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Chapter 8: Septiplier (Away!) - Funfiction

Originally posted May 23, 2017 to AO3      

You don't remember when it started, but you remember how it started. And you certainly weren't ready for what it started.

It wasn't the purest hobby, even at its birth. But when you missed characters like they were real people, it was nice to return to them for an hour or two.

After your Undertale playthough was when you first considered writing fanfiction. Yes, you though it was an asinine idea when it bounced though your head for the first time. But as it got more comfortable up there, you realised that its asininity didn't make it a bad idea.

So you did it. Undertale opened up many possiblities; you started with a simple story.

"Toriel, Frisk, Sans, and Papyrus at the beach," now that didn't sound like a bad idea. You thought it would be rather cute.

What's the worst that could happen? was the last thing to cross your before you summoned for new document. You wrote. You proofread. You read it again. You felt content with your product. You opened a new tab, go to AO3 and click the 'post' botton. You entered shit in, and took a deep breath.

Posted.

Beach Day by HumanHighlighter

You didn't worry about these people finding you out. No one would suspect that the one and only jacksepticeye was writing among them.

Good thing too, because they wouldn't have given you the proper criticism if they knew. Of course, nobody was mean here. But your subpar writing needed proper treatment to become par, or even good, one day.

You never told anyone about it. Not out of shame, but, it wasn't a thing you wanted to mention. Your life was the same: same interests, same friends, same job. But now when you played a video game, sometimes you'd get an idea, and it would really just go from there.

There was good company. You met some fans of yours. They understood the reference in your username. Some even noticed a correlation between the games you played and the fics you posted. They talked to you about you. It was ironic in a way you kind of appreciated. It was a gold-plated time. People liked your fanfics. You liked theirs. Your write improved, and theirs improved too. Hell, you even made some friends. You sometimes wondered how they'd react

The gold wore off eventually, like your life was a pliable piece of jewelry.

It began with the break-up. Sure, it was amicable. You were still friends. You helped Signe remove her stuff from your flat, as she was going to live with her girlfriends now. The place was clear of her possessions now. Unfortunately, there was a mix-up somewhere. Her bronze necklace was still here. And your propriety must've ended up in one of those duct-taped boxes.

Of course there was an increase. It became slightly more plausible, one obstacle less to write around.

There was also an increase in your curiousity. It was there, present, visible, attainable. It ha always been.

It was a poison apple on a pendulum; you could have it, all you had to do was grab for it.

You went for it.

You'd seen it before, yes, but now you were daring to take it seriously. Now it was going to be your coping mechanism. Now you were trying to cure your own loneliness with it--

Actually, it-- and you kinda hate to say it--wasn't that bad.

Some were really good, brought a smile to your face. Some of it was bad, and made you cringe. Some of it was slightly messed up and you opted to just not. The Septiplier tag was just like every other one on this site. And considering everything, not that big. Definitely not ravenous or out of control, mostly just... creative. An interesting case study, if you were honest.