Ouija - Danti/Septiplier Fanfiction

Chapter Seven

I felt my hand grasping my throat for air, as I knelt down on my knees, heaving breaths.

Black water consumed my legs, ripples splashing around me.

As I began to become self-aware, I took a moment to stand up, my hand still covering my neck.

       "This place again.." I muttered, choking back on my air between words. I was back in the black void of nothingness.

I removed my hand from my throat hesitantly, fear willingly accepting itself into me as I noticed a thick layer of crimson red liquid coating my palm and fingers. Blood.

I touched my neck with my other hand, noticing it covered in the glaze of red.

         "What the hell?!" I squawked, my eyes wide with shock. I couldn't feel the pain in my neck, which was somehow gushing with blood from a wide cut, yet it was hard to breathe now and then.

I fell back to my knees helplessly, the black water splashing up as my bloody fists pounded at it. My back heaved up and down as sobs forced themselves out of me.

         "What do you want from me?" I said quietly in agony, keeping my view on the water, "just let me go back home."

I remained quiet, my weeps giving me enough comfort rather than silence.

A deep, slight chuckle escaped from somewhere around me. Mark.

I looked up, my features beginning to loosen at the sound of the "demon" Mark accompanying my worthless existence here. At least I wasn't alone to suffer.

         "I'm afraid you can't," his soothing voice echoed, as his appearance wasn't in sight.

Sniffing, I positioned myself to stand.
       "W-Why?" I questioned, attempting to show neutrality to this demonic aroma.

He kept quiet for which felt like forever, until I heard his deep breath be taken it, and exhaled of frustration.

         "You forgot, didn't you?" He asked. I nodded, believing he could see me.

        "You killed yourself, Jack."

My breath got stuck in my chest as I tried to think about what he just said.

"What?" Was the only thing I could say, in a manner like he was joking.

"I'm not kidding." His voice altered into almost a threatening tone.

"W-What..?" I trailed off, my voice continuing its casual tremble of nervousness.

He sighed, and though I couldn't see his emotions, it was obvious he felt annoyed.

"So am I s-stuck here forever? How do I get out? Where am I? I-" my worries got interrupted by his angry tone.

"Enough questions Jesus Christ!" I shut my mouth hastily. After a minute of silence, I was aware he stopped talking to me. Dropping my head, I peered at the black water before me, my reflection staring back, fresh red blood dripping from my neck.

Suddenly, I was taken aback when the water rippled, my reflection breaking into pieces in the water. I trailed my eyes up, meeting Mark. Or.. this demonic version of him.

"Let's start off with your first question," he said, his voice echoing a as red and blue haze hovered dimly around him.

I kept my shocked gaze on him as he knelt down on his knee, the black water not being bothered by its new disturbance.