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hehe, just a few Septiplier shorts to make your heart warm and fuzzy inside
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Short #1
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Mark' POV (point of view)

I stand, smile and wave as Sean turns to board his plane. But my smile is fake, and it doesn't last long.
I place my head in my hands and mutter 'I can't do this anymore!' In a whisper. But Sean heard me...
He turns around, drops his bags and stumbles back over to me. I straighten up and smile, trying to act confused as of why he came back over here.
"C-can't do what Mark?' Sean tilts his head, a worried look on his face. My throat closes up.
"I- I can't-" there is no way to explain it. Well there is one way to explain it... No speaking is required.
"Mark?"
I grab the hood of Sean's jumper and pull him close to me, I hesitate for a split second before I realise it's too late, I kiss Sean passionately before quickly letting go.
I stumble back in realisation of what I just did, my face is burning red, my bottom lip trembling.
"I'm sorry- I'll just- I don't expect you to contact me ever again-" tears sting my eyes as I turn to walk away but Sean grabs my arm and yanks me back, this time he kisses me.
My eyes are wide in shock, but I soon relax. Enjoying the moment. Sean steps back a bit and looks up at me. I look down into his ocean blue eyes, they seem to sparkle, illuminate the room, inhumanly perfect.

-a little while later-

I stare out of a large window, watching as Sean's plane takes off and soars into the sky, its destination: 8,190 miles away from here.
I sigh and look to the right of me-

-At Sean. who is watching the plane with me.

[Power On]

Short Two: Atlantis



Life is like the ocean.
It can be calm or still,
and rough or rigid,
In the end,
It's always beautiful.




Sean's POV

The water is rough tonight, it laps the side of my boat, sometimes spilling inside, wetting the worn souls of my shoes and making my toes cold. It shimmers in the moonlight, like its own galaxy, a thousand, twinkling starts which I know are just the scales of fish twinkle underneath the surface, it's very beautiful, just like the night I lost Mark.
It was all my fault.
It was about four years ago, Mark's twenty eighth birthday.
He didn't want to go out that night, he had tried to tell me to let him stay ashore, and go without him, but I had convinced him to come along, assured him that the water would be calm, I had told him that the boat was sturdy, and that we wouldn't be too far from shore anyhow.
Why had I lied to him like that?

I remember the night, clear as a crystal, like it had only happened yesterday.
Mark sat on the corner of our small boat, trying not to freak out as the waves crashed against us.
We were rocking, back and forth, getting thrown around like stuffed toys at a child care.
The loud crash of the waves made it near impossible to hear anything, so I don't know if Mark had heard me shout that everything would be fine.
I had lied again.

I stood up, attempting to reach for the sail, which I had to take down so the wind wouldn't catch it, the wind was too strong, we'd be carried a million miles out to sea.
But I had slipped, and nearly fallen backwards over the side of the boat and into the violent water below, but Mark had grabbed my hand and yanked me back to the floor of the boat, but at his own cost.
Another wave had smashed against the boat, the water blinded me, but I could see just enough to be able to see Mark being thrown from the boat. I had screamed his name, trying to reach the edge of the boat myself, telling myself that Mark could swim, that he's fine.
I lied again.

The last I ever saw of Mark, was the terror in his eyes.
I never saw him since.

I'll never forget how afraid he was. It haunts me.

Every year, I sail back out to the very spot Mark had sunken to the bottom of the ocean, and I take a small wreath of red roses with a candle holder in the centre, I take a candle, and light it, then I lay the roses gently in the water, and watch them float across the surface, drifting slowly away from the boat, I watch the light of the candle flicker, and despite the small amount of winds, and splashes of water, the flame never dies.
Like magic. I watch the light of the candle fade into the distance and wonder if Mark will get the flowers.

But this year, the fourth year since he drifted away from me, I've taken something else, something I need to give to him, something I never got the chance to do so.
I take a small, red ribbon, and loop one end through a small ring with a tiny Ruby in the middle, engraved on the inside is: close together, or far apart, you are forever in my heart, and I tie the ring to the wreath of roses.
I light the candle, going through several matches due to my hands shaking, and I lower it in the water, taking one last look at the ring, and push it away from the boat lightly. I watch it drift away.
I swallow my tears, my lips trembling as my gift to him gets further and further away.

I suddenly notice that the small candle flame has died out, for the first time. But it never dies,I think to myself, it's always stayed alight.
Does this mean something? Maybe it's the oceans way of telling me that Mark has forgotten about me. Wherever he is.

