After me and Bob ate breakfast, I lay my head on the table, drifting off to sleep.
"How did this happen?"
I jumped out of my skin.
"Don't scare me like that, Bob!"
I then shrugged. I didn't know how this happened! Bob chuckled. I felt my head fall forward and hit the table and I fell asleep...
-Time Skip-
I woke up on a couch and wiped away the drool on my face. I saw Bob staring at me and I let out a small scream.
"For gods sake Bob!" I yelled, wiping my eyes.
Bob chuckled and a small smirk crept up on his lips. I got up and I heard my stomach grumble very loud.
When Bob walked into the kitchen, all I could think about was chewing on his meaty flesh. My breakfast walked away I thought to myself.
I was still tired and felt my eyes closing every minute but I kept them open.
Bob strolled back into the room I was standing in and he gave me some raw meat.
I placed it on the table and ate the meat like a dog, which gave me a sudden urge to howl, so I did.
"Not too loud" Bob whispered.
"Sorry!" I blushed in embarrassment.
-Time Skip-
It was almost midnight and I was prepared to resist my urge to kill.
Anger bubbled inside me, telling me to kill but I was struggling to resist.
Midnight struck and Bob turned off the lights whilst Mandy opened the curtains. They locked me in the basement on my own...
I fell onto the ground in pain, yelling at my bones changed form.
I threw my glasses on a soft, silky pillow, almost breaking them.
I grasped onto a table, struggling to get myself up.
I felt my eyes changing and I tipped the table, growling loudly. Then, the Beast was here...
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Wolfiplier: The First... The Last...
WerewolfThis is a fan fiction about Mark Fischbach, known on the internet as Markiplier. He has a little secret that he never knew he had until now... Will he be safe? Will he die a horrible death? Will he be tortured? Find out by reading!