Septiplier FanFic Ch#2

 *Jacks POV*

As I watch my ex-girlfriend and her boyfriend, they start to makeout and pull each other as close as they can together. I can't look away no matter how hard I try. Next thing I know, Chad is now my father. The both of them still sloppily kissing as I am stuck watching them. Then my father gently pushes her away saying "hold on sweetie. I gotta take care of something." He walks over to me  and grabs me by my shirt collar. Pulling me close to his face. He spits as he speaks. "Sean! What the fuck have I told you!? Do you have any damn manners!?" He back hands me across my face. I fall to the floor and look up at him in horror. He continues to yell and cuss about random nonsense. Soon enough, he's beating the shit out of me and I can't do a damn thing but cry and tremble in fear. He finally stops and backs away as he watches and laughs at me as I weakly try to get up, but fail. As I look around, I see all of my siblings and friends standing around me. laughing, calling me a 'fag', even kicking me once in a while. Finally, I give up. I lay on the ground and hug my knees as I let out my sobs and tears. 'Why would I even think that anyone would accept me?'


 *Marks POV*

I was walking to my new home from a job interview. Why did I move from America to Ireland? well, long story short, Hillary became president. Need I say more? Anyway, I was a few blocks away from my place when my phone alerted me that I got a text. I pull out my phone and look at it. My friend Bob texted me.

Bob: Hey mark! Just wanted to know how you're doing in Ireland? Sweden is amazing! Me and Mandy met this crazy, funny, Swedish guy that was chasing after his dog shouting 'SENPAI!!! NOTICE ME!!!' It was a cute little pug. I think his name was Edgar.

Mark: Lol! Who? the guy or the dog?

Bob: No! the guys name is Felix. Edgar is his pugs name.

Mark: well, he seems cool. But not as cool as me. . . RIGHT!?!?

Bob: I dunno mark. I think Edgar is kinda cooler than you could ever be.

Mark: *GASP* H-HOW!?!? O-O

Bob: He knows how to catch

Mark: . . .

Bob: Aw. Don't cry Mark. I'm only messing with you.

Mark: You are MEAN!

Bob: I try to be. >

Mark: Yeah. Well-

"oof!" I stumbled back a little as I finally look up from my phone. I mentally scold myself. 'Shit. Pay attention to where you're going Mark!' I look down to see a green haired guy with his hood up, I guess trying to hide his face with it, and tear stained cheeks. I didn't see his eyes though, he stood up quickly. I could barely hear him mumble a choked "S-sorry". He was about to walk away, but I grabbed his shoulder. 'He's upset. I can't just walk away from him' I spoke softly. "Hey. You okay?" He nodded and shrugged my hand off his shoulder and walked away. I wanted to go after him. I wanted to make sure that he really was okay. But, I don't even know the guy. He wouldn't want a stranger to be bugging him and trying to invade his privacy. I watched as he disappeared from my sight. I finally continued my walk home.

~Time skip~

I unlocked my door and walked inside my house. It's so . . . empty. I Go into the kitchen to get some food. I looked through all cabinets and in the fridge and freezer. 'Nothing. I knew I should have bought more sausages.' ( lol. yes. ) I look at the time on my phone. 6:21 PM. I noticed a few texts from bob that came in about 10 minutes ago. I look at them.

Mark: Yeah. Well khgfezr

Bob: What!? What's that supposed to mean?

Bob: Mark?

Bob: Okay. Later then.

'Too late to reply now.' I put my phone away and grab my car keys. I make sure everything is locked, then leave the house, locking the front door on my way out. I get in my car and think for a minute. 'should I go out for dinner or just get some groceries? . . . Out for food it is!' I start up my car and drive down the road.

~Time Skips all around~

I'm driving around trying to find a good place to eat, when I come across a little park. . . for the 3RD DAMN TIME!!! Finally I pull over by the park and turn off my car. I sit there for a bit thinking of how the fuck I got lost so easily. Out of the corner of my eye I see some movement. I look over and see a guy sleeping on a bench. I get out of the car and make my way over to the man. As I get closer to him, I notice that something about him seemed familiar. I shook it off and approached him. I couldn't see the front of him. He was facing the bench as he slept on his side, his arms hugging his knees as his head was buried in them. I tap his shoulder. His response was a small sob. I grab a hold of his shoulder and shake him lightly as I whisper. "Hey. Hey wake up." He snaps awake causing him to fall off the bench. He pulls himself back up onto the bench and wipes his face with his sleeve. I could barely hear the guy, But, Once I heard his mumbles, I knew it was the guy I bumped into a few hours ago. I look down at him as I sit next to him. "sorry for waking you up like that. I needed some help finding my way around this place. I just moved here from America. Can you help me out?" He shrugs and speaks softly with sadness trapped in his voice. "I can't even help myself. I don't know where to go or what to do. Don't ask me for directions, I'll just fuck up. *sniff* A-again" He wipes his face with his sleeve again. I put my arm around him hoping to comfort him. "You wont fuck up. Even if you do, I wont be mad. Super hungry, yes, but not mad." He lets out a small laugh. not much, but it was. . .  cute. "I really am hungry though. Hey, if you want, you can go with me. I'll pay." He chuckles a bit. "heh. You're really that desperate, ain't ya?" I laugh and stand up. " yes I am. Now will you PLEASE take me to a good food place?" He gets up. "fine! Geez." We walk to my car. I stop for a second "you wanna drive or do you want me to?" He holds his hand out for the keys. "Who's the one that knows where we're goin?" I Cock my head and raise my eyebrow. "I dunno. Mystery man hasn't revealed his identity yet" He laughs. "I guess that means there's two mystery men. You first mister!" I chuckle and hand him the keys. I smile brightly. "I'm Mark. Mark Fischbach." He looks up at me for the first time. Oh. My. GOD! Those gorgeous Bright blue eyes. He smiles, which makes them even more beautiful. "I'm Sean Mcloughlin!" Shit. Living in Ireland is gonna be so cool!


Was that long enough? Am I gonna keep switching POV like this? How will this night go? How the fuck did Hilary make president!? All questions will be- uh. . . MOST questions will be answered soon enough! See you losers later. . . Bye