Suddenly, all of the Beauty of the ocean has disappeared. The thousands of stars in the galaxy of the sea have been swallowed by darkness, and I find myself unable to see. The clouds have blocked out the moon, all the stars may as well have died out as the flame of Mark's candle did.
But even with all the darkness, I swear I had seen movement underneath the water. Too large to be a fish, too small to be a dolphin or shark. Dark figures are circling my boat, making a small circular current that makes the boat spin in a small circle. I peer over the edge, and can clearly make out five or six shadowy figures, all have tails, fish tales, but, I could have sworn I'd seen a pair of human-like arms.
Suddenly my boat tips, and I barely have time to take a breath before I plummet into the water and feel the coldness of the water consume me.
I look around underneath the water, the salt stinging my eyes, and watch these dark figures close in on me.
They are hideous.
They are almost human, other than the bottom half, which are the tales of fish, black and lined with scales with torn fins. Their eyes are huge and rounded, placed almost on the side of their heads, there are no pupils, only pure whiteness. They have gills leading from the side of their back down to their chest, that open and close as they breathe, their mouths are open wide, thousands of needle sharp teeth lining their gums.
They have human arms, with scales poking through the skin here and there, and skin stretching between their fingers, which are tipped with long, sharp nails.
They are built to kill, tear flesh from bones, and that's what they are about to do.
I manage to resist screaming, saving my air as these things swim towards me, arms outstretched, ready to strike, when suddenly a golden spear impales the one closest to me, striking it's heart.
Blood leaks from the wound and the spear disappears, turning into gold dust, and I watch the fish creature sink into the darkness below.
The other fish creatures all look at me in fear, before they all turn to flee, but not until one more spear impales the one that was slowest, and it also, sinks to the depths below.
I suddenly feel myself being grabbed by the shoulders, and I think, this is is, it's my turn to drown. But I realise I'm being pulled upwards, towards the surface, and it's not long before I'm breathing in the cold night air once more.
I turn to see who my saviour is, who has dragged me to the surface and saved my life.
My eyes widen as all the air is leached from my lungs at the sight of them,
His hair is a vibrant red, that almost glows in the dark, his eyes a dark brown that are so easy to get lost in, his smile is faint, but it's there, he is as Beautiful as the day I lost him, with only a few differences. He, like the fish creatures, has gills and a tale, but his is a dark shade of red, the scales glitter like stars as the moonlight hits them, and his fin has no tears. He has no clothing, nothing covering his bare chest which makes me wonder if he is cold, and I notice on his finger, the ring that I had bought for him, the ruby shining brightly.
"Mark?" My voice is hushed, barley audible.
Mark nods slowly, the smile on his face growing broader, tears glistening in his eyes, he reaches out and strokes my cheek slowly, running his fingernails gently across my skin.
This can't be real, it can't be.
"I'm sorry," I whisper again, Mark shakes his head and places one finger to my lips, hushing me.
He then takes my hand, and slips something onto my finger. A silver ring, with a small emerald in the centre, and I can make out small letters engraved that read: storms don't last forever.
He holds my hand in his own for a while, staring into my eyes, smiling at me, remembering me.
"Did you forgive me?"
Mark stares at me in silence, and I grow worried, can he not talk? I want to hear his voice, one more time.
"say something please-" I mutter sadly. Mark opens his mouth, and behind to speak... He is talking, but I can't hear him.
"I can't hear you-" I start to sob, tears trickling down my face and into the ocean, the salt of my tears mixing with that of the ocean.
Mark starts to cry to, a few tears roll down his cheeks, before he smiles, and let's go of my hand. He starts to swim down and I lose sight of him in the murkiness of the water.
"Wait!" I shout, thrashing around in the water trying to find him, "wait don't leave! Don't leave please!"
I spin circles, looking for any small glimpse of red. He's left me again, he's left me for the ocean.
I float in the water for several minutes, wishing for Mark to return.
And finally, he does. I see a small flicker of his tail before he emerges from the water. Holding something in his hands, some sort of sea plant. He holds them out for me to take, and nods his head reassuringly, telling me it's safe.
I take it, and stare at it in wonder, not knowing what to do. I look back up at Mark, with a questioning look on my face, and Mark points to his open mouth, then shuts it quickly.
I have to eat it.
I quickly shove the plant in my mouth and swallow, not minding the terrible taste of salt and slime.
The thing that bothers me the most is the searing pain I start to feel in my neck. It's starting to itch, and I claw at it, screaming out in pain, but Mark grabs each of my wrists and turns me towards him.
I can hear his voice faintly, almost distant:
"Just look at me, it will be okay"
My legs start to feel strange and itch also, resist pulling free of Mark's grasp and itching them but only just.
And after a few minutes of almost unbearable pain, Mark let's go.
I go to kick, but I find that I no longer have legs, instead, a fish tail. I reach up to feel my neck, and find gills.
"It won't last forever," I jump as I hear Mark's voice.
"How long will it last?" I reply, my voice croaked and dry.
"Long enough for me to show you something-"
'Mark grabs my wrist and pulls me under the water. I struggle to swim for a short while, but I manage to take note of and mimic the moment Mark makes with his own tail, and soon, we are both flying through the water at incredible speeds.
After a short while of swimming, I see a light, and gasp in amazement as I recognise what I'm looking at,
"Atlantis-"
It's more beautiful as I ever could have imagined, several different types of fish darting around among the buildings that light up magically, glowing and illuminating the sea.
Though the buildings are all broken, and rusted, the beauty is unimaginable.
Suddenly I realise there are more, more fish people, people like Mark.
"Everyone who ever drowned, they come here," Mark explains, stopping me just before we enter the city.
"Everyone?"
"Most people, some become something else, something evil,"
I remember the things that had attacked me before, and try to imagine them before they died, as human, but I can't.
"C'mon, we have to get you back-"  Mark grabs my wrist again and grabs me away from the city, but I wish I could stare at it forever.

