•Chapter Twelve• "Normal...?"

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Mark sat himself on a little area near the black desk, setting up his camera
and turning it on. He continued to play SOMA, a Sci-Fi Horror game that you and him both loved and we're waiting for desperately. You were looking at your phone, checking Twitter and Facebook. Lots of people were hyped about Mark's cotton candy hair (it literally looks like cotton candy). Anyways, you convert to Tumblr, and immediately see NSFW of you and Mark.
You look to see who it was by, but you didn't see any watermark. You were concerned, but yet not annoyed. At this point, you were kinda used to it (sadly).
You turn your head, and suddenly see Mark standing behind you. "--uuhAHHHHH fuck Mark! Holy shit." You flail your arms weirdly, making Mark have a confused look yet to be still laughing. "You are really jumpy. But I love it." He says, giggling. "Hehehehe funny." You get up from the couch, and says, "I found some NSFW of us on Tumblr, and it's pretty disturbing." Mark's eyes widened, but they went back to their normal state in a matter of seconds. Mark replied with, "I'm most surprised. Just flag it. Or leave it. I don't care too much." You shrug, flagging it anyways. Since you were up, you walk to the kitchen to get a drink but Mark already beat you to it. "Want some milk?" "Sure," you shrug. He slides a glass across the marble counter, making you pick it up, and drinking it. In the corner of your eye, you see Mark walk out of the kitchen and into the dining area. He sits down, editing things on his computer.

October 31st, 2015
1:20 PM
"(Y/N), it's time to get SPOOPY!" Mark says, putting up a skull on the door. "Yes very. Much spoops. Much wow." You say teasingly. All of the sudden, Mark turns away from the door and says, "Oh my god! I have to make a recording of the new update of FNAF 4! GOD dammit I forgot about it." He rushed to the bedroom, grabbing his phone and his shoes. He says, "I'll be back in an hour okay?" "I'll be recording here to. I'll be playing the same thing." He walks out the door, closing it behind him.
"So much for the spooks." As you whisper to yourself as you put a little candle on the coffee table.

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