I'm at Vidcon, signing shirts and little septic eyes while greeting people who've waited so long just to see me. I smile. It was great to meet them. They've brought me to where I am today and I'm so grateful. A girl walks up to me. She seems a bit off. She holds out a piece of fanart she made, asking for a signature. I nod and sign the excellent work. "It's gorgeous," I tell her. She nods, but her eyes never leave the ground. "May I have a photo with you?" she asked quietly. I almost didn't hear her. "Of course, sweetie!" I say. I figure she might just be nervous. A lot of people I met were. I don't understand why. I'm just a normal guy. She comes close to me and holds her phone up. I get into frame with her. Just as she clicks her phone to take it, she whispers, "I'm so sorry, Jack." Suddenly, I feel something hit me in the back of my head. I fall toward the ground as the pain surges through my skull. Everything goes black....
I wake up. I'm laying on an operating table in a dark room. The only light is the one above me. I cover my eyes as I look up to it. I'm so confused. 'I was just at the convention. Where the hell am I now?' A light suddenly appears to the other side of the room. As I look over, I see Mark. He is sitting on his knees, covered in bruises and cuts. "Mark!" I call out to him. He didn't say a word. I move to run over to him. He needs help. I need to tend to his wounds and comfort him. I need to know what happened, and why we were in this place. However, when I try to move, I couldn't. My arms and legs are restrained to the table. I struggle to break free, but I couldn't. I cry out to him, begging him to say something, but he just sits there. Tears begin to fall from his eyes. His eyes then widen as he collapses to the ground. "MARK!" I scream. I have to help him, but I can't move anymore. Suddenly, the girl from the convention appears beside Mark. "You should have never gotten together," she says. "Everything would have been fine if you weren't in love with him. Now," she holds a gun toward Mark. "it must come to an end. We wouldn't want anyone unhappy, now, would we?" She giggles as she pulls the trigger. "NO!!" I scream. She tilts her head toward me. "Now you," she points the gun at me and fires. Pain runs throughout my body as I feel myself dying.....
I opened my eyes widely. I glanced around to reveal I'm in Mark's bedroom. I looked over and see Mark, sound asleep. Tears sprang from my eyes. 'It was only a dream. Thank god.' I took in deep breaths, trying to calm myself from the nightmare I awoke from. I looked at the time on my phone. 6:43 a.m. My alarm would go off in a couple minutes, so falling asleep again would be pointless. I stared at the ceiling, reviewing my dream in detail. "Why? Why'd I have to think about it? Why'd it come into my dreams?" I mumbled to myself. It scared me so much; it just felt so real.
A lively tone emitting from my phone took me away from my thoughts. As I turned it off, I felt Mark turn over and wrap his arms around me. "Good morning~" he groaned, which made me giggle. "Good morning, doof," I said. He pretended to look hurt. "Is that all I am to you? A doof?" He ran a finger down from his eye to his chin, making it appear like a tear ran down his face. I cupped his cheek and pressed my lips to his. "No, you're so much more than that." He began blushing. I smirked at his expression. "Well, now that we're up, we better start getting ready." He turned onto to his back and began to close his eyes. "No," he mumbled. "But, Mark, we have to go back to the convention today," I told him. "Remember? We have that big meet-up today for about 5 hours." He shook his head. I began to poke at his sides, but that didn't do much except make him stir. So, I started to shake him. Still, nothing happened. I then decided extreme measures were the only way to get him moving.
I swiftly moved my body on top of his and straddled his hips. My hands moved up and down his chest slowly. Mark's eyes opened widely at what I was doing. "C'mon, Mr. Early-riser, it's time to get moving!" I stated loudly. A deeper blush was on his cheeks as I leaned down and began to kiss his neck. I didn't stay for long. When my lips pulled away, I figured he was ready to get up by the look on his face. I smiled innocently, even though what I had just done wasn't even close. Mark sat up on his bed quickly and looked over at me. "Was that really necessary?" he asked with little giggles running through his words. He ran a hand through his bedhead. I smirked playfully. "Of course, it was!" I proudly stated. "I really don't want to be late today, and it was also getting you back for yesterday!" The memory of his coming up behind me and kissing my neck and jawline made me blush a bit. His words that came back to mind made it appear even more. I snapped back into reality when Mark spoke. "Alright, 24/7 Energy, I'll head for a shower. You better start getting ready, too!" He gave me a quick peck before lightly shoving me off of his lap. He picked out a clean pair of boxer shorts and headed to the bathroom.
I grabbed some clothes for today and headed toward the bathroom downstairs. After closing the door and turning on the shower, the dream came back to mind. I still wondered why I saw us die at the hands of an unhappy fan. I stripped down and jumped into the shower. While washing up, I thought about telling Mark about it. But, I felt like it would make him worry more. He was already so hurt by those comments. I didn't want him to cry again. He didn't need that. I decided to tell him after the convention was over, that way he wouldn't freak out about it so much. I finished up in the shower and dried off. Putting on my thin long-sleeved red shirt, I smiled in the mirror as I fixed my hair. 'It's gonna be fine. He'll know soon.'