After another short while of swimming, Mark and I find ourselves at the beach where I normally tied my boat, and I notice that my gills are disappearing, along with my tail.
I turn to Mark, "wait! I want to stay wit' you!" I cry out, but he shakes his head slowly.
"You're not done here Sean," he smiles, "you'll know when it's time for you to join us,"
His voice is fading, I guess only merfolk can hear merfolk, and humans can't.
"How will I know?!" I need answers, I need to know when I'll see him again.
"Sean?" Mark asks, a sad smile forming,
"Yes Mark?" I say quickly, tears rolling down my face.
"Promise me, you won't take a boat to visit me, never, never again can you return-"
I shake my head,
"I can't promise t'at Mark, I c-can't-"
"For me Sean-" he places his hand on my heart, and I know that I will not be able to hear him anymore.
My lips are trembling, and I warp my arms around Mark,
"Okay..."
Mark hugs me back, but before long we both hear a shout and Mark let's go. A lifeguard has spotted me, and is asking if I'm okay.
I turn to look at Mark, but he's gone.
I catch the glimpse of a red tail disappear into the distance.

The lifeguard pulls me to the beach and holds me upright, but I'm still staring out into the ocean.
I can barely hear the guy shouting at me, asking if I'm hurt, and I only reply with a nod.
I'm okay.

[Power On]

Septiplier short three: A Team

Give someone one of your smiles.
It may be the only sunshine they see all day.
It can change the world
Maybe not the whole world,
But their world.




