Crowded mind //Markiplier//

Celebration oneshots!

OMG! 350 READS!!! THANK YOU!! It's more than I ever imagined having! To celebrate~ this is a chapter of a few oneshots. The first one is a Septiplier one, the second is Ethan pranking the group, and the last is Anti coming out. Enjoy :)

One shot one:

"I can do this... I can do this..." Mark mutters to himself, sitting in his car. His head in his hands, breathing deeply. He jumps as a knock is heard from the passenger door. He unlocks the car and lets Jack in, smiling nervously.

"Heya!" Jack says happily, clearly ready to see IT.

"Hi..." Mark says slowly, starting the car. Jack eyes him, smirking.

"Is someone scared?" He teases. Mark huffs, glaring at the Irishman.

"You should know by now, how I am about clowns."

"Oh you'll be fine! Ya got me!" Jack cheers. They drive the streets of LA, not to crowded this time of night. Jack thought it would be perfect to see it at twelve in the morning. Both men took long naps, so neither expect to fall asleep during the movie.

Pulling up at the theater, the two get out of the car. Jack practically skips to the door, holding it open for a nervous Mark. Mark chuckles, quietly mumbling 'thanks'. He fixes his flannel out of habit, as Jack gets the tickets.

Jack was like a kid in a candy store. He grabbed onto Marks wrist, pulling him to the right room. They get in, the theater almost empty. A few night owls sit here and there, munching on popcorn. Jack leads Mark all the way to the back, sitting down as the movie starts.

"Just on time!" Jack whispers. They purposely came late so they miss previews, and get straight to the movie.

Jack let Mark's wrist go as they settle down. Jack bounced in his seat almost every scene, when Pennywise showed up. Mark on the other hand, tensed up and grabbed onto the arm rests with a death grip.

At a jump scare, Mark jumps about a foot and yelps, grabbing onto Jacks hand tightly out of reflex. Heads turn at the yelp, but quickly go back to the movie. Jack snickers at a shaking Mark.

Throughout the rest of the movie, the men hold hands for Mark's sake. At the end, when people get up to leave, Mark doesn't move a muscle. It was like he was paralyzed by the movie. Jack stands, pulling Mark up with him. Mark let's go of Jacks hand, which is now numb. Jack smiles, so happy about the movie and Mark follows Jack to the car, traumatized.

Jack decides to drive back to Marks house, because Mark was still out of it. Mark refused to get out of the car until Jack kept the headlights on so he can see his way to the door and turn the lights on inside.

After completing the task, Jack rolls his eyes, turning off and locking the car, going inside.

Mark sat on the couch, now back into reality.

"That movie was terrifying!"

"Oh hush. It wasn't that bad." Jack smirks, crossing his arms.

He goes to turn off the light to go to bed, and Mark tenses, "NO! I mean... please leave the lights on...."

Jack raised an eyebrow, and shrugged. He goes to the one room in the house and lays on his side of the bed. Mark follows slowly, laying down as well. Jack tosses and turns, but Mark stays awake and still. He flinched at every strange sound.

"Jack." He looks over and whispers. Jack pokes his head from out under the covers.

"What?"

"I can't sleep..."

Jack sighs and opens his arms. "Come here."

Mark nods and crawls into Jacks arms, instantly feeling safe and secure. And with that, both men fell asleep.

One shot #2

Ethan snickered, setting up the last rope. He then puts himself in his fake trap.

"Help!" He cries loudly, pretending to be stuck. He presses a button and fake blood gets released all over him, making him look like he's in serious trouble.

From one door, Tyler slams in.

"WHATS WR-" he doesn't finish his sentence, as purple paint falls over him. He gasps and stands frozen, as Mark runs through another door.

"Ethan!" He sees Ethan all bloody, worried until red paint covers him. He then growls and glares at the laughing Ethan, as Jack runs in the last door, stopping when he sees the two men covered in paint. He looks up at the paint bucket above him, then looks at Ethan with a raised brow.

"Really?"

Ethan shrugs, still laughing. The three men exchange glances and nod. Jack takes his bucket and throws it all over Ethan, then Mark and Tyler rub themselves all over Ethan, covering them with all three paints. 

"Nice try, asshole." Jack huffs before exiting the paint covered room.

"I did try though." Ethan laughs, crawling out of his fake trap.

One shot #3

"Stay calm.... stay calm...." Jack whispers to himself. He slowly turns towards the mirror, sighing in relief as he sees his own reflection. He smiles. "That wasn't so bad!"

"Not yet..." a hiss comes from behind Jack and he turns, not seeing anything. He shakes his head and turns back to the mirror, stumbling back as Anti stands there. Anti holds a knife, teasing Jack. Jack froze, not knowing what to do.

"One two.... Antis coming for you...." The demon sings as he brings the knife to his own wrist, scraping it down. He doesn't show any sign of pain, yet Jack screams in agony as his wrist gets the wound. He clams onto his bleeding wrist, hissing.

"Three four... better lock your door...." Anti then brings the knife to his other wrist, grinning as Jack shakes his head.

"Please! No!" Jack cries in pain as Anti cuts himself.

"Five six... go and hide the key...." Anti licks his blood off the knife, and Jack gags, accidentally swallowing the metallic blood from his cut tongue. He spits it out and holds his tongue out.

"Seven eight... stay up late..." Anti brings the knife to his throat, but doesn't move it, teasing Jack.

"Anti stop! Please!" He mutters out, the words barely understandable. He slowly crawls to the mirror, ready to shatter it as Anti slides the knife across his throat, killing both of them.

The last words, coming from both the demon and the human, were "nine ten.... never wake again...."

Well, they're not the best but I tried! And I know I didn't get the lyrics right, I changed them up a bit. Anyways, thank you for so many reads! Love you!