Jack's house. It had taken a little longer than usual as Mark and Jack had taken their time goofing off.

As Jack searched his bag for keys, Mark's mind began to wonder. There is a thought that kept resurfacing despite his best effort to ignore it. He let out a sigh and entered after Jack.

"Okay so for today, I figured I'd order some pizza and we could just hang out or watch movies."

"Both!"

"Both it is."

Jack gives Mark a big grin as he grabs a phone and dials the pizzeria's number. Mark flopped on the couch and was lost in thought as Jack rambled on the phone. Shortly after Jack returns and joins Mark on the couch.

"So-"

The moment Jack tried to speak the phone rang. He rolled his eyes and picked up the phone, but his face immediately fell. Mark looked over and noticed, beginning to worry. It appears that Jack shakes as he slowly puts the phone up to his ear.

"H-Hello?"

Jack's face is that of terror, and Mark stays silent desperately trying to hear the conversation. He couldn't make any of it out, however he did hear a male's voice. Who, he thought.

"N-No...."

Who is talking that could make Jack, basically the chillest and most tough guy (at least Mark thought) sound so scared?

"How? You've got to b-be kidding!"

A loud noise came from the phone, almost like a gunshot and Jack cringed. He voice had been so rushed before.

"Y-Yes...."

With that Jack, who had broken out in a sweat, set the phone down with a shaky had.