Marks POV
I step out of the theatre, the cold night air stinging my face, making me shiver slightly. Every breath I take fogs up the air around me, making me aware how freezing it is outside of my thick, hooded, black ski jacket that is lined with warm fur underneath, shielding my body from the freezing cold.
I bring my gloved hands up to my face as I gaze around the busy street. It has grown darker over the few hours I was seated in the theatre, watching the latest and greatest Star Wars movie that had just been released, which had obviously summoned a lot of, what others call 'geeks' and 'nerds', but who I call 'people with passion' to the city tonight. The sidewalks are packed with cosplayers. People in heavy looking, white armour type gear, holding some sort of replica gun, a few in similar gear, but instead in the colour black. Other people, like me, are completely covered up in several layers of clothing, hiding from the cold night air.
I turn my attention to the sky, dark without a single star. They are there somewhere, hiding behind the light that the city provides from the illuminated windows that cover buildings, and street lights that allows late night drivers to see their path clearly.
I'm suddenly ripped from my thoughts as someone collides both me, making me stumble over to my left. I look around for the person who had knocked me, but with so many people, anyone could be the culprit.
With a sigh, I start to follow the crowd that lead me down the cracked footpath, many people breaking off in different directions, hailing cabs, waiting for their teenage friends to pick them up, but I continue down the path, heading towards a small bus shelter where my old, down at the heels bus will come to collect me, and take me safely home.
I suddenly hear some shouting from across the street, a women by the sounds of it. I look over in curiosity. It could be anything, someone may have cat called her, attempted to grab her purse, someone might have bumped her, causing her to drop her Starbucks. But as I look over I see a taller, brown haired women, yelling at a bloke. She's waving her arms around, and clearly trying to make an effort to make sure everybody a million miles from here can hear her. My heart jumps suddenly as the women shoves the man to the ground and I hear her last shout of "Filthy pig!" Before she storms off, my gaze following her until I lose her in amongst the hustle and bustle of people on the streets. I then turn my attention back over to the guy, who hasn't made an effort to get back up, and continues to sit on the sidewalk, motionless.
I watch as people rush past him, not noticing the state he is in, many people curse at him as they nearly trip over him, not noticing he was there due to the importance of their phone calls, and I grow mad, that out of the hundreds of people that must have already walked by him, that not even one made an effort to help him up or ask if he was okay. Then I realise, that by me, standing here and thinking about how disrespectful people are, makes me just as bad as them in reality.
With a small shake of my head I start to walk relatively fast across the road, after looking for cars, though there seemed to be a break in the traffic. As I'm walking I start to wonder, what exactly did this man do to cause this women to have a go at him? Maybe I shouldn't be helping, maybe he is a drunken doosh bag, which would explain why he isn't getting up. But then again, maybe not.
I jump up onto the footpath and approach the man who is still sat in the ground, I stand over him for a second, looking down at him, raising an eyebrow at his appearance, green hair that sticks up in random places, the only thing making it look less of a mess is a grey beanie that sits crooked on his head. Large glasses with thick, black frames sit in the edge of his nose, the left lens has a crack, spider webbing from the bottom corner upwards. Despite the freezing cold, he wears only a simple grey hoodie, that seems worn down and old. I notice that the jeans he wears have many tears in them, leaving his bare skin vulnerable to the cold night air. And on his feet are  some old, worn down sneakers that used like they had once been a vibrant green colour, but are now faded and white.
The man looks up at me, and I'm taken aback suddenly as I notice his eyes, a bright pastel blue, staring up at me, contrasting the the dullness of his clothing.
"Am I bothering you?" He asks, raising an eyebrow and I see his lips curve into a slight cheeky, smirk.
I shake my head quickly, not realising how long I had been staring.
"No-" I mutter awkwardly, not knowing what to say or how to say it.
Without warning, the man jumps to his feet and dusts himself off, still looking at me with that smirk on his face and that hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Well, t'anks for starin' at me some, we should do it again sometime-" he winks and leans over to pick something up off of the sidewalk, a small empty Starbucks cup with a few silver coins sitting inside, glittering in the city light.
"Hey um-" I start to ask, and the man turns to look at me, I expect to see the same smirk on his face but find that it has been replaced with a pleasant smile instead.
"Ye wonderin why t'at lady was havin' a crack at me?" He asks my question for me, "she ran into me, accused me of bein a pickpocket, but I ain't,"
He doesn't seem at all bothered by being accused of a thief, and acts like its a fairly regular thing to happen.
"What's your name?" I ask stupidly, realising I had asked way too soon.
"Sean," he replies, surprisingly not seeming too weirded out by me. "May I ask yours?"
I blink a few times, finding that strangely I have forgotten my own name.
"Uh, it's, Mark, my name's Mark," I reach out to shake Sean's hand, and he seems quite taken aback.
He cautiously takes my hand and shakes it, and as he does, my brain clicks suddenly.
Being accused of thievery, worn down clothes, silver coins in a cup.
"You're homeless?" I say, not knowing why this surprises me.
Sean nods, letting out a slight laugh.
"It took ye a while to figure it out, but you got t'ere," he looks over to his left, avoiding eye contact.
"Anyway... I'm sure ye have better t'ings to do, I'll be off-" Sean sighs and the air around his lips fogs up for a second. I can't imagine how cold he is.
"Where are you off to?" I must be making him fairly uncomfortable with all my questions by now, but his still wears the same smile on his face, not a smile of pity, or an awkward smile, or even a smirk anymore. It's a pleasant smile, that makes me think of him as a friend.
"Wherever I want," he huffs, and I notice his lips are blue, and his teeth chattering, though I can tell he's doing his best to hide it. He turns to leave, but I stop him quickly,
"Hey, why don't you come in here with me?" I ask, gesturing towards a small cafe, "I'll buy you something,"
Sean looks at me, his expression is hard to read.
"You don't have to-" he tries to push my kind gesture away,
"No, I want to," I insist, nodding to add effect.
Sean smiles brightly, which means he's accepted my offer, and we both start walking towards the cafe together, Sean has a slight spring in his step, almost like a child on the way to the candy store.

We hear the tinkle of a small bell as we open the cafe door and step inside, the warmth of the cafe making us both sigh with relief as we make out way to a small table with two chairs on either side.
We sit down and get comfortable before I ask what Sean would like.
"Just a hot chocolate," he replies,
"Are you sure?" I ask, "you can get more than that!"
"No, just a hot chocolate,"  he rolls his eyes, finding me amusing I can tell.
"Okay-" I say, raising my eyebrows slightly. Out of everything he could possibly have, he chose a hot chocolate.

