Punk Meets Pastel [Septiplier] [COMPLETED]

♡ Nineteen ♡

Mark nudges Jack awake. He slowly opens his eyes, and see that they were in a different room. Jack looks around. It looked like a basement. Jack looks up at Mark. Mark was bloody and bruised. He also looked terrified. Jack nuzzles closer to him. Mark smiles and kisses Jack's head. Jack tries to pull his jacket closer to him, but realizes he had something on his wrists.

Shackles. He follows the shackles to the wall that it was connected to. He looks at Mark. He had a shock collar on. He just accepts that death will most likely meet them soon as he gets as close to Mark as he can. Mark just hugs him back, on the cold floor they were forced to sit on.

All of a sudden, they see the door open, a light starting to fill parts of the room, blinding the boys. They both squint, until they realize who it was when she closed the door. She walks over to the bpys, and pulls them off each other, flinging Jack across the room. She growls at Mark and mouths, "mine" as she walks over to Jack. She grabs the helpless boy, and unlocks the shackles. She tosses the keys behind her and brings Jack, by his shirt, over to the chair. She flings Jack onto the chair, and tied his hands. His wrists were red.

Whether they were from anxiety or from Jessie was unclear. She grabs a knife and stabs his legs. He groans in pain, feeling his legs going numb. She continuously stabs his legs, over and over, sobbing a little. She leaves the knife in his leg and punches him. She scratches, punches, slaps, kicks, everything she can to hurt the boy. Her strikes get weaker and weaker as she starts stabbing the same wound repeatively while screaming, "why wouldn't you love me," over and over again. She finally falls to her knees, just sobbing. She was wiping her blood stained hands all over her face.

After several more minutes of tears, tears, tears, she starts hurting, hurting, hurting. She punches Jack really hard. So hard, his nose begins to bleed. He groans in pain, feeling his body weakening as she stabs him again and again, making him lose a vast or, huge amount, of blood. He feels himself pass out. She looks at Mark, and sits down. She turns her body, her already really bloody white tutu like skirt making noise as she turns, dragging on the ground.

"You know something. I would expect you'd be crying for me to stop. Do you actually love him?"

Mark doesn't answer.

"You don't, do you?"

Still no answer.

"I knew it. You're just a fuqboi. You're all the same. Like a stain on your hearts reputation." She chuckles a little. "I bet he thought you loved him."

"I do." Mark said, weakly, coughing up blood. She looks at him.

"You do what?"

"I do love him. I just... I don't know. I feel like we aren't going to make it. I don't even care anymore. I just wanted our child to live and grow, possibly with us. I didn't want it to end like this. Not here. Not now."

"What are you saying?"

"I want to die."

"Woah, woah, woah, woah. You want to die? You want to end your life? You're suicidal?"

"No. I mean, ues, but I'm not suicidal. I'm just... I don't know. It's hard to explaina dn hard for other people to understand." Jessie nods. She wipes her eyes. She stands up, holding her knife to her side. She goes to the door. Mark sighs. Jessie pulls down her mask. She opens it, then looks at Mark.

"Tell Daysha I'm sorry, and I want them back after." She leaves the room, that last sentence floating in the room. Mark notices she didn't lock it. He sighs and looks at Jack. He attempts to move, but can't. He looks down, and sees the one thing that will save them both.

The keys.

They were just out of his reach.

He stretches his foot out as far as he can, trying to get them. He starts to lightly graze them, but just as he does, he begins to grow sleepy, and blacks out, from his lack of food.

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Mark hears indistinct talking, then opens his eyes.

"They're in there." He hears Jessie say. He looks at Jack, the bloody mess, then back to the door. The door suddenly busts open, and Joseph, the cop from before emerges through, along with other cops. Joseph looks around the dark room, and spots Jack. He nods to the people behind him. Then goes to Jack. The others, starting with a woman spot Mark, now going towards Mark. The other two looking around. The women walks over to him, and finds the key. She unlocks his shackles and helps him up.

As he was receding out of that house, something in him changed. He wasn't sure what, but he was determined to do something. He was sure that he would be something. Be something for Jack.

Be something for Sean.

He watches as Jessie was being put into the cop car. They make eye contact for a second. He realizes what he wants for Jessie now. But at the same time, he isn't sure. She mouths, "Tell them," then gets into the car.

Mark looks around for them, hoping they would be somewhere. He spots them in their car. They were holding their head to the wheel.

That's when he realized they were knocked out.

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"Yeah. Okay. M-hm. I'd expect that as my father he'd be able to accept me. Guess I was wrong. Goodbye, ma." Jack hangs up his phone and turns to his shirtless lover. He starts crying as Mark comforts him. "He said he won't even come to see me. I'm too much of a disgrace." Jack says after he stops crying.

"No, you aren't a disgrace. I love you."