The Box and The Eye

The Call

Didn't want to make the title sooo predictable, but, I'm not creative enough to come up with a better one. (Shuploc won't stop with that beautiful art wont she?)

Oh, and guys, don't be afraid to comment, because I'm kind of floating a boat of one here, wondering if my stories are any good, or are they trash?

Thanks for 800 views by the way! That's awesome, again, I kind of expected like 1 view on this :D

So leave comments on grammar errors you see, tell me if you liked it, SUGGESTIONS, would be GREAT! I would love to know what you guys want to read, any other interesting minds out there looking for something? Please, do tell.

*Clears throat* Anyways, hope you enjoy...

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"Hello everybody. My name is Markiplier and welcome to Super Smash Bros Brawl 4! Or SSBB4 for short." Mark took a breath, "So, I just got a WiiU about a month ago, and this is literally the only game I have other than Mario Maker, so I wanted to play this one, because I can WHOOP ASS WITH LUIGI!!" He yelled punching the air with his game controller. "Another reason I wanna play this game, is because everyone seems to like it, and I've played it before with Sean- or Jacksepticeye. Whatever that Youtuber's name is, and it was pretty fun, and I whooped his ass with Luigi, then he whooped mine with Link." Mark kept talking without filter, "Then he fucked me...ahhhmmm- fucked me over, because I lost, and we- uh went out for drinks, and had fun at the bar with some beer, because we had set a bet...drinks was on the looser!" Mark nervously laughed as he thought about editing that part out. "Anyways, let's play this bad boy!"

"Dammit! NOOO. NO. NO!!" Mark screamed as the Computer Link tore his Luigi into shreds with his Final Smash.

"TIME!!" The announcer bellowed.

"I hate Link, he's such a bastard. He wasn't even set to 9," Mark sighed, "He was on easy! This tells you how bad I am at this game." Mark smiled and chuckled, "Ugh, I'm gonna beat him. I just have to pick a new character." Mark picked Mario. "Ok, Let's Rumble!!"

"START!!"

Mark bit his lip in concentration. "Yesss! Take that Sea- I mean Link!" He knocked Link off his own bridge and won the game with a loud scream. "YAAAAHHHHahahaha!!!" He bellowed and looked into the camera, "That was easy if I might say so myself." Mark smirked and lifted an eyebrow. "JACK!! This is a warning! Next time you come over, when you come over, please come back," He whimpered, "Anyways, when you come back, you know what we'll play, and I'll win, and this time, instead of me, It'll be you." He said in the most seducing way he could licking his lips and letting his imagination take him away. "Oh, fuck, that- that will be one great day!" Popping out of his dream, he decided to end this video, "SO, thanks for watching, I hoped you enjoyed this one, if you did let me know in the comments below."

"And as Always," He said with the pop of an eyebrow, "I'll see YOU in the next Video! BYE BYE!!!"

The video ended and he turned the camera off. Uploading the video and picking up his phone, he tweeted out, "Get ready for some SSBB4 the; Wrath of Mario, maybe the next one will be with @Jacksepticeye <3!" The comments immediately started rolling in, "OMG! I love SSBB4!" or "MARIO'S A LOSER, NESS IS BETTER!" or "Ath-Douche!" A smile crept from the corner of his mouth, "Awwww, even the mean comments are heart-warming."

Mark laid down and put his hands over his racing heart, it slowly crept down to his sweatpants. The guilty pleasures of Sean in his bed seeped into his mind. His breaths grew short and his hands slipped under the elastic band. He was wearing a hard who was waiting for any touch possible. He moaned and thought about Sean getting on top of him, the warmth felt real as Mark started to stroke his member. "Oh shit." Sean started tackling his soft skin kissing and leaving little marks. "Baby, yes." The moaning grew louder and his hand ached at the speed his was going at. "Oh fuuuck Sean," Mark took two fingers in his mouth and pretended they were the Irishman's. His tongue swirled around them turning him on even more, a hot familiar feeling washed over his body and he entered his fingers into his tight hole.