Mark groaned out in pain as Jack let him go. He looked like anti again.
"Oh I won't take him?"
"Y-You bastard..!" Mark groaned.
"Haha.. Mark don't you see? Sean never loved you."
"L-liar..!"
"Marki......!" Mark heard Sean's voice behind him. As he turned, he saw standing there, Jack.
"He took his own form!" Sean grabbed Mark, pulling him into a hug.
"Y-you too l-late, A-Anti.." Mark coughed out, "I a-already called 9-911..."
"Shit.." Anti looked scared, for once.
"You can't run, Anti." Sean said as a cop and someone from a Abulance ran in.
"Get down!!" The cop yelled as he pointed his gun at Anti. Sean and the person from the Abulance ran out to the Abulance. Gun shoots ran through their ears, ringing Marks.
~time skip because yeah~
3 years later
Jack sat on the ground, clutching the flowers.
"Hey Markibaby.. I'm here. Like I said, I'm always here for you. I can talk for a while if you'd like." He sat the flowers on the tomb.
-flashback-
"Marki..!"
"I'm sorry, Sir.."
"Hey... I'm here."
-back to normal-
"I gotta go Marki, I can't stay forever, as much as I wish. Me and Bob were gonna go to the consoler, okay?" He blew a kiss to the tombstone before walking away. He read the words once more out loud to himself.
Mark Fischbach
1990-2016
The nicest man ever....
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DONT WORRY GUYS THIS MIGHT BE THE END OF THIS ONE BUT I MIGHT MAKE A SECOND ONE IF YOU GUYS REALLY REALLY WANT ME TO
DU LIEST GERADE
Catch Up {Septiplier}
FanfictionPrologue [please read]: The blood trickled down his arm as he sighed. Once again he was stuck in the terrible world with nothing but himself and a razor. He didn't like it this way. No. He didn't want it this way. But the voices spoke to him one day...
