Septiplier One Shots

Memories

Mark has been playing a lot of games that have frustrated him lately. I Am Bread. Vanish. Mario Maker. Ben and Ed. His screams of frustration have been really scaring me. I didn't want to tell him because I felt like it would make me look like a douche and tell him to not do what he wants.

The way he shouts "fuck" piece of shit" "son of a bitch" "shit" "motherfucker" has been bringing back some memories from Ireland. When I was still young, barely 8 years old, my parents constantly fought and their words stuck with me. It would happen every day and night. My siblings, all being older than me, tried comforting me or distracting me. I acted like I wasn't paying attention the shouting and fighting from across the house.

One day it all came back to me. His shouts were louder since he had been playing those games for 5 days straight. I began sobbing loudly and when he shouted "why can't you do what I want you to do?!" was when I broke down and had a sudden rush of anxiety. A panic attack took over me and I fainted.

Muffled foot steps and curses rang through my ears. Soon blurs of Mark's face was visible as he scooped my up and carried me to the bed.

When I my vision focused Mark's worried face was the first thing I could see. I rubbed my eyes gently before slowly sitting up. My eyes averted from Mark's, looking at anything around me but his eyes.

"Sean what happened? Why'd you faint?" He asked worriedly, his hands were softly grasping my boney hips. I made eye contact with him before completely breaking down in front of him. Tears ran down my cheek so fast I couldn't control them. My body started shaking and shivering in fear.

Mark pulled me into his lap, hugging my waist softly yet protectively. I muffled my sobs into his shoulder as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. My mind filled with the terrible memories back home. Home. The one place that is supposed to be where you belong but to me it's just a nightmare of pure hell.

Once I calmed down I was able to choke out words to make a sentence. "Th-the games you've been p-playing.. l-lately h-h-have been f-frustrating you.." I paused for a second to catch my breath. He waited patiently. "Th-they m-make you so f-frustrated that you s-scream and curse.. and.." I began crying again. Mark wiped away the stray tears before kissing my forehead gently. "Take your time baby, I'm listening."

I nodded and continued. "I-it just brings b-back memories.. from my home.. in I-Ireland.. w-when I was y-younger.. my p-parents fought.. a-and they s-said a lot of th-the things.. y-you said.." I told him, my voice only becoming quieter as I spoke. His expression dropped as he stroked the stray strands of fluff out of my face. He smiled warmly.

"Why didn't you tell me? I would've stopped, baby, you know that.. right?" He asked, his expression showing guilt, shame to himself, sorrow and worry. I wiped my eyes softly to clear any tears daring to fall from my eyes. "I didn't want t-to make it seem l-like I was st-stopping you from what you wanted to do.. I didn't want you to think that I'm weak and I can't help it.." I admitted slowly and shamefully.

"Sean, don't be afraid to tell me these things, you mean so much to me and I hate seeing you so hurt and sad, I want to help, and I'll stop playing those games if it makes you terrified of those memories Sean," he told me truthfully. His right hand reached up to gently pull my chin closer so our lips touched. His left hand grasped my waist softly softly as we shared a tender, loving kiss.

"I'll make sure I never play those games again unless you say it's ok, I promise Sean," Mark promised me with a small grin. I smiled weakly and gave a quick nod before kissing him again.

He kissed back, glad to see that my body wasn't shivering anymore. Our kiss broke by Chica who barged in between us. We chuckled at each other as Chica whined for attention.

She licked all over my face, whimpering when she saw dry tear stains on my cheeks. Then she curled up next to me, resting her head in my lap. I smiled, petting her soft fur.

Mark was smiling at us both. He may have even snapped a picture for all I know. His hand took one of mine and gave it a soft, reassuring squeeze. I smiled, my cheeks heating up. My face turned a small shade of pink as I looked down with a bashful smile.

A/N: yeah I know this is short but whatever. Ok bye. Unedited 844 words.