Reina: Okay, so I edited the story a little bit to clear things up.

THIS IS NOT A SEPTIPLIER FIC. THERE AREN'T ANY SHIPS. I only used the name Septiplier because I needed a studio name for Jack and Mark, and that was the only thing that came to mind.

Enjoy.

Chapter 1: Spilt Ink

"Mark, where did you put my sketchbook?"

Mark looked up from his coffee and newspaper to give his best friend an innocent look. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Jack crossed his arms and glared at him harder. "Mark, I'm serious. I need it because I need to see how Sam and Warfstache are dressed to sketch the next episode."

"Perhaps it's in your room?" Mark offered simply. "You always lose you phone there."

"I already checked my room, you a**. And my phone always falls off the nightstand."

"Perhaps you left the sketchbook in our studio/game room? I've left mine their before."

"Gee, I didn't think to look there," Jack responded sarcastically.

"Then go check," Mark replied calmly.

"I already did!" Jack yelled exasperatedly. "Where did you put my sketchbook? I know you have it."

Mark moved the newspaper and handed Jack the missing sketchbook with a huge s***-eating grin. Jack's eyebrow twitched violently as he leaned across the table and snatched the sketchbook from his roommate. Jack flipped the notebook quickly, and upon reaching the last page, he noticed that Mark had added some touches to the latest sketch. Warfstache was now colored neon blue, and Sam was white and covered in orange polka dots. To make matters worse, Mark used permanent marker, so Jack couldn't erase Mark's "edits". Now Jack would have to spend several hours redoing the scenes, given that he had drawn a fight scene for them. He leveled his coworker a glare, causing Mark to burst laughing.

"I really f****** hate you right now Fischbach."

"You love me, McLoughlin," Mark smirked.

"I f****** don't."

"Keep telling yourself that," Mark laughed as he took another sip of his coffee.

As Jack growled, the two men heard a knock on their door. Mark made a move to get up and answer it, but Jack slammed his chair back and dashed to the door. A few seconds, Jack came back with the mail.

"Why did you answer it?" Mark asked. "I could have gotten it, considering I'm closer to the door."

"You would have hidden the f****** letters from me," Jack snapped. "I don't trust ya."

Mark held his hands up guiltily. "Guilty as charged." He got up to put his cup away.

Jack rolled his eyes and began to sort through their mail. Most of it was junk mail, so he tossed it to the side, not caring about their contents. He reached the finally letter and frowned.

Mark came back and noticed that Jack was deep in thought. He waved his hand in front of Jack's face and said, "Jack?"

"This is from Felix," Jack whispered.

"Felix? I thought we lost contact with him two years ago when we left MoonDusk Studios to create Septiplier Animations."

"Evidently not," Jack replied as he began to open the letter. He pulled it out and began to read it aloud:

Dear Mark and Jack,

Hey there guys! It's been a while since we last talked. I've been busy the last two years with several projects and I lost track of time. Can you guys swing by the animation studio so that we can catch up?

Your Pal,

Felix

Jack looked up at Mark. "Doesn't Felix have our emails? He could have emailed us."

"Remember, we started using a new one after we left MoonDusk Studios."

"Oh right," Jack replied. "The same goes for our phones. But how did he get our address? We moved here last year!"

"Perhaps Ian or Anthony told him," Mark replied. "I mean they mentioned that they have seen Felix when we threw that party...."

"That is true," Jack admitted. "That would make sense."

"Shall we go out to see him?" Mark asked. "Our next season doesn't start for six months...."

"I don't know, man..." Jack replied. "Something's wrong."

"Agreed. Let's at least swing by the old studio to see if Felix will join us."

Jack thought about for a moment. Felix was a good friend of theirs, and the reason why they lost contact was because their old boss, Runi di Quinn, was absolutely apes***.

But if Runi left or died....

"Sounds fair enough to me," Jack replied.

Mark grabbed the keys. "Alright then. Let's go."

Reina: Okay, so I expanded it a bit. I wanted to correct some grammar and demonstrate why Jack was mad at Mark.

I honestly don't know what Ian and Anthony do in this fic. Maybe they actors in a theatre guild. (Lol)

It was supposed to be CinnamonToastKen instead of Ian and Anthony. Don't know why it switched....

Anyway, I'm going to write two different versions of chapter two. One version is going to have Bendy and Boris as the antagonists with a similar plot to Bendy and the Ink Machine, and the other will have Isa and Elluki as the creations of MoonDusk Studios, with Isa being Bendy and Elluki is Boris, albeit the story will be drastically different. Which one do you guys want to see first?