{Apocalypse} Septiplier Fanfic

Back to the Way Things Were (END)

As Jack slowly started to wake up, he could feel his bare back gently pressing against Mark's, who was presumably still asleep. Jack smiled softly and turned around on his other side, gingerly wrapping his arms around Mark's chest. The Irishman lovingly snuggled into the American's bare neck, giving his boyfriend sweet little nuzzles "Mornin', Mark" he mumbled tiredly.

Just then, without responding, Mark started to cough really harshly, while emitting grunts and groans that...sounded kinda painful. Jack's eyes slowly widened and he pulled his arms away, cautiously sitting up and looking at the slightly older man "M...Mark?".

Jack watched as Mark slowly sat up and turned around to face the green-haired Youtuber. Jack gasped in horrific shock when he saw that Mark's only eye was bloodshot red, his skin was much paler, and he was foaming at the mouth. Mark snarled and growled at Jack, making a reality of Jack's biggest fear.

Mark...was a zombie.

In the short amount of time that he had, Jack looked at Mark's left hand, seeing that the middle finger region was all bloody and infected. Cutting off his middle finger must've only slowed the process of turning him into a man-eating freak. Removing his finger didn't even work...

"M-Mark...i-it's me! S-Seán!' Jack said desperately as tears fell from his eyes "Mark....please....p-please tell me you're okay!" the blue-eyed Irishman cried. Without warning, Mark growled angrily and strongly attacked Jack, shoving him to the floor and off of the bed, making him scream out in fear. Mark then pinned Jack to the floor, his foaming mouth starting to seep blood. Jack sobbed "M-MARK! IT'S ME! P-PLEASE DON'T-".

Before Jack could finish speaking, Mark grabbed onto his arm and hardly bit down, making it ooze painfully with blood. Jack screamed out in pain as Mark continued to feast on his boyfriend's arm, ripping and tearing at his flesh, the both of them still naked and on the floor.

This couldn't be happening....Jack thought this was all finally over. In reality though, it was over. Jack's life was over.

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Sweating immensely and breathing heavily, Jack jolted awake from his terrifying nightmare. Tears streamed down his face as he panicked and looked around the room, seeing that Mark wasn't anywhere in sight. Anxious and paranoid, Jack carefully got out of bed, slipped on some boxers, grabbed his baseball bat, and quietly stepped out of the room, ready to defend himself if anyone....or anything....tried to attack.

Suddenly, something stepped in front of Jack from the kitchen, scaring him almost half to death. Jack jolted back and shouted in shock, fearfully holding up his bat, ready to swing it if he needed to.

It was Mark! And he wasn't infected or anything. He was wearing a robe with pajama pants, some slippers, and no shirt. Thankfully, "zombie Mark" was all just a horrifyingly bad dream "Seán? Are you okay? What's wrong?" Mark asked, concern clear in his voice as he carefully reached his hands out to comfort Jack.

Jack stepped away at first, nervously looking at Mark's four-fingered hand. When he saw that the area that was lacking a finger was totally fine and even healing, he quickly dropped his bat and hugged Mark super tightly, quietly crying into his lover's shoulder. Mark immediately returned the hug as he gently and soothingly rubbed Jack's back "Hey hey, it's okay, sweetheart. It's okay. Do you think you can tell me what happened?".

Jack sniffled, still holding Mark in a tight embrace "I-I had a dream that you turned into a zombie...and...attacked me". Mark sighed softly, feeling sorrow for his love "It's okay, Seán. You know that'll never happen. We wont ever have to deal with that stuff anymore, I promise. We're safe now, all of that was just a really bad dream. I'm right here for you".