Seth's POV

"Hey there, zombie-shit!" I sigh and turn around.

"The fuck do ya want, Ken?" The broad-shouldered asshole laughs down at me.

"Fag, you know what I want." I glare up at him.

"Well, asshat, thanks for calling me a pile of sticks. Maybe I'll shove one up your arse if you keep trying to insult me. And know, I don't know what you want, shithead. Well, except to die." If looks could kill, I'd be dead more than a dozen times over. Except for the fact that I'm kind of immortal. In a way. It's complicated, ok? That's one of the reasons why deities can't be with mortals...

"You sick fuck!! Shut up, smartass!" Before I know it, I'm on the ground, a foot on my chest cutting off my air. If I had any. I have to fake the pain, considering how much I've actually been hurt.

"Well fuck you too, you bitch-face! You think you can just shit on kids you think are below you, when they're really so much better than you, you fuckup!!" Ken smirks at me, murder in his eyes.

"Yeah, I think I can. And I will." Then actual pain flows through my head and black fills my vision.

Sam's POV

A bell rings and I slip, causing my pencil to scratch a line of graphite in the middle of my sketch.

"Shit..;" I mutter, trying to erase it. Then I realize that that was the doorbell. I let my pencil clatter to the floor and make a mad dash out of the room, heading in a beeline towards the front door. I flip the lock and snatch the handle, tugging it open to reveal a short green and brown haired guy and a taller woman with silver hair. Both are extremely pale, and both look at me even before I completely open the door. The shorter guy cracks a grin and almost yells at me.

"SAM!!! TOP O' THE MORNIN TO YA!!!" It takes me a second, then I open a shocked smile.

"J-Jack? What are you doing here? And who're you?" The woman smiles softly at me. She's got a sort of mother-like radiation.

"I'm Charmaine, but you can call me Chara. I'm the Angel of Harmony, and one of Seth's friends. As for why we're here, we heard you were in the area and decided to stop by. Well, at least I did. Sean just sort of followed me." Jack shrugs.

"I was already staying at her place. Might as well tail her too." I laugh.

"Cool! But Chara, why'd you call Jack 'Sean'?" Charmaine smiles at him.

"Jack is a common Irish nickname for Sean. I just call him that because I can." Jack huffs.

"And to fokin annoy me." Chara laughs.

"That too. And no swearing in a guest's house." I chuckle.

"Well then... Why don't you come inside?" As the duo of deities steps into the threshold, Jared and Mark attack. As I instantly try to herd them away, Jack stops me.

"I LOVE ME SOME PUPPERS!!" I laugh at the Irishman's enthusiasm.

"This is Jared, and this is Mark! Hank's back there, but he's pretty antisocial." As Chara explores a bit more of the house, Jack immediately starts hugging and petting the dogs.

"They're just so frickin cute! I can't help it!" I laugh, staying with the solitary Hank and letting Mark and Jared almost overwhelm Jack. Jack does love Jared, but he takes a bit more of a liking to the Spaniel.

"I'ma call you Markimoo." The little pup barks. I swear his bark is deeper than Jack's voice.

"Actually, his full name is Mark E. Plier." The short, green guy looks at me in confusion.

"Markiplier?" I chuckle.

"No. Mark E. Plier. Eee-plee-air." Jack shrugs.

"Markiplier. Markimoo. Whatever." Jack kisses the little puppy on the nose and hugs the Insanely Cool Jared Dogman. Septiplier away, goddammit

(This was all meant for fun. Neither of us are intense septiplier shippers, and this is meant to be platonic in a way. This is also not meant in a furry kind of way. Neither of us has anything against furries, heck, some of our friends are furries. But this was meant to be just a little tidbit and a love in a way like an owner loves their dog. Please don't take this the wrong way, I just really wanted to add in some sort of meeting for my two bois and it's all just meant in a joking matter.).

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