Punk Meets Pastel [Septiplier] [COMPLETED]

♡ Sixteen ♡

Mark feels rage run through his body.

What the hell, Jessie?!

What? Scared I'll hurt him?

You tell me

Oh, fuck you!

Look, if you want him back, I'm here waiting. Just come to [insert address of creepy old place] and THEN and ONLY THEN will we negotiate.

Fine. Be expecting me.

Oh, trust me Mark. I have been for a while.

Mark grabs Jacks leather jacket then slips it over his shoulders, and looks for his. He finally realizes where it is. He walks to Jacks dorm, and gets the jacket without a word to Chairle. He begins walking he accidentally bumps into someone while typing in the address that he was giving on Google Maps.

"Oh, I am so sorry." He tries to help pick up the things she dropped as fast as possible.

"Oh, it's fine. Accidents happen." She finally gets her half, Mark holding the other half. Mark looks at her. She had blue shoulder length hair, a black jacket, black skinny jeans, and the shirt wasn't seen. She was also wearing black vans. "Do you think you can help me being it to my dorm?"

"If you can help me with something after." She laughs a little.

"Sure." They walk to her dorm and he puts the things down on her desk in her room. "I'm Daysha, by the way. Daysha King." She extends her arm out for him to shake. Mark smiles and takes it, shaking it.

"Mark. Mark Fishbach." He says. She smiles. "So. What do you need help on?"

"It's actually kind of dangerous. So, I you want to deny-"

"No. It's boring in this small place, and my roommates never home. Shes a bitch anyway." Mark nods, then turns to leave she follows. "So, Mark Fishbach. What do we need?"

"I don't know. I have a pocket knife, just in case, and we both have phones."

"Wait, what is it that we're doing?"

"Do you have a car?"

"Yes, why?"

"My motorcycle is too loud and he'll see you while you wait." They get down to the main entrance. She nods and they leave. "So. What's the plan? And, can you fill me in on what's happening?"

"Sure. From the very beginning or recently?"

"Very beginning." Mark nods.

"So, when I was in highschool, I became great friends with Jack. He was there for me more than anyone ever was. But, in probably our last year, Tyler caused a problem that forced us to stop being friends. At least, I hope it was Tyler's fault. Jack never gives up. He perseveres until the very end. I really admired- and still do- that small detail of Jack. Well, anyway, I had gotten with this girl Jessie. She was a bitch at times, but she sort of helped me when Jack stopped our friendship. Jessie and I had gotten really close. One day, she went too far, and I had to end it. She was pissed, and sad, and possibly even psychotic, willing to do absolutely anything she can to get back with me. I'm pretty sure she was just psychotic over all, to be honest with you." She nods. "Anyway, back to the actual story. So, Tyler tried to keep Jack away from me, but obviously that didn't work. He had to stay after class, just like me, because be was spacing off one day. We ended out hooking up a day, maybe even two, afterwards. I've actually liked him for a while. His roommate, Charlie, we used to be really close. I think we still are, but I always talked about Jack. I asked him to use the name, "John" if Jack anyone ever asks anything to do with me liking anyone when we were younger, or something similar."

She nods again. "And the problems started when?"

"Oh, right. Well, the actual problems started when we got together. Jessie must've found out somehow and tried to kill him." She nods.

"And, we are...?"

"Saving him."

"Ah. Okay." She continues driving.

They finally get to the house. It looked like it was maybe painted, then abandoned a few years before.

"Well... we're here." She says. She runs her hand through her blue hair, then turns to him.

"Just, stay here, and I'll be back soon. If you see me like, flailing my arms around, or hear me scream, come. Get. Me. Or, call the police."

"No prob, Bob." Mark smiles, ruffles her hair, then gets out of the car. He looks down both ends of the street for passing cars, then runs across when he sees none. He gets to the door, and listens to the inside of the house. He hears a muffled scream come from the house, and opens the door. He looks around, taking in almost all of the details. Another muffled yell interrupts him. He goes up the stairs, and turns left. He makes his way towards the screams.

He finally gets into the room, and feels like bawling his eyes out. Back was tied to a chair, bruised, bloddy, no actual wounds, but Jessie was holding a knife over his leg.

"Stop!" He yells. Mark starts running towards her, but she turns to him, then moves over just a little, causing him to run into the wall. He lets out a groan as he gets up. "Marki! You joined us!" Mark wipes his mouth and looks at her, hatred swelling up in his eyes. She makes his way towards him.

"Let him-" she puts a finger over his lips.

"That's where I'm stopping you. You aren't going to win." She knocks him upside the head really hard. Jack lets out a muffled scream as Mark hits the floor.

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Mark opens his eyes.

"Morning sunshine!" It was a little muffled. Mark looks at her. She was wearing her mask. It has stains on it.

She was a serial killer. "Nice to see you join the party. I never thought you'd wake up. Which, would be a shame." She walks uo to him. "Although, Jack doesn't care that much." Mark looks at Jack. Jack was ferociously shaking his head. Mark looks at Jessie.

"Let him go, Jessie."

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Because he hasn't done anything wrong. He's perfectly fine. Just, let him go." She laughs. Mark looked at her, confused.

"'Hasn't done anything wrong.' Wow, Mark. And I thought you couldn't be more funny." She sighs. "Or stupid."