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Stalker - A Septiplier (Markiplier and Jacksepticeye) Story

Here's a different kind of one shot. I'm feeling kind of creative right now so I'll try and write as much as I can until I'm too tired to type. But, either way, enjoy <3

Genre: Sad/Angst

Warnings: Creepy, Swearing, Violence

Words: 1348

-TaylortheDinosaur ^,-,^
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(Jack's POV)

"Finally back to the trusty apartment." I mumbled under my breath as I opened the chipping door. Turning on the light, to hundreds of roses. Colours a plenty, spreading from red, pink to even black. All so very beautiful. Except to me, they weren't.

I quickly shut and locked the door, stepping over multiple bouquets filled with glorious flowers. A suprise. But, I knew they were from him. From Mark.

Mark, my ex. My crazy stalker ex who is obsessed with me. Everyday, was a rose added to the vases that spread out in our house that we shared. Each day, a new colour. It was sweet, at first. Then, he changed. He became possessive, I couldn't meet any friends or couldn't call anyone I knew. He became controlling, I couldn't leave the house by myself anymore. And then, he snapped. He locked me in our room, away from everyone when they started to come over, worried as to why I weren't talking. He hid me from the world. And that's when I escaped. I climbed out of the two story bedroom window and fled. And he sent me roses; he had found me.

I started to panic, grabbing the phone that was sat on the living room table. I dialed part of my friends number when I heard a deep voice chuckle. His chuckle.

"Hey Sean~" Mark stated, walking out from the kitchens entrance with a devilish smirk sat on his lips.

I dropped the phone as I froze. He was here. He had found me. I'm dead. I tried to grab the phone from the floor again before he could get to me and I had no chance. As I grabbed it, tight arms held me around my waist. Causing me to almost fall, I secretly dialled 911 as he grabbed the small phone and threw it to the other side if the room.

"Tut, tut, tut, now Sean, that was the wrong move." He said, gazing into my blue eyes.

His old chocolate brown eyes were gone, now left with a cold, crazy and creepy stare. He bored his eyes into mine, the smirk still left upon his stubbled face.

"How did you find me?" I asked, trying to stay calm and collective, buying time.

"I simply reached out to some friends, they found out your location. I found your address through a contact and here I am." He replied, before adding, "By the way, it was clever of you to change your name to Jack, Sean."

He chuckled again darkly as he pulled my face closer to his. His dark menacing eyes still intact with mine.

He bent down, keeping a tight grip on me so I couldn't move and a firm hand in my shaggy green hair. Before, kissing me roughly. I tried to move, to turn away but he restricted me from any movement. As he pulled away, I began to tear up.

"Leave me alone, Mark. I don't love you anymore." I cried, pushing away from him. I pushed him hard enough for him to let go and trip over the table. I ran to the kitchen, the closet place I could get that wasn't near enough to him so that he could grab me again. I searched through a draw, the cutlery draw to be exact, before grabbing a sharp kitchen knife.

Then a dark growl echoed through the rooms. Mark was getting pissed off. I moved to the side of the wall, hidden away in a corner.

"Come out Sean~I'm not gonna hurt you. Too much." He called out, an evil laugh bellowing out as it came closer.

It became quiet, my breath pausing as I hear deep breathes beside the door frame that stood close to me. I kept the knife close to me as I saw his shadowed face peer inside the dimly lit kitchen. I stepped out from my hiding place, slashing at his face and kicking him in the stomach. I quickly rush past him, running towards the front door. I grab the door handle abruptly and twist the metal key to unlock the door.

As soon as it unlocks, a sharp pain grasps at my neck. I recoil in agony as blood trickled from the back of my neck. I was grabbed and hoisted over his shoulder as he lead me to my bedroom. Tears cascading down my face with fear and pain as he shuts the door immediately. Chucking me on the bed and tying my hands to the bed frame. My legs trying to kick him away, trying to escape. Then he tied my feet as well. I was trapped. He spins the glistening metal in his hands, before looking at me with a crazy glint in his eye. No humanity left in his soul.

"Naughty Jack, now you get punishment." He cried with glee, the smirk stapled to his face still.

He cut down the middle of my chest, tearing my shirt till it no longer covered my chest. Small cuts appeared when he pushed harder onto the blade. I grunted in pain, I will fight back. I will escape. I won't give him what he wants.

He smiled down at me, in a sickly sweet way. "Oh Jacky~ you look wonderful. Or should I say Sean? Either way, you are mine now. You are Mark's property." He said, smiling again as he lowered himself to my chest.

"I'll never be yours Mark. Never. I don't love you. I could never love you again!" I shouted. His face twisted into plain anger and pain.

"YOU ARE MINE!!" He cried out. Slicing at my arms and chest with each word.

I began to cry, but I will not scream and give in.

"Get lost Mark. You changed. You are not the man I fell in love with. And you never will be anymore." I said finally, looking into his fuming eyes.

"If you won't be mine. You won't be anyone's!" He eventually shouts before cutting into my skin once more. Focusing on my chest where my heart rest under.

Then the door opened, the police piled in holding many guns of all shapes and sizes. Mark growled and stared into my watering eyes with pure rage.

"Drop the weapon or we will have to shoot you." They reported to us. I stared at them in agony and helplessness as I tried to move.

Mark simply stared at me, in amusement.

"Okay, I shall drop my weapon." Mark stated before holding the knife away from me and himself.

"Oh, and Sean. This isn't the last time we will see each other, and next time, you won't be so lucky." He muttered so only I could here it.

He chucked the knife away before the police grabbed him and pulled him outside to the police car. The police untying me and trying to comfort me as I began to cry again. Their words muffled out as his words replayed in my head again and again.

-Timeskip to 6 years later-

I sat down in my small comfy home and turned on the TV to the news. I grabbed some freshly made coffee until the news suddenly changed topic.

"BREAKING NEWS!"
"CRAZY MAN ESCAPED JAIL. TALL, TANNED, SLIGHTLY STUBBLED AND BROWN EYES. MARK FISCHBACH HAS ESCAPED. PLEASE CALL 911 IF YOU SEE THIS MAN."

I dropped the cup of new coffee and froze. He can't of escaped. He can't of. No way.

I felt the scar that was left in my chest, where my heart rest underneath it. An M. An M, for Mark.

Then I heard the dark chuckle.

"Oh Jacky Boy~ I told you I'd be back." He said, that smirk that has haunted me ever since creeped out of the shadows.

He's back.