I order Sean's beverage and we sit, waiting for it to arrive.
"So, um-" I'm tempted to ask what it's like living without anywhere to go, but I don't know if it's a touchy subject for him,
"It's fine, not as bad as some people make out, though it does get cold, and food prices are growing, t'ere are people out t'ere t'at have it a lot worse t'an me,"
I suddenly feel a pang in my chest upon realisation on how much I take for granted every day.
For me, a home is just something I have, something I do work for, but it's always there.
For Sean, he'd be lucky to find a comfortable place on the sidewalk to sleep.
"You know you could always crash at my place-" I offer, but am immediately shut down.
"No, t'at doesn't seem right to me..." Sean shrugs, "you work hard for your home,"
I notice Sean's smile turn from grateful to sad. And it almost makes me want to cry, but I know he wouldn't like that, if I cried because I felt sorry for him.
A lady walks over and places a mug of steaming hot chocolate on the table in front of Sean, she doesn't even look at him as she does so, and just slams a receipt on the table in front of me before walking away.
I look after her in disgust at her rudeness, but Sean just smiles as he raises the mug of hot chocolate to his lips.


Sean and I chatted for a while, I got to know him, he told me how he had to run away from his abusive family, how he traveled for months, wanting to get as far away from them as possible. He got small jobs, work at service stations, washing cars, cleaning sidewalks, stuff like that, and used all of the money he could scrape to get a flight over to LA from Ireland, which amazed me, how hard he must have worked, how determined he must have been to escape his family.
As we both said our goodbyes, I told him not to go far, and that I would come to visit in my spare time. He seemed to like that idea a lot, the idea of company, of someone to talk to, someone to trust.
Every visit, I'd bring him the essentials. Jackets, a small blanket, small amounts of food, but other than that, he had a lot of what he needed, hidden away in a small backpack.
But I noticed something, every time I saw him, he had changed slightly.
Every time, his smile, it would be different.
For a long while, he had worn the same, friendly smile, eyes wide, full of hope, wonder, determination. A warm smile, welcoming to anyone, anything.
But after some amount of time, I'd watch his smile convert slowly to a sad one, a cold smile, fake. Like he had stuck it on his face, and though, I can tell by the way he looks at me, he is trying his absolute hardest to be happy and hopeful, but he's losing faith in the world. But not in me, he can always rely on me.
He tells me that he feels fine, but I can tell he feels invisible.
No matter what I do, he keeps refusing to come stay with me, pushing my help away.
And one rainy night, we sat outside a closed restaurant, watching the rain splash down on the road, for the first time, Sean had frowned, then began to cry, he had sobbed into my chest, holding my shoulders tightly.
I hushed him, rubbing his back, telling him that he's okay, that everything is okay, and he admitted to me, that he doesn't want to wake up tomorrow, or ever.

And I decided, no more. No more pushing away my help. Sean was coming to stay with me, if I had to drag him by his hair, I can't let Sean live like this. He has so much more to offer the world, I know it.

[Power On]

Septiplier short four: It's been so long

With all this anger,
Guilt and
Sadness
Coming to haunt me forever.
I can't wait for the cliff at the end of the river.


Mark's POV

"Is your Ma done on t'e phone yet?" Sean mutters as he tugs on my sleeve lightly, clutching a Golden Freddy plush toy that he had won at the prize corner to his chest.
I shrug, looking up at my mother who is facing away from us, a phone in her hand. I don't know what she's talking about, she's using big, grown up words that sound weird to me. But from what I can tell she's going to be on the phone for a while.
"No, she's talking about business stuff I think," I look past Sean at the pizzeria we have just left.
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, a large, brick building with a large sign above the doors, a picture of a bear in a top hat holding a microphone, a rabbit in a red bow tie holding his guitar in hand, and a chicken holding a cupcake up for everyone to see. These are the three mascots of this place. Freddy the bear, Bonnie the bunny and Chica the chicken, all looking as joyful and friendly as ever.
Somewhere inside the pizzeria there is a show stage where Freddy, Bonnie and Chica all stand and sing for us while we eat pizza and cake if it's out birthday.
Mum always takes me and my big brother Thomas here for dinner when she doesn't want to cook anything special. But she never lets us go speak to Freddy, or Bonnie, or Chica. She even gets mad when we try to say hello to the Fox behind the purple curtains, which is where he lives. There is a sign outside of his home that says, "Sorry, Out of Order". I asked Tom what that means, and he told me that means he is asleep and too tired to sing for us anymore.
I hope he is okay, I haven't seen Foxy for a long time.
I ask mum why she doesn't want us to talk to Freddy and the gang, and she says that you can never trust a robot, even if it's built for good, it is always evil. I don't know what she means by that.

