Dog Teeth || Darkiplier and Jacksepticeye [Abuse and Smut]

End [Ver. 1; TW]

you're all over me

As the stool fell away, and the rope caught Jack's weight. He choked desperately for air, swinging his legs as his body fought for survival.

As the seconds began ticking away, everything that had ever happened seemed to rush through Jack's mind. Every memory, every beautiful moment, every time he cried. This must've been what people meant when they said your life flashes before your eyes.

The world faded into black, Jack could hear his heart pounding, pumping out the last bit of oxygenated blood he had. Then everything stopped. His body couldn't struggle anymore, his lungs didn't cry for air, he didn't hurt anymore. It was over.

Dark opened the front door, groaning obnoxiously as he dropped the bags on the floor full of groceries. He slammed the door behind him, brushing his raven locks back from his face, calling for Jack.

"I have groceries, put them away," he demands. He doesn't hear anything, though, the house is silent. "I'm not playing around, get your ass out here," he warns.

Silence.

He scans the bottom floor quickly, rushing through every room to find them all lifeless. He quickly makes his way up the stairs, becoming anxious as he checks the floor.

Anxious. He felt something. Was this his weak spot? His head ached, his skull throbbed with pain as the strange feeling overtook him. He groaned, pushing himself to walk down to the master.

He pushed open the door, and then he was gone.

Mark sank to his knees at the sight, the image burning itself into his brain. He trembled before the sob left his lips, his hands covering his face as he sank to the ground.

The funeral was quiet. No one really said much. Mark stood by his casket, his shoulders forward and his posture slouched. His head hung a bit low, he looked like a dog in shame. That's how he felt, truthfully.

Closing the casket was the most painful thing of all. The moment he realized he wouldn't see Jack again. Ever.

Mark dragged himself down to the police station, and Mark explained everything. He was shortly put on trial. The battle in court wasn't much of a fight, Mark knew what he did, and he didn't dare try pretending otherwise.

The news hit a lot hard, particularly his fans.
"Famous YouTuber 'Markiplier' Convicted Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity."

Now, here he is in Ethan's arms, begging to be shot. Begging to get the thing he deserved. If the state wouldn't do it to him, he wanted someone else to step up. But Ethan never did.

Mark's channel had died off on it's own due to both his inactivity, as well as the legal issues now bound to his name.

He made one last video for everyone, confessing everything that happened and bidding his goodbyes, his apologies, and vowing he would see Jack again.

That night, Mark Edward Fischbach was found dead in his home with a self-inflicted wound.

The world carried on, of course. Fans mourned, friends and family flew out to bid goodbye to the man.

It was over as fast as it started.