After I put up my newest Subnautica video, I make some tea for my aching throat. I decide I'll record and edit later. I sit down to relax and turn on my Apple TV. I change it to YouTube and put on Markiplier. I give some slight chuckles. I get on my computer so I can laze around the JackSepticEye tag for an hour or two, when I see I've gotten an email. I check who it's from and drop my tea. Holy fucking shit. My eyes check again in astonishment, only to repeat the words 'MarkipkierGame@gmail.com' in my head. The subject says 'collab' I read and reply, and next thing we're skyping.
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Everything's Alright
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNINGS: Anorexia, Depression, Anxiety, Self Harm. If you're sensitive to these things, I advise you don't read this. This is a Septicplier fic (Markiplier & Jacksepticeye)
