Just My Luck - Chapter 6
Breakfast With a Werewolf
Main Characters: Werewolf!Jacksepticeye, Hunter!Markiplier, Chica
Summary: Sean went to LA to visit friends and ended up staying at Mark’s house for the duration of the trip. He discovers something about Mark that he wished he had known before; and now he’s in a heap of trouble.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Strong Language, blood, character in pain
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Mark fell asleep in his desk chair and was awoken by Seàn’s screams and howls as he transformed back at 5 am.
Mark grabbed a blanket, when down to the basement and tossed the blanket into the room without looking.
Then he went to the kitchen and started frying some bacon.
Seàn passed through the kitchen, wrapped in the blanket and went upstairs, he came back down with clothes on. He. Was. Starving.
He didn’t so much as look at the bacon that was in the frying pan, he went straight for the rest of the package that sat next to Mark on the counter, uncooked and raw. Seàn grabbed a big handful and began eating.
He stopped mid-bite when he noticed Mark was staring at him.
“What’d you expect?” he asked.
Mark shook his head. “I don’t really know.”
“I didn’t have anything to eat last night and let me tell you, that beast’s a hungry fucker.”
“Damn…”
“I need a lot of calories to keep up with the energy needed for transformations and shit. You know, I ate a steak the night I got here, a whole deer that night in the reserve, and I was still starved for breakfast the next morning.” Seàn explained. “And I haven’t even been eating near as much as I should during the day…”
“Damn… Well, most of the meat in the freezer’s gonna start to get old soon so… I suppose you can have at it.” Mark offered.
“Oh, thank goodness.” Seàn sighed. He went over to the freezer and took out basically half a steer’s worth of meat and set it out on the counter to thaw.
“How much meat do you have at home?” Mark asked.
“A. Fuckin’. Lot.” Seàn answered. “I have a room, and not a small one, that is a dedicated freezer.”
“Holy shit… you look like a person who would be full after half a pork-chop.” Mark marvelled.
“I know, and I was that kind of person before… before.”
Mark finished his own breakfast while Seàn wolfed down a few steaks.
It felt so strange to find out that someone he had known for so long was a werewolf. He never would’ve guessed.
After they finished their breakfasts, they remained seated at the table and talked. Seàn finally being able to relax.
“So,” Seàn began. “I was pretty suspicious at times, but what finally convinced you that I was a werewolf?”
“Well, I got really suspicious the day after I uh… shot you, and you seemed stiff, and then Chica started acting really worried about you. So, while you were gone I did some sleuthing and I found the bloody T-shirt in the trash, and then I… kinda, sorta… snooped through your stuff a bit… and I found the bullet.” Mark said. “So, I put the air-freshener thing in the living room and waited.”
“Were Tyler and Ethan actually here yesterday?”
“Tyler was. He helped me… look for clues.”
“Is… is he…”
“A Hunter? Yes.”
“Ah… nice to know…”
“Um, how did you… remove the bullet?”
“Ah, I just… y’know… pulled it out…”
“With like… tweezers or something?”
“No…”
“With your bare hands???”
“Yeah.”
“Ouch… sorry about that…”
“No worries, I needed it… I would’ve devoured you if you hadn’t…”
“Uh huh... Okay, so, I don’t know a ton about werewolves, I’ve never actually met any, but… how does it work? Do you just… completely lose control?”
“Depends on how hungry I am… I don’t really… lose control. My instincts are just… strengthened. I don’t usually go after humans, I don’t usually give myself the chance, they really don’t taste good. I just… hadn’t eaten enough during the past few days.” Seàn explained.
“Wait… don’t taste all that good? You know what people taste like???”
Seàn sat in an awkward silence, trying not to let the memory return to his mind.
“I… I…” Seàn stuttered. He shook his head sadly. “Not my proudest moment, okay?”
“Holy shit…”
“I’m just a monster that deserves to be put down. I’ll never be able to move past that.”
Mark gave Seàn a pat on the shoulder. “It’s… it’s okay, Seàn.” Mark said.
“No, it’s not okay. Nothing will ever make it okay.” Seàn said. “I’m a monster and no one can change that.”
“Seàn! Don’t be ridiculous, you’re no monster! You’re just a man who’s been through some shit.”
“Why haven’t you shot me, Mark? You’re a Hunter. Isn’t that your job? You’re supposed to kill people like me, good or bad.”
“Actually, that’s where you’re wrong.” Mark said. “Hunters only kill those with bad intentions, because the real monsters are those that wish harm upon others. We’re not destroyers of potential threats, we’re destroyers of threats.” he explained.
“Now, disappointingly often, people who find themselves blessed with… strange abilities use them for evil. Sadly, you’re the first one I’ve met that didn’t mean harm to people.”
Seàn shook his head. “If you only knew…” he got up, walked to the window and looked outside. “When you’re a werewolf, you… crave blood and flesh and… even during the daylight hours. I can smell Chica, I can smell you, Mark. And it makes me fucking hungry.”
“But you don’t act on that hunger, Seàn, and that’s what makes the difference.” Mark said.
“I don’t know…” Seàn sighed.
Then his stomach rumbled loudly.
“Sorry… I really am hungry…” he chuckled awkwardly as he went back to the counter to grab more food.
“Damn. You just ate two steaks and a quarter pound of bacon..”
“Well, welcome to my normal, everyday diet.”
“Fuck, dude,” Mark marvelled. “You’re so skinny, where the hell does it all go?”
Seàn shrugged as he sat down and took a huge bite out of a freshly thawed out pork chop.
Chica walked up to him and tried to sniff out the meat. Seàn involuntarily froze and an inhuman growl rumbled deep in his throat.
Chica quickly backed off.
“Oh, no, no, no, Chica! I’m sorry girl, I didn’t mean to!” he said, tearing off a small piece of meat and holding it out for her.
She hesitantly approached and ate the meat out of his hand. She relaxed and her tail began softly thumping on the floor once again.
Seàn looked up at Mark who was sitting on the table. “There’s a reason I don’t have any pets…”
Mark chuckled and shook his head. “It’s going to be interesting to finally find out what werewolves are like in their day to day lives. Sitcom style.”
Seàn laughed. “Yeah.”
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The End.
Or is it?
Hey guys! Dire here! If you guys really like this story and would like some more, let me know! I have an idea on where the story could go, I’m just not sure if anyone would be interested. Thanks for reading!