I strode out of the bathroom to find Mark already in the kitchen making breakfast. By the smell of it, he was making pancakes. I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I nuzzled my face into his shoulder. "Hey, there," he said. "Want some pancakes?" He looked over at me, a goofy grin on his face. I chuckled. "Every time I think of pancakes and you, #SexyMark comes to mind." He flipped the pancake, giving me an airy laugh as he shook his head. I kissed his cheek and let go of him. He turned around with a small stack on a plate in his hand. Mark sat it down in front of a chair on the dining table. His hands motioned to the chair in front of the spot, ushering me to sit. I smiled as I walked over to him and sat down. As he pushed in my chair, Mark leaned into my ear. "You know, I'd give you a reenactment of that," he whispered. "But, I just got cleaned up." I looked over at him, my face on fire. "MARK!" I shouted. He shrugged his shoulders at me. "What? I was just sayin' I would." I rolled my eyes at him as he went back to pancake making.
He sat down with me at the table when he finished up in the kitchen. We began to talk and laugh as we shoved fluffy, syrup-covered pancakes into our mouths. I felt a bit better when I saw Mark in a lively mood. He was 10x better than last night. 'Thank goodness he's better.'
When we were both finished, I picked up our plates to put them in the sink. I figured that it was the least I could do. As I moved toward the kitchen, Mark grabbed onto my arm; not tight enough to hurt me, just enough to stop me. "Why were you crying this morning?" he asked softly. I didn't think he noticed. I really didn't want to say right now. "I-It was nothing," I simply said. "Just a dream, that's all." I started to move forward a bit, but he pulled be back to him. His arms gently draped around my waist as he held me close. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" he asked, his voice almost in a whisper. "Yeah, I know," I responded. I sat the plates onto the table once more and turned toward him. I looked into his eyes, which pleaded me to tell him what I dreamt. "I'll spill, but you might want to sit down."
Then, I told him. I told him everything. Every detail, every sight. When I got to the part about his death, I began to cry. I really didn't want to see that in my mind once more. It terrified me. I looked up at Mark, his eyes full of worry and tears. He beckoned me over to him. I got up from my seat and sat down on his lap. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close to his warm body. My hands cupped his face, thumbs wiping away the tears from his cheeks. I laid my head against his chest as he rocked back and forth and hummed. It was very calming. After a few moments, he spoke. "I'm sorry that you had to dream about that. But, you have to remember what you said. 'As long as we love each other, nothing can hurt us, right?' Everything will be okay as long as we stay strong. And, it was only a dream. You're still here and so am I. We're okay. We'll be fine. It's okay." I knew he was right. We should be fine. Nothing can hurt us.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Mark asked, wiping away my tears that were still falling. "I-I just didn't want you to worry," I whispered. "You were already thinking about it. I just wanted you to be okay." He looked at me, shaking his head. "I was planning to tell you after the convention was over." He rolled his eyes at me. "I was!" I raised my voice slightly. He smiled. "It's fine, but you should be able to tell me anything at any time. I can handle it as long as I've got you." I sighed, looking down. "Sorry, Mark." He picked me up, moving over to the couch. He sat me down and kissed my forehead. "It's alright. No apology is needed." He moved away from the couch to the door. Mark returned with two pairs of shoes in his hands. "We should get moving, though. Okay?" I nodded as I put my shoes. I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. He came up behind me a few moments later, wearing his "Home is Where the Pants Aren't" shirt. His hand went up into my hair, moving it around and getting it tangled within it. I grabbed it, pulling it down to my side and lacing our fingers together. "Hey! I need that!" he playfully shouted. I looked at him, raising my eyebrow. "Really? 'Cause it looks to me like you weren't using it for anything." I smiled playfully at him. He just rolled his eyes and began to brush his teeth with his other hand.
We finished up and headed out the door, hand in hand.
I knew at that moment, that everything would be okay.
A/N: And, after the long awaited chapter, everyone said:
"WHERE'S THE REST?!"
Hey, guys! It's me, Jepsyca! I have chapter 10 finally done! Yes! THE SATISFACTION! Really, I wanted it to be way longer, but I felt as if this would have been a good place to end the chapter.
Did you expect the nightmare? I bet not! I didn't even expect it until I began to write it. Was it okay, or nah? I don't know. I kinda like it.
Anywho, this had been put off for awhile for several reasons:
1. I had to take a fuck-ton of tests (and I still have one more this week plus finals next month)
2. I didn't know where to take it, but now I have an idea
3. I began to write other things. Yeah, I should stay focused on this until I'm done, but I have so many ideas! I might be writing more Septiplier things!~ But, I also want to do a few teen fiction items and work on my one-shots. I hope that's okay.
I will keep working on this, so expect more chapters soon. I've been in a writing mood! Ciao for now!
-Jepsyca