Ouija - Danti/Septiplier Fanfiction

Chapter Six

It was the day after we heard about Mark. I sat in front of a pumpkin, settled on newspaper, titled slightly on its side.

I glanced at the knife beside it, shining ever so dully in the room.

"You gonna carve, Jack?" Felix asked me, sitting across the table on his knees, carving into his pumpkin. He didn't sound happy or his rock-solid self, he sounded upset yet tried hiding it.

"Going to try," I said lazily, my lips barely prying open, which resulted in classic mumbling.

He sighed, but nodded in understanding. I watched as he continued to carve, the sound of pumpkin being cut into being the only sound occurring between us.

I picked up the knife lightly, my finger tips barely getting a solid grip, and eyed the pumpkin.

Felix adjusted on his knees, looking at me.

     "Know where to start off?" He asked, noticing my lack of motivation. I nodded.

He made his way around the table to me on his knees, and stopping right beside my legs.

        "Here, gimme," he ordered nicely, reaching for the knife I held. I did what he wanted.

         "I usually start off with carving out the face," he explained, stabbing the blade into the center of the orange food.

         "Don't you need to take out the seeds?" I questioned. He shook his head, continuing to carve the nose and transitioning to the mouth.

         "Nah. I like to pull the guts out from the mouth and eyes, making it look like it's puking up last nights dinner," he joked, pulling out the mouth.

I quietly watched him dig inside from the mouth, his hand coming out, orange and slimy strings collided with seeds following along.

         "I'll let you do the eyes. Then just carve around the top and you're done," he said, scooting back over to his spot after gently putting the knife down.

I picked up the knife, and began to carve slowly. One eye done. Both eyes done.

Looking up at Felix, I noticed lots of designs lapping around the back of his pumpkin, which made me jealous. But I didn't actually feel jealous. I didn't feel anything.

I carved around the top quickly, impatient and wanting to get out of the room soon, before Felix begins taunting at my horrible carving job.

       "Shit!" I winced, throwing the knife I held on to the table, sucking my finger in pain. Felix made quick notice and hurried over to me.

        "What's wrong??" He panicked, throwing his hand on my shoulder. I peered at him in confusion.

         "Worried about me for once?" I joked, pulling my finger away from my mouth. He rolled his eyes and looked at my injured finger.

         "I know I'm an idiot. The knife cut me kinda deep," I said. Felix chuckled, heading towards the hallway for some aid.

While I waited, I took a glance at his pumpkin. He had swirls of magic in the background, going all the way around the pumpkin, with a wolf howling in the center. What a focus point, eh?

       "Nice carving," I said to him as he entered the living room once more, holding two bandages. He was taken by surprise for a moment for some reason, before clearing his throat and handing me the bandages.

        "Here, put em around your finger." I thanked him, securing the bandages around my cut.

He bent back to his knees, resuming his carving. Silence took its place again.

I stared at my horrendous pumpkin, which looked like a rip-off of the Slenderman creepy-pasta.

         "Hey," Felix spoke, making me jump slightly from being distracted about my pumpkin. I stared at him.

          "Did you.. hear about Mark?" His voice was light with sorrow. "They're going to do that thing where they freeze the corpse. Mark wanted that, I think."

I sighed, looking down. Mark was off of my mind for that good moment, but now the painful memory was back.

I forgot Mark passed away last night.

       "Ah," my voice cracked in despair, not making eye contact with Felix.

        "Listen, you know it isn't your fault, right?"

I remained silent.

         "Jack, I know what I said about the Ouija board. But, this most likely was just.. clumsy Mark," he attempted to assure, but noticed my eyes burning with tears trying to let loose.

       "Sorry. But.. please, don't grieve on this. It wasn't your fault, okay? If anything, it's mine that I didn't stop you two from doing that board." I stared at him, wiping my eyes with my sleeves.

         "I'll.. be right back. Gotta go find some candles for these pumpkins," Felix conveyed, hurrying out from the room.

I sat alone, looking down my pumpkin, then to the knife.

It was your fault, though..

I thought.

You pressured Mark into doing that!

I sighed, cutting off my voices in my head.

..It's your fault I'm dead.

My eyes opened largely. I didn't think that, but it's.. in my head. And it's Mark's voice.

Jack? Why'd you let me just die like that?

Shaking my head to rid those thoughts, I leaned against the table. Yet Marks voice kept flooding into my head.

It's your fault! Why? Why?!

His voice became hostile, and I pounded at my head for it to stop. But my fists lowered as "Mark" said something specific.

Grab the knife.

What? I began panicking, noticing my own hand going for the blade handle. I restrained, pulling it back.

Grab it!

The voice in my head shouted, echoing.

My hand raised again, but I tried pulling it back. It arose, and grabbed the knife, as if I couldn't control my own actions.

Join me, Jack.

My heart raced as I looked at the knife, gleaming in the light. Felix was walking in the room, which made me panic.

I rose the blade.

Swipe.

         "Jack!"