For Now, and For Forever (A Septiplier Story) (A Kik Story)

Nineteen

"Buh-bye!" Mark says as he finishes up his video of Google Feud. He laughs. Why did the thing say, "I love it when you.."? His dirty mind came up with, "When you moan." He laughs again, but blushes. Thinking of Jack moaning up against him.

His mind goes crazy. He imagines him and Jack stripping down and getting in the bed. Nothing can stop him from loving Jack.

Speaking of Jack, shouldn't he be home by now? His school ended an hour ago. Mark wonders where he is. What if...no. Mark can't think like that. But.. what's going on with Jack?? Is..is something wrong with him?? Mark starts to tear up. He can't think of losing his boyfriend, he's been everything to him.

Then he is relieved. There is an E-mail sent to him from Jack. All it's titled is, "To Mark." Jack's making it seem like he's writing a letter to Mark. Mark gets worried. Is he thinking what he might be thinking? Is Jack...leaving him?

Mark starts crying. Jack's leaving him.  Why? He's been with Jack for three weeks, what has he been doing that Jack doesn't like him? It doesn't matter. He doesn't care.

He laughs, but sadly. In a matter of two minutes, Mark's emotions are happy and giddy to sad and depressed.

He doesn't bother opening the E-mail. In fact, he shuts his computer off. He can't live without Jack.

Literally.

Mark grabs a sheet of paper and a pencil. He writes a letter to Jack. Mark has no emotions. He keeps writing. It's only about half a sheet of paper long. He folds it up and leaves it on the kitchen desk.

Then Mark does something that he thought he never would've done. He grabs a knife, and goes into the living room.

"Jack...look what you've done to me. You've left me, and now I'll leave you. Forever. You don't have to worry about me anymore." He says to no one, quietly. Then he gets an idea. An even better idea than killing himself.

"Hey, Dark." Markiplier says to his dark side. Then Mark starts to get angry. His voice changes. Instead of his low, sexy voice, it's raspy, and booming. It echoes across the house. His voice could shred through your skin, and make you cry out in agony.

"So you've made up your mind, then?" Dark says, getting happy. "Yeah. Go ahead and do it. I'm ready." Mark says, closing his eyes, waiting for the expected. Dark laughs and stabs Mark in the heart twenty-five times, all while Mark doesn't say anything. Mark doesn't care. He doesn't care about anything anymore. He bets Jack wouldn't even care for his death after what he's done to him.

It would've been nice to see that E-mail, though. Just for curiosity, Mark says as he starts to die out, finally, even though Dark stabbed him like maybe fifty times now.

Maybe Jack will join him one day. But that doesn't matter now. What matters is what Dark will do to the world once he dies out and there is only a demon who can replace him. Once that demon replaces Mark, Dark is free to do whatever he wants. Kill humanity, but most likely he'll try to bring everyone down into the Underworld, or Hell, basically.

He dies out, wanting to go to wherever he goes to next. If there is one.

Just before he dies out, there is Jack and Piper, along with Elliot, and two other people I don't recognize. But it doesn't matter. They all gasp and run to me. I black out.

The very last thing I saw, was the tear that was hanging from Jack's face about to enter into my bloody mouth.

The End

Wait, wait, wait. There's more. There's more. I'm not stopping it there. But I will end it with Mark dying and not coming back. So there's that. Anyway, I know you might hate me now, but I don't care. See ya anyway.