Crazy Like You (Septiplier)

Chapter 3

((Sorry it's a bit short, but stuff is happening! :D Enjoy! ))

~~~Mark's POV~~~~

Schizophrenia? Multiple personality disorder? Bipolar disorder?

No, no, and no... So many illnesses, none of them matched with Sean.

I huff flipping through his file for the fifth time having only about ten minutes before I had to return to work. Sitting on my leather couch I huff, running a hand through my black hair stressfully.

What the hell was with this patient? Why is he so strange... so interesting... why couldn't I figure him out?

I huff setting the file aside. Perhaps if I could communicate with this 'Anti' figure...

Bark!

I look down as the golden retriever barks lovingly. With a smile I pat her head.

"Hey Chica Bica..."

I instinctively give a baby voice to address the pup watching her tail wag vigorously. Finally I huff and glance at the time.

"I've got to go baby..."

I give her head another pat.

"Daddy's got work to do."

~~~~~Jack's POV~~~~~

I tug against the strait jacket with another huff. Eyes scanning the empty office. Fischbach hadn't arrived yet... and I was growing anxious.

Thankfully Anti had shut up for the time being, though the damage was fairly done, my knuckles still sore and bruised, the constricting jacket around me not helping in the slightest. As much as I liked Fischbach... well Mark... though I felt weird using his real name... As much as I liked him, liked talking to him, I couldn't stop thinking about what Anti had said.

I didn't want to admit it, but he's right... Mark is just going to be like the other doctors.... Unable to help me.

The door opens interrupting my rather depressing thoughts. Not that I mind... Personally I hate being alone with these thoughts, the silence was rather chilling. In walks the doctor and I can see him internally sigh as he notices the straight jacket again.

I can't help but give a small smile, hoping he'd take it off for me so I could move once more. He walks in and sits in the chair across from me, pushing his glasses up his nose as he studies me for a second.

"Before we begin... There is something I need to ask..."

He begins, peaking my curiosity slightly.

"How did you know my first name?"

I narrow my eyes for a second, unsure what he meant, until my cheeks flush white, and I remember. I used his real name last time. I lower my gaze and chew on the inside of my cheek. Should I tell the truth? Won't it just make me seem more insane?

"He knew it..."

I finally huff, deciding it'd be worse to lie.

"He knows a lot of things..."

Mark hesitates, a small bit of uneasiness etching its way into his warm eyes. A full minute passes before he clears his throat, standing up and walking over, fiddling with the strait jacket as he spoke next.

"I'd like to speak to this, Anti..."

As those words leave his mouth I freeze, and silently wish he'd leave the constraining jacket on me. Too late... He pulls it off, and I can't even enjoy the freedom from its restriction. I shake my head quickly as he sits back down, his eyes moving down to my bandaged hand for a moment, though he ignores it for the most part, focused on his task of speaking to that monster.

"N-No..."

I watch his eyes narrow in a silent question, but I merely continue shaking my head, afraid if I stopped I would break down.

"Sean... I'm trying to help you... but I can't do that unless I understand this 'Anti' you keep talking about..."

My head slowly stops moving, and I sink lower into my seat. Something about hearing my name, my real name, from his mouth was calming. I normally hated that name... but the way he said it... the way his eyes show nothing but sympathy. Finally I speak up, voice soft, but not inaudible.

"I can't control him... What if he hurts you?"

I murmur, not trying to mask the pure concern I felt at merely the idea.

Don't worry Jack'a'boy... I'm not allowed to hurt him... yet...

He's sure been quiet... Too bad that's over... I quickly shake my head again. I feel Mark's eyes on me curiously. I look up into those chocolate eyes as my skull begins throbbing, I can feel it, I can feel him... Pushing, shoving against my mind, taking over... I hate it, I hate him... But I can't... Stop... it...

I see Mark's lips moving, but can't make out the words as I hear that sickening laughter in my head, soon the chuckle coming out of my own mouth.

Well then Mark.... Let's talk...