"Hey Sean-" I whisper, a smirk on my face, "do you want to go say hi to Freddy?"
Sean looks over his shoulder at the pizzeria with a look of uncertainty on his face.
"Shouldn't we wait for your Ma?" He whispers, still holding onto my sleeve and clutching the Freddy toy tighter to his chest.
"She's going to be ages," I whisper, "and we will be back before she notices we're gone,"
Sean nods his head slowly.
"Okay Mark, but only to say hi," he mutters and we both start to slowly walk away from mum, making sure she doesn't notice. When we get a fair distance away, and mum still doesn't turn around, we start to run, giggling to ourselves.
We step up to the automatic doors and let them open for us before I realise something.
They won't let little kids like us in without a grown up to pay for us.
Sean must be thinking the same thing because he says, "how will we get in?"
I shrug and look behind me, noticing a large group of adults and children all walking in a pack towards the pizzeria. It must be a party.
"Let's pretend we are with them," I whisper and as the people all walk past us we jump into the group of kids, keeping our heads low, and sure enough, we get into the pizzeria, abandoning the group as they rush off to one of the party rooms, screaming and laughing.
"Okay, let's say hi and then go," Sean mumbles under his breath, twisting his foot nervously.
I nod and we both run over to the stage, looking up at who we came to see.
Bonnie, the purple bunny, is standing tall with his red guitar, his pink eyes making me think he could be a she. Chica, a dirty, yellow chicken wearing a bib that says let's eat! is holding her pink cupcake that has a pair of blue eyes, in conversation with Freddy. And Freddy, a worn down looking brown bear with large blue eyes stands in the middle, holding his microphone up to his mouth, explaining the fact that they are about to sing for us.
"Okay let's go-" Sean says, tugging me but I pull away.
"No, let's stay for one song!" I whine, "just one, then we can go,"
Sean sighs but agrees and we both stare in wonder as Freddy, Bonnie and Chica all begin to sing.
I've never been so close to the stage before, mum never let me.
I never knew that Freddy and the gang were so tall, even taller than mum, and the music sounds so much better and louder when you are up so close.
Soon I notice that lots of other kids have gathered around the edge of the stage with us, a lot of them wearing party hats and waving colourful streamers around their heads, dancing.
I smile and grab Sean's wrist and start to dance too, but Sean doesn't dance with me, he looks around nervously, grasping plushy Freddy tightly.
"Dance Sean," I whine, "Freddy is singing and he wants us to dance-"
Sean frowns up at me, "what if yer Ma is looking for us?!" He shouts over the music.
"She won't be," I shake my head, "and anyway, we have Freddy to look after us!"
Sean smiles at that, "yeah, I guess-" he laughs and starts to dance with me, grabbing each of my wrists as we bounce on the tips of our toes to the music and sing along at the parts of the song that we know.
The song finishes and Chica tells is that it's time to eat and that they'll be back after lunch.
The curtains close and everyone returns to their tables with their parents.
"Okay let's go-" Sean says but I shake my head quickly.
"No! We haven't said hi to everyone!" I say, pulling Sean towards pirates cove.
"But he's asleep isn't he? The sign is still there," Sean points at the sign that tells us that Foxy is 'out of order'
"We'll wake him up!" I laugh and reach up to grab the purple curtain and pull it aside but Sean tugs me backwards.
"What if he gets mad?" He whispers, biting his nails.
"Foxy won't get mad," I smile, and reach out for the curtains once more before I see something in the corner of my eye.
I look down the corridor that, I think, leads to private party rooms, I see a large, golden bear standing there, wearing a hat and tie, holding a large cake in his hands.
"Look!" I forget about Foxy and point to the golden Freddy. "He must be new!"
"A new Freddy?" Sean says, I can hear excitement in his voice, "and he has cake-"
I roll my eyes, Sean loves cake, it's his favourite thing that Freddy Fazbear's has to offer.
"We should go say hi! He might want to be out friend!" I say loudly, full of anticipation.
"And he might give us cake!"
We both rush out of pirates cove, leaving poor Foxy behind without saying goodbye and rushing after the Freddy. Some other kids have already beat us to him, a girl, and two boys are already following Freddy around excitedly, talking to one another.
"I wonder what the surprise is!" The girl says in a high pitched, stereotypical girly voice.
"Surprise?" I ask her,
"Golden Freddy said he has a surprise for us if we follow him!"
The two other boys agree and continue to run after Golden Freddy.
Sean and I follow Golden Freddy too, eyes wide with excitement.
"Golden Freddy is so nice!" Sean says, "he wants to be our real friend!"
I nod. Though I've always thought of the other Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy as friends, none of them came off the stage very often.
After a small while of walking, Golden Freddy tells us to go into a small, dark room.
"The surprise is in there-" he points out, his voice isn't like Freddy's at all, but I guess he isn't the same Freddy, he is Golden, not brown.
We all walk into the room, looking around. It's too dark to see much.
"What's t'e surprise?" Sean whispers, "I can't see anyt'ing"
I hear a click of a lock and turn around quickly as a light flickers on.
"Hello kiddies," Golden Freddy laughs, reaching up and holding his head, "didn't your parents ever teach you not to talk to strangers?"
We all scream as Golden Freddy takes his head off, throwing it onto the floor. Underneath is a guy, wearing a purple security hat.
"You're not Freddy!" I shout, "you're faking!"
The purple guy laughs as he strips off the rest of the Golden Freddy costume, revealing a completely purple security uniform, we all scream again as he then pulls a knife from his belt, and holds it up for us to see.
"Surprise." He smiles at us before he turns off the lights again. I grab Sean's arm and pull him towards the back of the room.
There has to he another door! We have to get out!
"Mark!" Sean screams, he's crying, and so am I. "Mark I want your Ma to come get us now please!"
I hear the little girl that was with us scream, but she soon stops, and I hear something fall onto the ground.
"It's okay! She will!" I shout back at Sean, not able to find a back door in the complete darkness.
This time I hear what must be one of the other boys scream for a short while before moaning slightly and falling silent.
"Mark I'm scared!" Sean cries, holding my hand tighter. There are no ways out, we are stuck.
Another scream fills the room for a split second, along with a laugh and the lights turn back on.
Me and Sean turn around, backs against the wall, hand in hand, and look around in terror at the scene before us.
The two boys, and one girl are laying down on the floor, not moving, a pool of red water surrounding them.
"Why aren't they moving!" I scream at the man, "why did you hurt them!"
The man doesn't answer, only steps closer to us, holding his knife out with a large grin on his face, his white teeth practically glowing.
"He's going to hurt us too," Sean whimpers quietly, crouching to the ground and covering his face.
"That's right kids-" the purple guy smiles at us.
I shake my head. "He won't hurt you," I whisper, standing up and stepping holding my arms out protectively.
"Go away! You're a meanie go away!" I shout, still crying. I look at the knife that is dripping with the red water.
The purple guy steps closer once more, making me jump slightly, but I stay put, arms out in front of Sean.
The purple guy smiles.
"You're brave," he says before I feel something sharp in my stomach.
The world begins to spin, everything fading quickly. I think Sean is screaming.
I fall to the floor and the pain goes away, along with everything.






