Crazy Like You (Septiplier)

Chapter 4

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~~~~Mark's POV~~~~~

I watch his posture change drastically. That once slouching form used as much of his height as possible, straightening his spine. His skin grew sickly, only managing to contrast with his faded green hair, which he pushed backwards as soon as possible.

Finally I move to his face, his mouth, curved into a gruesome grin, not one I could ever see Sean having. Finally his eyes.... Those are what get me... one of them was an unnatural, disgusting green, the pupil nearly invisible against its bright color.

"You wanted to talk?"

That voice, that wasn't Sean's voice, it was too low, too cocky, too cruel. I watch his eyebrow raise, and realize I still stared, mouth agape at his sudden drastic change.

Clearing my throat, I sit up straighter, a small part of me hating that he was sitting taller than me in that moment.

"So you're..."

"Antisepticeye, at your service."

His voice came out almost a giggle, it was rather chilling. But it's just Sean... It had to be just Sean.

"Right... Well... Anti... I-"

His laughter interrupts my incoherent mumblings. The laughter cuts off quickly and I feel his eyes scan over me, that sick grin merely growing across his cheeks.

"Nervous are we?"

I shake my head slightly, though a blatant lie. Something was off with this whole thing.

"No... So Anti... Tell me about yourself..."

Managing to keep my tone cool, I speak. Needing to find out as much as possible about this other side of Jack.

"Well what's there to say...? I'm crazy, Jack'a'boy's crazy... Hell, you're probably crazy as well Mark."

He speaks with that grin never once fading. Hardly seemed like he was blinking. Creepy.

"Okay and I have to ask... How did you know my name?"

His smile grows if it were even possible, almost making him look Cheshire-like. That one green eye almost glowing in the light.

"I know a lot of things... Let's see, you're Mark Fischbach, 28 years old, live alone."

Okay that's vaguely terrifying.... My eyes instinctively narrow. Perhaps he heard others talking about me? I mean my age isn't that hard to guess, neither is the fact I live alone...

"I also know you'll be joining us soon..."

His voice grows dark, shadows growing across his face as he lowered his head, letting the messy green hair fall over his eyes. It was both a relief to not see those chilling eyes, yet vaguely terrifying when the chuckles began to erupt from him.

"U-Us?"

I manage to sputter out, unable to control my shaky voice. There was something wrong, really wrong. This wasn't anything I've seen before, it's nowhere near Sean... It doesn't even seem human.

"Whoops... Times up Markimoo."

He stands, eyes never leaving my face, which I'm sure contorted with terror by now. Almost immediately as he speaks the door opens and in walk a couple of workers, glancing once at me with concern before grabbing onto Anti...

He lets them, though I half expected him to fight or do something, but he continue staring until no longer able to without turning his head.

"Soon Mark!"

He calls back through the door, malevolent laughter following after, and echoing through my head even after he'd left.

What did he mean? Who is 'Us'... what's going to happen?

I sat in silence for a while until my next patient. Though I couldn't focus on anything, my mind going back to that thing.

The day ticks by slowly, and when it's finally time, I have to stop by to see him... See if he's okay... I walk through the dark halls, letting my eyes wander over each door as I walked by, until finally coming to one at the end of the hall.

I hold my breath, listening through the door. Silence. Hoping that meant Sean was back, I flip the keys over my hand, inserting one into the lock and hearing the loud click echo around me.

With unsure hesitance I push it open, glancing through the room, until my eyes land on a figure curled up in the corner.

I step in hesitantly, not bothering to shut the door fully. As I approach small sniffles can be heard.

Upon closer inspection it was Sean, tears rolling down his paled cheeks, and his hand cupped around his mouth to muffle his sobs. My heart nearly breaks at the sight.

"Sean?"

I speak softly, him flinching slightly not having noticed me before. I approach with less hesitance knowing it wasn't that monster from before. He says nothing in response, seeming to try and stop his tears though they simply rolled down more rapidly.

I sigh softly, not wanting to see him cry anymore and slowly sink down onto the mattress with him, noticing a bit of discoloration on the wall, most likely from where he'd punched it.

I hesitantly reach a hand out to grip his shoulder, silently urging him to look at me. He hesitates, freezing under my touch, but after a moment leaps into my arms.

Slightly shocked I glance down as he grips my shirt, burying his face in the fabric with small sobs. Slowly regaining myself I wrap an arm around him comfortingly, rubbing small circles into his back with my thumb.

"Hey... It's okay..."

"No i-it's not..."

He sniffles out, almost an anger to his voice.

"I don't want to be here anymore...."

He murmurs softer. I sigh quietly, pulling him a bit closer.

"I know... I know... It's for the best... We can help you here..."

He nearly scoffs at the words, sniffles slowly dying down. Soon we sat in silence, tears slowly ceasing to fall from his baby blue eyes. For a moment I think he fell asleep before he adjusts slightly.

"I'm sorry, Mark..."

He mutters softly. I look at him with confusion.

"Sorry for wha-"

Before I can even finish my sentence he sits up, and grabs my head, pushing it roughly against the stone wall, and dropping me onto the mattress. My vision blurs, my head throbs, I open my mouth to call out, but nothing comes out. The last thing I see is Sean shooting an apologetic look back at me, before walking out the ajar door. Then everything fades black.