A deep blue sky, stars shine brightly like the moons children. The moon itself sits, watching over the universe. Shinning soft rays down onto the earth, and those who lurk on it. Dark clouds line the sky, ready and willing to rain upon all of humanity. A man walks, his footsteps hurried, his breath deep and laboured. The slapping of his shoes on the concrete mixes with the sound of his panting. Hands shoved in pockets and head down low, the moon is his only friend. " It's consensual" The man muttered to himself in a low, deep voice. The streets dimly lit by streets lamps that hardly work. The shops all closed and every house barricaded like it's World War One. He passed home after home with boarded windows and steal, locked doors. There wouldn't be any home invasions tonight. Approaching a alley way, not lit and sketchy. He turns down it with haste. " It's consensual, it's consensual" The man muttered as he his clothed arms reached to hug his cold body. The air was tight and chilly, almost as if it were to snow. A steal door, he stands in front of. Nerves...stage fright if you will, rack his body. Make him colder then the night air willed him to be. Knock knock He waited, shivering in the cold. His breath turning to mist as he panted. The man rubbed his sides and he hugged his torso in an effort to remain warm. He waited for the door to open " It's consensual" Trigger warnings: (Detailed scenarios to vague mentions) Torture Kidnappings Suicidal thoughts/carry outs Criminal activity Corruption Manipulation LOTS OF GORE AND BLOOD Murder War Read at your own risk! I am not responsibly for any harm of any sort that may come to you as a result of reading Carnage. This has Mark AND Jack in it, THIS IS BY NO MEANS, A SEPTIPLIER STORY *Edit 23/1/19: There are over thirty chapters not yet posted. Due to potentially distressing content it will not be updated again until all chapters are revised and edited to profile owners liking.

The world is already overpopulated. Food and water is only for the rich. A few days ago... The government issued a new law. That every home that earns more then three thousand dollars a week, shall be forced to have a slave. Treat them like a slave, like an animal. And if I don't abide by the laws. We both die All the trigger warnings.

The sequel to Law, a Septiplier fan fiction. After Mark looses his sight, he has to adjust to life. With Jack right next to him to help him. With Marks blindness and broken soul. Jack's PTSD. With their problems, are they really healthy for each other. What happens to Nate? Why are the police after Matthias? How did Mark become sightless? *Now completed*

Ever since his childhood he's found that the urge to chop humans up is as strong as the urge to eat. Mark is a serial killer. His favourite hobby is to track down rapists and murders, then bring them back to his cabin in the wood by any means necessary. Chop them up and dispose of the parts so they're never seen of again. It's either that or dump the body's near water to wash it of evidence. But one snow covered night, when he travels down to the frozen lake to slide a body under the ice, he finds another body. In one piece and without a pulse. While still riding his high, he takes the frozen body back to his cutting room. After all, who would waste a good body? This story is about Stockholm Syndrome and how it can develop in people kept in captivity. This was the easiest medium I could think of to explain what it's like to fall in love with the person who treats you like shit. I hope you can understand by the end. NOT A SEPTIPLIER STORY

Verisimilitude: The appearance of being true or real. A teenage boy called Sean, whom has a normal life, a normal school, he's a normal boy. He appears as though to be a normal human, however, his...hobby's are all but normal. Most fear him because of how he uses his spare time. Mark has the appearance of a teenage boy, his normal life is far behind him. He goes to a normal school, he has normal hobbies, his life appears to be that bleeding of normality. However he is all but normal. No one fears him for no one knows him. Both hold a Dark secret, each life changing for the other to know. They both hide it away, not telling anyone the truth, it doesn't even seem real. But only one choose this life by choice, one had to tell the truth, the other to show what is real. Verisimilitude: A Septiplier Fanfiction *Unedited* FINALLY, A FAN FIC THAT HAS VAMPIRES BUT DOES NOT FOCUS ON THE FACT THAT THERE IS VAMPIRES