Are you...Purgeturbed? A Tom Cassell Fan-Fiction

Dianitee Problemos

*Autumn's POV*

I continue on with my plans for the day, but the whole thing with Dianite in my head. Tom logs onto the server, enticing me to send him a message.

(Quixiotic>>SynHD) Dude...check Tab

(SynHD>>Quixiotic) Dianite...

(Quixiotic>>SynHD) I don't know what to do or say...should I ask him what he remembers?

(SynHD>>Quixiotic) Yep

Quixiotic: Spirit...Dianite sir

Spirit_Dianite: Yes?

Quixiotic: What do you remember about your old life?

Spirit_Dianite: My brother sent someone to kill me.

Quixiotic: Ok.

Spirit_Dianite: Why?

Quixiotic: Only curious

"Ok...he doesn't remember it's me. I mean, unless he's thinking about something else..." I close my eyes and rub them, sighing. "Why the fuck am I so worried about this? I don't need to worry."

*Later*

Tom and I work on building something for Martha. Some kind of Thaumcraft thingy. I don't know why she didn't ask Sonja. Thaumcraft was her thing. Tom was big on Tinkers Construct, Sparklez was witchery, Tucker did Blood Magic, and Wag and I did Ars Magica. It was our thing. I work on getting livingwood while casually talking to chat about a latest sub by the name of BigMacEater. It wasn't a weird name. I've had weirder. I mean when subscribes as my left tit, it shows you've won the game. I glance down at chat, raising an eyebrow.

Spirit_Dianite: Its good that I have such good champions.

MarthaTheMystic: Syndy's ok, but I really like Quix.

Spirit_Dianite: She's my champion. Of course you'll like her.

With that, I ended the stream and stopped recording. I'm tired. Its been mentally exhausting the last couple days and I needed rest. I walk out of the office, sitting down on the bed and sighing. I take off my shirt, revealing the white undershirt underneath. As soon as I throw the shirt across the room, my phone rings. Unknown Number.

"The hell?" I answer the call. "Hello, who is this?"

"Autumn Cassell, correct? Better known as Quixiotic?"

"That's me. Can I help you?"

"My name is Mark Fishbach. You might know me as Markiplier."

"Oh. Hello. How did you-"

"Jordan gave me it." I forgot Jordan and him did a thing. A gentlemen-y thing-y yearly.

"Jordan. I forgot. You need anything, Mark?"

"I was going to ask you if you have any plans for in two weeks?"

"Mark, I'm married." I say, smiling a small smile and laughing slightly.

"Not that way. I wanted to know if you wanted to do a collab video. "

Markiplier wanted to collab with me? Dude. This is epic. "I can make arrangements. Send me your address. L.A., right?"

"Yep."

"Ok good. We'll have a place to stay. I'll see you in, say two weeks?"

"Sounds good. I'll see you then."

"Alright, bye." I hang up the phone before letting out a loud squeal. A second later, I hear running up the stairs and Tom in the doorway.

"What happened? Are you ok?"

"Fine. MARKIPLIER WANTS TO COLLAB!"

"Wow. When?"

"Two weeks. I was going to ask Tucker if we can come and stay there for the week. You and him do stuffs while I beat up Markimoo."

"Sounds good. Tucker's probably missed me."

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Collabs on the horizon yaaaaaaaaay

Its yer boi Merk i mean its gnarbuckle bro -Mark doing a Jordan impression

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