Jack's POV
After then men gobbled up their Waffle House they headed to meet Bob and Wade at the last day of Pax. I don't want to go to Ireland and not be in the same room as my baby.. I can't have another long distance relationship it just kills me inside.
..Mark's panel begins..
Gosh, Mark walks on to that stage with such confidence. I'm so lucky to have him.
"HELLO EVEEYBODY MY NAME IS MARRREKIPLIERR!" And the crowd cheers.
The crowd loves him, I don't blame them because I do too.
Mark's POV
He looks so beautiful in the audience, just so focused buy ammused. I wonder what he's thinking about..
"TIME FOR...SPEED QUESTIONS!"
Mark and Wade run throughout the audience like lightning. Wade soon stops in front of a lady with her hand raised.
"Who is your inspiration?"
W-" All of you guys. I can't ask for anyone better. What about you Mark?"
Panting and wheezing from exhaustion Mark tries to respond, opening his mouth the room starts to spin, eyes flutter shut, and all you can here is Jack screaming "SOMEONE CALL 911!"
-sorry this is super short ;c I'll probably add more detail to this and make it better but there is still more to come c; -
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Septiplier Trash
FanfictionMy first fanfic but I will warn you, I will kill people off and let people live, there will be a roller coaster of feels, no promises that the ending will be happy, and there will be fucking.
