Septiplier One-Shots

FNAF 4 {Part 8}

*Mark's POV*

I woke with a start. The last thing I remember is an unmistakable pain, ruining the exhilaration of Jack's lips finally on mine.

Jack... Bob... Felix...Wade... That damned Aaron... But wait... I'm alive?! Why am I alive?!

I checked my pulse and heartbeat, both of which were in tact. I grabbed my phone that lay charging on my bedside table, immediately messaging all of my fellow victims.

Everyone answered within minutes. Everyone except Jack. I quickly dialed his number. He didn't pick up.

I wasted no time booking my flight. I was lucky enough to book one leaving in half an hour. I threw together a few necessities and rushed to the airport.

***

I arrived at Jack's house at nightfall, hurrying up the stairs and pounding on the door. When there was no sort of response after a few minutes, I whispered a half-hearted apology and kicked down the door.

"Jack?" I called out, awaiting a word in his thick, sweet accent. I was greatly disappointed and steadily more concerned when I didn't hear anything.

I ran through the house until I spied Jack, passed out in a bed I presumed was his own.

"Jack! Are you alright?" I shook him in a desperate attempt to wake him, and he sat up with a wild disorientation illuminating his eyes and dilating his pupils.

"Mark...?"

"Yeah, I'm here."

I caressed his cheek and he jerked away from me.

"The hell, Mark?!"

"J-Jack... I thought... You and I... I mean... We kissed, for Pete's sake!"

"Like hell we did! You know I'm in love with Aaron!"

My heart broke at his every word.

"Damned Aaron... He must've cursed you so that you'd reject me... He wants me to be miserable... Damn it all!"

I fell to my knees and began to cry, but I stopped mid-sob at a hysteric laughter.

"Mark... I was kidding..." Jack managed between deep breaths and hearty laughs. I dried my eyes, wiping tears away with my sleeve and standing.

"You... You...You asshole!" He moved to hug me, kissing me cheek.

"You're right; I'm an asshole. I just... I didn't expect it to hurt you so much."

I held onto him tightly, cherishing the sensation of his loving touch.

"Of course it did... I... I love you, Jack..." I admitted to both him and myself.

"I love you too, Mark..."

Jack's lips moved slowly towards mine, and they moved against mine the same way. It was slow and gentle, but passionate nonetheless.

*Two years later*

"Honey, you ready?"

Jack was still getting ready. The guys had invited us out, and we were already late, as per usual.

Ever since the in-game incident, we'd started group therapy. We ended our final session last week, and we all turned out alright. Out YouTube careers were thriving, and thankfully, our subscribers never found out why none of us uploaded a play-through of FNAF 4.

As for Aaron, he was found guilty of tampering with and hacking into the realm of virtual reality, and thus, he was sentenced to a lifetime in prison. Every bit of his money is paying for our therapy sessions.

"Coming!" Jack came rushing down the stairs in a white button-up and black slacks.

"Damn..."

Jack only blushed in response, using me out of the door and into the car.

To this day, I'm astounded by the memory of that night. Jack knew we'd be meeting the guys. He knew we'd all get tipsy. He knew we'd all crack jokes about everything and everyone.

But I still don't think he expected that ring.