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got pretzles? - day 1

purse woke up with an aching pain in his lower back, a day just like any other, all he wanted was to go back to sleep. since today was saturday he usually would've, although he had something holding him back, the lack of pretzels in his house.

he'd been wanting pretzels for over a week now and had asked multiple people to get some for him.

nobody had ever delivered on this request :((((

so, today was the day he decided he'd take this matter into his own hands. the grocery store was a bit of a far walk, but it was a walk he was willing to make to finally tame the beast that was his craving for pretzels.

purse reluctantly got out of bed and nearly tripped over his cat, cartlos, who was laying sprawled out in the middle of the floor.

'for why did he choose that spot to lay down?' purse thought while shooing cartlos out of his room.

purse got dressed for the cold nebruskat weather ahead of him. he dreaded going out in the cold but kept pushing for the sake of the pretzels.

taking a second to look in the mirror he pushed his short blonde hair out of his face and decided he may as well just get this over with already.

after locking up the house and telling his sister he was leaving, purse finally started his journey to the grocery store. it was colder than he'd expected it to be, but it was too late to go back now, he'd already walked almost five blocks from the house.

he'd been walking for almost 20 minutes now and he was so close to the grocery store he could practically smell the bakery. wait, no, that was the panera next to the grocery store. either way it smelled great.

when he got into the store he immediately got bumped into by a crowd of sticky, crying kids chasing after their mother.

'this is just my luck,' purse thought trying his best to pretend he didn't almost get trampled.

he made his way to the isle with the pretzels only to find that they were on the shelf all the way at the top, the only shelf he couldn't reach. again, just his luck.

he saw a pretty tall dude next to him, looked just tall enough to reach the pretzels. although, even if the guy could get the pretzels for him, purse would have to work up the nerve to be able to ask him.

'do i really want the pretzels that bad? no, i don't it's not worth it i don't wanna talk to this guy,' purse thought, getting more and more upset just at the thought of having to ask this random man to grab the pretzels.

no, he did want those pretzels. he didn't just want those pretzels, he needed those pretzels.

"excuse me, would you be able to grab me those pretzels up there?" purse asks trying to mask his anxiety with a nonchalant tone.

the man looked over at him, a bit alarmed at first. purse thought that was odd, considering all he'd asked was for the man to grab a bag of pretzels on the top shelf, it's not like he was asking for the dude's autograph or anything.

after seemingly collecting himself the man replied, "of course no problem."

purse thanked the man and took the pretzels and was about to walk away before he heard the man asking him to wait. purse turned around, what could this guy possibly want from him? all he wanted was to go home and eat his pretzels in peace, maybe play some minscarft or watch yourmomtube with his cats.

"yea, what's up?" purse asked, trying to hide how annoyed he was.

"you wouldn't happen to know who i am would you?" the man asked.

purse couldn't tell if this dude was insane or just egotistical. why would he know him? they'd only just met.

"nope, sorry man," purse replied, yet again turning around to walk away.

before he could get very far, the man grabbed his arm which gave purse the worst shock of anxiety he'd ever felt in his life. this was it, this was the day he was going to die. and for what??? a bag of pretzels??? this death would be laughable.

"i'm markiplier," the man said, "are you sure you don't know who i am?"

purse's anxiety turned into blind rage. he knew that this man did not just make him think he was gonna die to make sure he didn't know  who he was.

purse turned around, absolutely fuming, "are you serious right now? i already told you i don't know who you are, dude. get off me you weirdo!"

purse ripped his arm away from "markiplier" and stormed off to go pay for his pretzels.

at that point purse didn't even want his pretzels anymore. he was so angry, he just wanted to go home and go back to bed. the audacity this man had was absolutely insane.

as soon as he got out of the store purse ripped open his bag of pretzels and angrily shoved handfuls of pretzels into his mouth. he couldn't even feel how cold it was outside because of how hot his face was from being so angry. although, on the bright side those pretzels really did hit the spot.

purse was almost home when he heard a car slow down behind him.

'oh my god, you have got to be kidding me,' purse thought.

he looked behind him and there he was, that stupid markiplier fool from the grocery store. what the fuck did this man want??? maybe he really was gonna die today. well, he wouldn't if he was fast.

now, as much as purse hated running, it was better than death. so he picked up his speed and began to jog home. it was only two blocks, it wouldn't be too bad.

unfortunately, as purse sped up, so did markiplier.

purse's house was only two houses down, he ran through his neighbors' yards and made a straight line for his porch. before getting into his house he yelled "fuck off," as loud as he could.

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mark sat outside purse's house all night long, willing that maybe he would come out and he could apologize for being so odd.

mark had never done anything like this before, he'd never been so crazy. there was just something about this guy that made it so hard for him to leave him alone. mark just couldn't seem to put his finger on it......

author: what will happen next??!?!??!??????!!!! will they fall in love??? will purse hate mark forever??? will the author get her ass beat by percy??? find out in the next chapter 😍😍😍😍