SaVe tHeM

Give  gifts

Its  him

GivE life


Give life

Save them



You can't-


Freddy's POV

I open my eyes.
But they aren't my eyes.
I gaze around slowly, hearing a light buzzing sound as I move my head from left to right.
My vision is not clear, blurred, glitchy, fuzzy.
I'm taller. Everything looks smaller that it used to be.


Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzd
I look to my left, before me a dirty, yellow chicken, who has somehow rid of her eyes, replacing them with small white dots, her head is twitching, I hear her screaming, and I want to tell her to not be afraid.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzd
I look to my right, a purple rabbit, also rid of his eyes. He is crying.
It's okay, I want to say, puppet knows what he is doing, he put us here for a reason.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzd
I look behind me, a brownish, red foxy, a hook for a hand, an eyepatch over one eye.
He's afraid. He doesn't have to be.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzd
I look at me feet, a small child, clutching a toy to his chest, his chest rising and falling quickly, blood draining from a stab wound.


Give  gifts

Its  him

GivE life


Give life

Save them


I pick up the child, holding him in my arms, and take him to his gift.

He must have forgotten to give this child his gift, his life.
I'll have to do it for him.

I recognise the child.

Sean.


Give  gifts
Its  him
GivE life
Give life
Save them




Sean's POV

The man had left the room after thinking I was dead.
After killing Mark.
My best friend.
He is gone.
He was so brave, so brave for me.
I reach out and grab his cold, limp hand and hold it in my own as the world begins to fade.
He was so brave...
So brave...
for me...


Clunk...  Clunk... Clunk...

The sound of metal against the floor awakens me.
I open my eyes slowly, gazing up at who holds me in their arms.
I see a bear.
Freddy.
I try to speak, I can't.
I don't feel well.

Freddy's eyes suddenly move to look down at me, and I feel a hint of recognition, though I don't know why.

I hear a series of buzzes, like a broken T.V, before Freddy speaks, but it's not Freddy's voice.
"G-g-go t-to s-sleep,"
It's Mark. My best friend.
"M-" I try to say his name, but I can't speak. "M-ma... M-mar-"
Freddy looks up again, nodding his head slightly as he takes me into another dark room with a large gift box in the corner.
"I-it's me-" I hear him say, before I slowly fade into nothingness.








Is it revenge I am seeking?
Or someone to avenge me?
Stuck in my own paradox,
I wanna set myself free.

[Power On]

Septiplier short number five: Bullet proof

Shoot me down, but I won't fall,
I am titanium!

