A/N: Swears and Dark!Septiplier. This meaning, no it's not Dark and Anti, but rather just dark versions of Jack and Mark themselves... Does that make sense? Whatever. However you wanna portray it, I'm calling them Mark and Jack.

This one-shot is inspired by @maydayhaybay, and a one-shot she had based off of "Wolf in Sheep's Clothing". I apologize if this is ridiculously similar, and it's not me copying it's me being a lazy piece of crap and showing praise towards that story. I hope you guys enjoy! 

(Jack's P.O.V.)

I sigh, finishing with the washing at last. I pile the last newly cleaned knife on top of the other six I just washed. Then I wash my hands free of the blood, I wash the sink, and I walk out of the bathroom attached to my bedroom. I had just come back about an hour ago from one of the most satisfying killing sprees I think I've ever been on.

I used all seven of my favorite knives to torture before I killed. It felt so good, stabbing the poor victims foot or hand, lower back or shoulder, just to get a good scream out of them before shutting them up forever. Of course I did it the way I always do, with a family. I may be a cold heartless maniac, but I can't bear to split up families after my own was split up.

So I do the same thing every time. I find a lost or hungry family, I offer help, I tell them to follow me, I lead them to the warehouse I've donned my own, and the fun starts. As much as it is nice hearing all those screams, I have to admit I like it when the women scream the most. I think it's because I hear so many men scream I've grown numb to the sensation.

And the kids... The poor, poor kids. Heh. The whimpers, the begs, the yells, the cries, the screams. For the first half hour it's pleasant. Then it's just annoying, and I want nothing to do but finish them off. They don't want to grow up in this cruel world anyways. Truly, I'm doing all of my victims a favor. 

I think the only thing that shocks me is how I've gotten away with all of it. Not once have I been caught, or even close too. I guess I'm just that good. Good enough to get away with the most terrible of things. Later though, when all the killing is done, if someone were to walk in the house they'd probably think I was just your average, clumsy human being.

Clumsy due to the cuts I normally have on my side, or arm, or back, or wherever. Average because I can be normal. I just choose not too, unless someone for some reason comes to the door. I don't know why. I mean, I live in the middle of nowhere. For a reason of course. Anyone who's escaped me knows the reason, and knows that if they speak one word they'll be dead before the second can come out of their mouth.

I walk around my room, my knives hanging from my belt except for one that I hold in my hand. I have no clue what to do. It's just after sundown, and while looking out the window I do the one other thing I enjoy doing to pass time. Sing. 

"Everybody in the world are you with me? It's to late to try to run, we run this city." I hear footsteps and I turn, throwing the knife at the door frame. It sinks into the wall right beside Mark's head and he smiles, continuing the song while getting his own knife out.

"It's my time, it's show time. Held me down now it's don't give a fuck time. It's go time, it's show time. Sing it with me everybody lets go." He runs at me, knife in hand. I raise my hand to block his attack, grabbing the blade carefully and twisting the knife around. I feel a sharp pain in my hand and I know I've been cut, but I've also disarmed Mark. 

He quickly grabs another weapon, this one a whip that he immediately throws down at my foot. It wraps around my ankle, and he yanks, pulling me to the ground. I hit my head, chuckling and groaning at the same time. I grab another knife, cutting the whip free from my ankle, and grabbing it, pulling him to the ground as well.

"Cause it's one!" Mark sings.

"It's one, one for the money."

"Two!"

"It's two cause two is for the show."

"Three!" 

"It's three, three get ready. Are you ready motherfuckers? Are you ready? Let's go."

I jump up from the ground, pushing him down as he tries to get back up. I put the knife in between my teeth, holding it there as I go down, pinning Mark to the ground. He chuckles, jerking side to side, trying to get free from my grip. I smile, bringing my knee down on his shin. He bites his lip and takes that moment to bring his leg up and push on the ground, giving himself enough leverage to knock me off of him.

He stands up, I stand as well. I take the knife from my teeth and I grab another, throwing both at him. One pins the cloth from his shirt to the wall, the other pins his jeans to the wall. He grabs both the knives, using them as weapons now. And he comes at me. I just grab another knife, prepared for whatever he throws at me.

"Cause it's one!" I yell at the top of my lungs.

"It's one, one for the money." Mark's voice is beautiful as he tries to stab me, over and over again.

"Two!"

"It's two cause two is for the show."

"Three!"

"It's three, three get ready. Are you ready motherfuckers? Are you ready? Let's go." 

"Are you re-e-e-e-e-e-e-e, are you ready? Are you re-e-e-e-e, are you ready? Let's go!" I sing, going at him with my knife. My fourth knife. I have three more after this. I manage to go at him with enough speed that I cut his chest. Not much, just a shallow cut, but one to make me smile. He smiles as well, bringing his knife around and cutting the top of my arm.

