"Welcome Juliette, Welcome to the Markiplite Nation" A voice that could only be described as manly and deep said happily.
"What? Where am I? What happened? Who are you! Why cant I see anything!" I asked terrified.
" Shhh.... Relax. You're in Markiplite Nation and you're unconscious because you fell out of your chair. My name is Mark, or Markiplier if you'd prefer. You can't see anything because I'm so fricking Awesome that mere mortals cannot gaze upon me in my true form. Anything you want to say?" The amazing Markiplier asked.
"Three words. What. The. Frick." I responded. He growled deeply in a weird tune. I soon realized he was chuckling.
"I would love to chat more but it seems that our time has run out. I will see you another time Juliette. Until then..." He replied before his voice faded completely.
I jumped awake on my bed. "What a weird dream" I said aloud. And with that I fell asleep.
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To Be A Markiplite
FanfictionThe daily life of Markiplier fans everywhere. Pure comedy. MADE FOR MARKIPLITES EVERYWHERE. Go check me out on youtube Agent Stealth