{in memory of all lives lost at the Orlando shooting and the beautiful voice of Christina Grimmie}
{may you be remembered, Rest In Peace}



Sean's POV
Vidcon 2016

Mark, Felix, Ken and I all sit at a small, rounded table with a large bowl of hot chips sitting on top, still steaming and too hot to eat right away.
"So are we still heading to my place after this?" Mark smiles, taking a chip and eating it anyway, he must have burnt his tongue at least.
"Yeah, have nothing better to do," Felix shrugs, stretching his arms put above his head. Ken nods.
"Jack?" Mark looks over at me and I feel my chest tighten,
"Uh.. Yeah! Yep... I'll be t'ere-" I reply, gazing to my left.
"Good!" Mark says, "we will all be there then,"
We all smile at one another before taking a chip each in sync and taking a bite, then all spitting them all back in our hands apart from Mark.
"Still hot." Mark smiles, and we all roll our eyes at him.
"How is it not hot for you?" I blurt out.
"Because I'm not a baby-" he says.
Felix and Ken suddenly stand up,
"We are going to the bathroom," Ken exclaims, "be right back," Ken and Felix then march off into the crowds of people. As soon as they're out of sight, Mark stands up,
"Let's ditch 'em" he says and grabs my wrist, pulling me from my chair and dragging me away,
"What about t'e chips?" I ask, not bothering to resist.
"Chips aren't important-"
I let Mark drag me through the crowds of people. Children, women, men, all scurrying around.
We finally come to a stop beside a fire exit, and I turn to Mark,
"What's t'is about t'en?" I say, raising an eyebrow. Mark smiles and digs something out of his pocket,
"I got you a prezzy-" he says, taking out a small bag and opening it,
"You had to drag me all t'e way out here?"
Mark nods and pulls out a long, silver chain, at the end is a small heart with a Septiceye Sam in the middle.
I stare at it as it dangles back and forth in the air.
"They were being custom made for a limited time, I didn't want you to miss out on something so beautiful," Mark says, grasping my hand and placing the necklace in my palm.
"I know it's a bit girly, but... Ya know-" she shrugs and places the empty bag back into his pocket.
"Oh it's a locket too!" He smiles, "you can put a photo in it,"
I open the locket to see that it's empty, and close it again.
"It's... It's real neat! T'anks-"
Mark's face lights up,
"You're very welcome!" He says,
Suddenly I hear gunshots and I turn quickly, people start to scream and run around frantically, as more gunshots are heard,
"What t'e-?!" I start but Mark grabs my wrist again and starts to drag me towards the fire exit,
"We have to get out!" He shouts, attempting to open the heavy door, pulling at all the locks. But it's not moving.
Suddenly there are more gunshots, closer, and I see people start to fall to the ground around us, screaming ringing in my ears.
"What about t'e ot'ers?!" I shout, panicking.
"Sean w-" a mans shouting cuts Mark off, I gaze over at a man who is standing on a table top, holding a large, rapid fire gun. He laughs, aiming his gun into the crowd and opening fire, I scream as I see the man gun people down without a second thought. "No!" I shout, the man swings the gun around to aim at me, laughing some more. I freeze with fear, everything around me slowing down.
I'm going to die. I'm going to die.
I hear someone shout my name as the man pulls the trigger, I am shoved to the ground.
My eyes are squeezed shut, and I expect to feel pain, to see my blood splattered across the walls and floors, but I don't.
I open my eyes and see that someone is huddled over me, shielding me from harm.
I push him off of me quickly, and see that it's Mark. Who else would it be?
"M-Mark?" Mark looks at me for a second, smiles, the collapses, falling forwards to the floor, and I see several bullet wounds in his back, oozing blood.
"M-Mark, Mark!" I shout, looping my arms under his shoulder and sitting him up against the wall.
His shirt begins to soak up his blood, that drips down the wall and into the floor.
"S-saved y-ya-" he smiles sadly, closing his eyes slowly, I see his eyes start to roll up to the back of his head
"Mark! Wait!" I shout, "wait for help! Please! Stay awake!"
Mark laughs weakly, "I guess... This is... This is the t-time... To tell you-"
I shake my head, "no don't speak! Save her strength please-
Mark continues to speak anyway,
"I... Love you... I always have..." His eye close completely, and I begin to cry.
"Mark p-please,"
Mark's chest rise and falls quickly, before suddenly stopping, all the colour drained from his face, his smile still on his face.
He's gone.
I start to sob into his chest,
"I love you too-" I say, and it tears me apart because I know he can't hear me.
I lean in and kiss him, quickly. I had to, at least once.
"G-goodbye..." I whisper, and suddenly I hear more shouts,
I turn around to see Ken and Felix running towards me.

It turns out, someone had managed to take the gun off of the man and kill him before he caused any more harm.
But not before many people were killed.
Many people I cared about.
And someone I loved.

Three years later, i stand at Mark's grave, holding the locket he gifted me in my hand,
I open it, and look at the photo inside.
A photo of my best friend,
A photo of my hero,
A photo of Mark.

((This is bad but eh, felt like it))