Darkest Fear *Septiplier*

Chapter Six

"We are about to take off, please buckle your seat belts until you're allowed to to take them off. Right now in Dublin it's blahhh blahh~" Mark drifted his attention to the window.

He scanned the people as they drove around and put fuel in the plane. His eyes widened like a little child getting candy as he watched the other planes take off.

He had seen this many times but it still amazed the little o'l boy. Once the workers were done fueling the plane, the plane backed up.

It had turned and was driving down the lane.
Mark loved taking off but hated the landings. They always freak him out.

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Dark shook the younger, "Get up!! I made food," then left the room. Jack sat up, has it really been a month since I was kidnapped?

Jack waddled down the stairs, since his eyes are usually blurry after waking up. It happens to him a lot.

Jack entered the kitchen, the air had smelt of burnt food. "Arg..Hot! Hot!" Darks voice boomed. Jack giggled at the man, he was in boxers with hearts on them, an apron, and to top it off a chef hat.

"Dark, I thought we already covered this, you can't cook for a life." Jack put ice on Darks blistered hands. "Oh shut up I can cook."

Jack went to pick up a cooled off burnt egg that was on the floor, "hmm.. sure you can cook," Dark had a smirk plastered on his face.

"What?" Jack tilted his head to the right, while Dark chuckled. "You should cook for me then," Jack pondered at that, "maybe.."

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Mark exited out of the plane, the airport was crowded with people entering and leaving the building. Mark was very excited to see his best friend.

Mark rushed passed people, sometimes accidentally bumping into them. Though, Mark had wondered why Jack stopped making contact with him.

Did I do anything wrong to hurt him? What if something bad had happened to my little Jack? That thought kept on wandering in his head.

Once Mark finally reached outside he called a cab. He waited a few minutes, but was very impatient. He wanted to see Jack.

"Hallo!" The cab driver yelled, Mark stared off into space. "Sheesh, this man."  The cab driver pressed the middle of the steering wheel.

The car honked and scared Mark. Mark grabbed his stuff in the trunk and hopped in. "Destination?" The man asked, looking through the mirror. "Um. This place," Mark said, handing the man a piece of paper.

The man drove off, trying not to go over the speed limit. What will Jack think once I arrive? Mark couldn't stop thinking of what Jack's reaction will be.

"Hallo? Sir, you're here.." Mark snapped out of his thoughts, "oh thank you, here's the money," the boy exited the car and grabbed his bags. He stared at the building. Now or never.

Mark had entered the building and walked up the stairs to Jack's apartment. He still managed to make it after tripping a couple of times. [an: hehe..]

He knocked on the door.. no answer. He tried again.. still no answer. He started banging on the door. Some of the neighbors were alarmed and scared.

Then Mark came up with a brilliant plan. Just opening the door, which had worked. The apartment was cold and had a dark aura. A broken glass was on the kitchen floor, perfectly good pillows now on the ground.

Mark checked the whole place, but not Jack's room. He entered slowly, like he was in a scary movie. The sun seeped through the curtains. That was the only light source in the room.

The bed was unmade and some Septic Eye Sams were ripped. Mark was filled with worry, all he wanted was to see Jack.

The boy spotted a note. A note hmm.. Mark read it very carefully.

If you want Jack, well actually too bad ya can't have him. For all you know he could be dead. I love senpai, yes I do. He's for me, not for you. He's mine NOT yours. Get lost you idiot.

With all love ~Manly Man

"Me? Idiot? Oh who does this person think he is?"
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"See, now was that hard?" Jack smiled. "Yeah, I don't understand," Dark sighed, "maybe cooking isn't my thing."

"Well if you at least tried.." Jack trailed off but then stopped, he didn't want to cause a fight. The two males ate the food that Jack had made. Hm, I wonder how Mark is doing... Jack thought.
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"Surely Jack can't be dead, right?" Mark asked. "I don't care ok?" Mark frowned. He was talking to a man sitting on a bench. Mark needed someone to talk to so he found this random guy.

"Can I have your number?" Mark smiled. "I'm not giving my number to a pervert like you," [an: poor Markipoo] "but I need someone to tell my problems too," The man shooed Mark away "go find someone else."

Mark huffed and pouted like a small child not getting what he wanted. He decided to leave the man alone and tried thinking of ways to find his Jack.

"Have you seen this man?" Mark asked people, showing them a picture of Jack. Most of the people said no. Until one person came to him.

"Ah, I know that man! It's Sean, my o'l roommate," that made Mark brighten up. "Old? You moved out?"
The man nodded, "yeah, he kept on telling me the most craziest things,"

"Like what?" Mark cocked his head to the right. "He'd say how he would have bizarre dreams that creeped him out. He also said that there was this one man that was always in his dreams and would see him in real world too," "but I'd tell 'im he was crazy,"

"Why did you move out?" Mark asks. "He is insane, everyone in the apartments know, too," the man was about to continue about how Jack was weird but Mark cut him off, "Thanks sir, I have to go find my friend now,"

Mark ran, he cried, he hated how he didn't believe Jack either. How everyone thought he was insane, but Jack was probably telling the truth.

I am a bad friend and always will be...