SeptiplierShipperTot

Chapter One He never dreamed it would be like this. Falling for someone was something Jack had always thought would feel obvious, like a fire burning through his heart with every glimpse. Perhaps a choir of angels would come down and sing him a song, or something. Definitely not a stabbing pain of oh shit, that would knock the wind right out of him as Mark rambled nervously about something or other. “Jack? You’re spacing out on me, man,” Mark laughed, slugging him in the shoulder. “Hm? Oh, sorry, Mark,” Jack rubbed his arm where he’d been hit, motioning for Mark to continue. “Well, as I was saying, m

Prologue It was too loud. Trains rushed past, one after the other, each louder than the next. Each bursting wind was going straight to his increasing headache. It sounded too much like home. People were bustling around every corner, the morning rush hour causing everyone to push past each other aimlessly. His father was escorting him through the waves of bodies. Jack clung to his father’s shirt, desperately trying not to get whisked away. Another train passed, and he closed his eyes. All Jack knew was that he had to get to platform 9 ¾ and keep hold of his almost golden ticket, his only way out of the constant rumbling househo

Fandom: YouTube/Jacksepticeye Word Count: 2311 Estimated reading time: 10 minutes Warnings/disclaim: There may be swearing. I do not own Jack, he is his own person :P Author’s Note: This is kind of a sequel to a one-shot I did a bit ago, but this can stand on its own for a story. If you’d like to read the one I am referencing into, I will link it in the description. ___ groaned softly, rubbing her temples, leaning on her desk. The workday was almost over but there were a few crying kids left. They are so sick, the poor things. There was a sickness going around that was infecting a lot of little ones, she was looking forward to g

"..but yeah Bendy and the Ink Machine is pretty spooky." "It is! What do ye like about it, [y/n]?" It was just a normal day on the weekend, where you and Sean would chat about random things on Skype. Sometimes it was simple questions like "How was your day?", and other times it was questions that caused both of you to have an existential crisis. Either way, though, it was all in good fun. You smiled. "Oh, I just like the old Disney animation vibe it gives off. It makes it even creepier considering tha-" But you paused when you noticed that Sean wasn't looking at you, but was staring off into space with a blank expression. "Um..Sean?" "W

You hummed a small tune as you were on your PC, browsing through Tumblr and answering several Asks. But while you were caught up in that, you failed to acknowledge the figure who was silently creeping up behind you. He quietly snickered as a kitchen knife appeared in his hand. Once he was right behind your computer chair, where you sat, Anti let out a loud growl, hoping that would make you jump or scream or give him some sort of reaction. "Anti..when's the last time you flossed? Your breath kinda reeks from here." The glitchy demon frowned. He wasn't expecting that kind of reaction. "Hmph..rude.." He muttered, before he smirked as he got

...Prince. "I choose Roman." Upon hearing his name, the prince looked up, his eyes lighting up with joy. "Yes!" He shouted, fist-pumping the air, though a moment later he cleared his throat to recompose himself. "I mean..I am honored to have been selected by you, my dear~" Turning to you, a gentle smile graced his features. You blushed a bit in response. 'Welp, there's definitely no going back on that decision.' "Great..you just had to go for the cheesy guy, didn't you?" Roman quickly snapped his head over to Virgil. "Shut it, peasant!" He snapped. "I will no longer stand for your-!!" But he stopped mid-sentence when he felt your hand t