I hiss, a mix of happiness and pain. I'm sensitive on the top of my arms, and Mark very well knows this. He sings the next verse, his voice like a demon, but a very talented and sexy demon, as he tries to cut me, hurt me, make me bleed. And I do the same.

"Let me see you start a war, start a riot. When there's nothing left to burn hear the silence." As he sings this he drags his knife across the very top skin of my throat, leaving a very, very shallow cut that only barely bleeds. I smile, loving the next few lyrics that I sing.

"Hate me, you can't escape me, and you ain't never gonna change me. I can't stand it, I've fucking had it. Rah! I'm about to blow!" I charge at him, cutting his shoulder deeply. He licks his lips and knocks the knife out of my hand, making me go for the fifth knife as he screams...

"Cause it's one!"

"It's one, one for the money."

"Two!"

"It's two cause two is for the show."

"Three!"

"It's three, three get ready. Are you ready motherfuckers? Are you ready? Let's go." He grabs my wrist, twisting it and making me drop the knife, only to hiss is pain as it falls and cuts his foot. I smirk, grabbing a new knife with my other hand and cutting the back of his hand which is holding my wrist. He drops my wrist and lunges at me as I sing.

"Cause it's one!"

"It's one, one for the money." He tries to cut me as he sings, I dodge.

"Two!"

"It's two cause two is for the show."

"Three!"

"It's three, three get ready. Are you ready motherfuckers? Are you ready? Let's go."

He knocks the knife out of my hands with his knife, immediately discarding it and grabbing a hold of my wrists, squeezing them tight and singing the next part. 

"Are you re-e-e-e-e-e-e-e, are you ready? Are you re-e-e-e-e, are you ready? Let's go!" I scowl, singing as well so we're a mix of two voices.

"Are you re-e-e-e-e-e-e-e, are you ready? Are you re-e-e-e-e, are you ready? Let's go!" 

He smiles at me, I smile at him. We both know I have a knife in my belt, one he can't get and I can't get, unless he lets go of my wrists or I do something to get out of his grasp. We wait, challenging each other. Waiting for the other to make a move. But it doesn't happen, so we sing. I go first.

"Cause it's one! It's one, one for the money."

"Two! It's two cause two is for the show."

"Three! It's three, three get ready. Are you ready motherfuckers?"

Both of us scream at the top of our lungs "Are you ready? Let's go!" And that's when I make my move.

I twist, bending his arm. I move my leg, kicking his knee and making him lose his balance. I knock him to the ground, loosening his grip on my wrists just enough that I get one wrist free and I grab my last knife. Mark sings, smiling.

"Cause it's one! It's one, one for the money." I go to hit him, he dodges.

"Two! It's two, two is for the show!" Motherfucker dodges again.

"Three! It's three, three get ready. Are you ready motherfuckers? Are you ready? Let's go! Are you re-e-e-e-e-e-e-e, are you ready? Are you re-e-e-e-e, are you ready? Let's go!" Dodges...

"Are you re-e-e-e-e-e-e-e, are you ready? Are you re-e-e-e-e, are you ready? Let's go!" He dodges again! Damn it! "Are you ready? Let's go!" Fuck this shit! Why does he keep dodging?!

"Are you ready? Let's go!!" Mark yells, and he stands up, knocking me back and grabbing my knife as I drop it just as our little song ends. He smirks, wrapping his arm around my waist to keep me from falling. I stare with wide eyes, shocked with how that turned out. He just smirks. "You've gotten better since the last time I was here."

I smirk back. "With what?" I ask. He nods from side to side, sighing slowly.

"Singing, fighting, you're faster too." He says. I bite my lip, narrowing my eyes.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Nearly had me beat that time." He looks around the room, which is still as clean as ever save for the few blood stains on the walls. There are a few new ones too. "I see you've been busy."

My smirk returns and I put my arms around his neck. "You have no idea. I assume the same with you?" I ask and he chuckles.

"Why else would I be away for two months?" He asks and I lean in, placing my lips on his. It's a sloppy kiss, but a kiss nonetheless and it makes me happy. He pulls away, smirking once more. "You know, there's one thing I'm not to sure about. I mean, when it comes to how much you've improved." 

I frown slightly, an eyebrow raised in question. "Oh? That is?" I ask. His smirk widens and he pulls me in closer, dragging the knife across my side slowly. I close my eyes, moaning softly. 

"How good you are in bed." He says softly, sending chills down my spine. I smile. I knew it, and I couldn't be happier with his proposal. 

"Only one way to find out." I say, and with that I push him onto my bed.

A/N: So, this may come as a shock to some of you. An update that isn't depressing. Well, the reason is because I actually wrote most of this before the huge fight. I just finished it tonight, cause I wanted to get it done and over with. I'm happy with it. Yeah... Hope you guys enjoyed. <3