Masterpiece (Septiplier)

Masterpiece

(Feels I guess? Also, Mark is gonna have red hair in this one just cos. Be prepared for the cringeworthy writing; animation up there drawn by Connie McFalcon and PuppyRelp on YouTube- both amazing animators! Song: For Forever, from Dear Evan Hansen; just thought it fitted with the story idk
This is just a one-part thing.
(Dedicated to: PugaShann , DDanti seticPie and Sslendererboy152 for inspiration <3
Enjoy!)

Jack was sitting alone in his room, as always on a Friday night, contrary to what other young adults will be doing, whilst they are out drinking and hanging out with their friends, he'd be in his room, drawing the world away to peaceful silence. His room was surrounded and littered with past drawings, some unfinished, he stuck the pages to his walls and ceiling- an art gallery of his own. Due to being introverted, Jack doesn't have much people in his life other than the occasional phone talks with his mother and father; even in college, he kept himself to himself. Obviously, his favourite pastime was drawing, painting was too messy and besides, letting the 4b pencil dance across the page was more relaxing.
However, it can get lonely.
Jack always ached for a friend but never found the courage to make any. He always fear what they'll say. Fear of rejection and being shunned.
Like I said, he keeps himself to himself.
He likes just being by himself sometimes, sure, but,
No one to talk to,
No one to share your emotions with,
No one to laugh with,
No one to do activities with,
No one to mess around with,
No one to create memories with,
Was quite maddening sometimes.
He never had anyone to call 'friend'.
His thoughts taking over, he thought about what his friend, if he had one, would be like.
He'll be uh, average height so he can't make fun of mine,
He'll have welcoming, hazelnut eyes that just make you feel at peace,
He'll have er, a warm American deep voice, contrast to my Irish accent,
He'll have ah, fiery red hair cos why not? It'll be a nice stark contrast to my green hair,
A kind smile,
He'll be kinda attractive....
Spurn on by his imagination, Jack decided to draw his imaginary friend-
It would be his greatest drawing yet.
Grabbing a 4b pencil- ideal for this type of drawing- and a sheet of A4, he practically drew his heart out onto the page.
His eyes,
Jack detailed the pupils and light shining,
His hair,
He led his pencil in a curvaceous manner, giving his friend a 'floof' as he called it,
His muscles,
He blushed slightly, but drew on, letting his gay show, drawing his abs and arms,
His smile,
He felt as if he was actually smiling at him, like he wasn't alone,
Jack continued drawing every single feature, he drew on a flannel, making sure to really make this drawing important and stand out,
Until he was done.
He looked his poor table, the original white of it had vanished years ago, now perpetually stained with the metallic grey of the pencil lead.
With this drawing, he somehow made it even more grey; he didn't care though.
He looked at his drawing.
His masterpiece.
His friend.....
His friend- a mere drawing created by his mind.
Tears welling up, Jack felt the harsh loneliness hit him harder than it ever did before.
A drawing is my friend- I really have sunken low.
As he cried, the tears landed on the drawing, making the pencil lead and colours run.
Seeing this, Jack sobbed even more- he ruined his masterpiece.
He ruined his friend.
He might just be a drawing, but he was his only friend, damm it.
And he managed to ruin him.

I ruin everything, Jack thought, degrading himself, I am pathetic.
"No you're not." A voice interrupted Jack's thoughts.
Slightly perturbed, Jack looked around- he was alone in his dorm, with no roommate as the room was too tiny-
Was he going insane?
"You are not alone. I am here now, to be with you." The deep, masculine voice called out again.
"Where are you?" Jack said. I really am nuts.
"Look at your page, Jack. I am here." The voice answered.
Skeptically, Jack turned around and looked down, only to be met with shock and disbelief.
His drawing...
was moving.
Jack blinked multiple times to confirm he's not delusional, even pinched himself, and stamped his own foot- that was a mistake- to ensure this wasn't a dream. Judging from the pain, he clearly wasn't in fantasy land.
"That happy, eh?" The drawing chuckled in earnest.
The pencil lead and colours weren't running either; the drawing was in perfect condition.
"H-How...?" Jack managed to get out before succumbing to speechlessness again from disbelief.
"You wanted me to be real. Your passion and need for a friend fuelled my existence, Jack. I also absorbed your tears to drive my existence even more. You wanted me; you got me." The drawing smiled.
"S-So you're, you're real?" Jack stuttered, dumbstruck.
"As real as you want me to be." The drawing answered simply.
"Care to give me a name?" The drawing enquired.
Jack always adored the name 'Mark'.
"How about Mark?"
"Good choice." 'Mark' replied sweetly.
Suddenly, Jack hugged the page, carefully, as to not crease it. He wasn't alone. He finally had a friend.
"I'll always be here, Jack. For forever." Jack felt warmth, humanistic warmth, emanate from the paper.
Jack cried tears of pure joy at his newfound friend. And, Jack was sure if Mark was a human,
He would be too.
Fate was finally merciful for once.
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2 years and a half later