Mark's POV

"Dude, it's me? And what do you mean 'who's Nate'?" Jason asked.

"I mean WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT AND WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER MY OWN NAME?!" Nate screamed as he started hyperventilating. He held his head in his hands and backed away from Jason and Reagan.

Jason looked back towards us, then he ran over to Dan. He grabbed Dan's arm and dragged him to Nate. "Nate, it's your favorite YouTuber!"

Nate stopped backing up and stared at Dan. "How is something supposed to be my 'favorite' if I don't know what it is?"

"Dude, it's Dan," Reagan told Nate.

"Dan who? And what's YouTube?"

"DANISNOTONFIRE! How do you not remember him! How do you not remember us! Me!" Jason screamed. He would start crying any second if someone didn't step in.

"Sorr–"

"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU FORGET HELLO INTERNET!"

"Buddy, I don't even know who you are. Would ya mind backing off?"

Dan stepped in between them. "Guys, there has to be a perfectly logical explanation..." his voice trailed off, and the last thing I heard him whisper was, "Phil."

He looked me dead in the eyes. "Mark, the voice had to have taken Nate's memories. What do you think happened to Percy, Jack, and Phil?"

Shit.

My eyes widened instantly. Not only did we not know what was happening to the others, but another realization hit me. "Nate, can you come here?"

He looked around cautiously. "Why?"

"I just want to check something." He slowly walked towards me, carefully examining all of our faces.

I bent down a bit to get to his height. "Can I lift up your shirt?"

"Uh, that's a weird question. Why?"

"I want to prove that you know us. You were being tortured while you were with a person we've been calling 'the voice'. You should at least have bruises on your body. I want to show them to you. If I had to guess, I'd say there's some on your chest and back."

I noticed Reagan's eyes go wide. Jason looked perfectly normal other than being shaken up.

"I'm pretty sure I would remember being tortured." Reagan had tears in her eyes and was clenching her fists at her sides. She really did look like she was freaking out.

I kept my eyes on Reagan. "If your memory was taken away you wouldn't." Now, Reagan looked on the verge of tears. What the heck does she know about Nate that no one else does?

"Sure, I guess," Nate replied.

I smiled warmly at him. "Thanks, kiddo."

I slowly lifted his shirt off his body. Reagan was silently crying, now, and Jason looked just as surprised as me to see her crying. Once I got the shirt off of him, I saw Reagan cringe. Dan covered his mouth but quickly attempted to cover Jason and Reagan's eyes. Jason was too in shock to push him away, but Reagan was quick to move Dan's hand.

Just as I had suspected, there were bruises lining Nate's chest and back. There was also, what seemed to be, scars across his back and arms. Nate looked at his chest with wide eyes. "What the–ow!" he yelled after touching a bruise.

"Told ya we weren't lying," Felix mumbled beside me. Nate was frozen, staring at his bruised and scarred body.

Seeing Nate like this only made me want to save everyone else sooner.

"Nate, we need to jog your memory. It's our best bet to finding out where everyone else is. Reagan and Jason, I'm gonna need you two to tell Nate some stories or show him pictures of all you guys," I explained.

Jason and Reagan both looked at each other. Reagan looked back at me, smirking, and declared, "It would be my pleasure."

Reagan started pushing Jason from behind toward Nate. "Umm, Reagan what are you do–NO!" Jason screeched after Reagan tried to push him on Nate.

"What? You never kno–" Reagan started.

"It wouldn't have worked!" Jason yelled at her.

"Uh, what wouldn't have worked?" Felix asked.

Both of their heads shot towards us like they completely forgot we were here. Reagan's eyes were wide, and she looked like she was trying not to smirk. Jason, on the other hand, was blushing like crazy as he replied, "N-Nothing!"

Nate was staring at Jason, confused. However, I've had my fair share of crushes. Jason likes Nate!

And why is Reagan the only person who knows about this stuff? She obviously knows something about Nate that Jason doesn't know, and now this? Maybe she's just good at keeping secrets.

"It's not nothing! It's l–"

"REAGAN I SWEAR TO–"

"OH SHUT UP YOU KNOW I'M–"

"What are you two fighting over?" Dan cut in.

"The truth versus lies!" Reagan yelled, pointing a finger at Jason.

"You know what," Jason started, "I can play your game. REAGAN AND P–"

Reagan tackled Jason to the ground. They wrestled on the ground, screaming at each other to keep their mouth shut. I looked up from them to see Nate staring at them curiously. He looked like he was getting ready to jump on the rest of them until Dan started talking to him about the fostering thing.

Hearing Dan talk about it interested me. I mean, what if we never got out? Fostering these kids would've just been a lousy fantasy. Not to mention, if we didn't get out, we'd die here.

Those kids would die here.

I wouldn't let that happen.

Reagan had Jason pinned to the ground, but before they had a chance to continue fighting, I pulled Reagan off of him. "You two need to stop fighting! We just found Nate, and instead of trying to jog his memory, you're rolling around on the floor!"

Reagan looked at Nate as she mumbled, "I was trying. It would've worked."

"No, it wouldn't!" Jason yelled. I looked behind Reagan at him to find that he had tears rolling down his face. "It wouldn't have worked," he whispered.

I pulled Reagan with me as I walked over to him. I brought them both into a hug. Not because Reagan needed it, and honestly, Jason probably felt awkward in the hug. But I was doing it because I needed it. I couldn't imagine what was happening to Jack, but in that moment, I didn't want to. I just wanted to hug them. They reminded me of Jack so much.

"Mark, are you okay?" Reagan asked as she pulled herself out of the group hug. Jason wasn't letting me go anytime soon. He had his head buried in my flannel, and I could already feel his tears seeping through to my chest.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Reagan," I answered.

She glared at me. "You do realize that tears aren't invisible, right?" I hadn't even noticed the tears streaming down my cheeks. "What are you thinking about?" she asked kindly.

I thought for a second. She'd probably figure out that I had a crush on Jack eventually, so I might as well tell her about it now. Maybe that's how she knew about Jason and Nate. Maybe she caught on to their weird behavior just as I had. If that's the case, she would definitely find out about my crush on Jack.

"I was just thinking about Jack," I whispered so that only her and Jason could hear.

Reagan's eyes widened instantly and she looked like she was about to start fangirling any second. She took a deep breath. "Thinking about Jack, ay? Care to go into more detail or can I just assume you're thinking about him being in your pa–"

I covered Reagan's mouth with one hand, as I whispered, "If you so much as tell a bird about my crush on Jack, I will go on a killing spree, and you will be my first victim."

She started screaming into my hand, stopped screaming and moved my hand, then embraced me in a hug. She put her head next to my ear and started singing, "Septiplier away~"

I chuckled a bit, "Yeah yeah." She started laughing a little as well.

Jason looked like he was trying very hard to not start screaming his head off. He looked around and stopped on Nate. He looked back to Reagan and me, "I'll do it. I'll try to jog Nate's memory, but for the soul purpose of a Septiplier kiss."

Before I could say, 'I plan to do that anyway', Reagan asked, "YOU'RE GONNA DO IT?!"

"Might as well, but I'm gonna need some promises with the whole 'Septiplier kiss' thing," he directed at me.

I smirked at him, "It'd be my pleasure."

A/N

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Mark wants to smoochy smoochy with Jacky Jacky

Lmao what am I even doing on this website

*snaps fingers* school's a bitch, amirite?

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