Adopted By Septiplier

That died many years ago

Angela's POV

I was on my phone as Dad came into my room. I wore my charm still. He sighed in relief. Than he spoke;

"Sproggle, I have to tell Ye somethin'" he sounded concerned, "we're goin' ta find that ding dong and confront him. But in th' last day of his tour which is in a month and a half."

"Okay... Can I ask about the br—" I was cut off.

"The bracelet, oh... Umm... It will keep you safe from evil spirits. Or so my grandma told me..."

"Oh! Thanks for it! It's really pretty!" I say in bliss. He cracks a smile after u say that.

"Well, if you need anything I'll be down stairs. You know where to find me!" He chirped, then walked off.

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Daddy's tour starts today! I will do my best though to keep still until we confront him. Until then I should start packing my bags. But just the basic outfit and my spare charger. Or maybe I should charge my charging blocks.
Ya I should do that.

"Sproggle!"

"Yes!" I called through the door.

"Do Ye wanna go fer some breakfast out?" He said chirpy.

Of course I said "sure thing!"

I got dressed in 'real' clothes and met dad outside. He shook his head when he saw me and said, "well, seems like you're a teen. Probably more covered than most though."

He giggled

"Hey! What's that suppose to mean!?" I demanded.

"Oh, well, the teens here usually go out in just bras and skinny jeans." He said bluntly, "but at least you'll fit in here."

Now I laughed, then we left.

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Jack's POV

Man. The truth hurts, a lot! Like damn. Why the fuck did Markimoo do that. FUCK!! But I'm glad Angela told me or I'd still be in the dark with all my theories.

"Dammit" I whisper not knowing that I said it aloud.

"..., where are we going for breakfast than?" She had asked.

"Oh just a nearby Tim Hortons, because the author of this shit is Canadian." ...

"Okay... So are we getting the ten o'clock special or what?" Of course I knew, she knew she could get anything she wanted.

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Once in the restaurant, we got some egg sandwiches with grilled cheese and Tim bits. And I won't lie I let her have some coffee. Huhh... *sigh*

Well we both had to wake up.

As we trudged back to my place a group of people approached Angela and I.

"OH MY FLIPPING GOD! ARE YOU JACKSEPTICEYE?!" They crazed.

I through in some sarcasm and say, "no I'm just some wannabe that looks and sound the same as his."

At my statement Angela laughed and said, "well damn, you know that makes a lot more sense because the real jack is out making out with Markiplier.

And this our little mob laughed. Eventually though Angela and I had to cheeky off and get home.

"Tally-ho here' w' aregh at are' place. Eh?" Angela made fun of my accent by sounding Scottish. Of course she made me laugh and just put a smile on my face.

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Angela and I sat and talked over our still warm coffee about Mark. She cried as she told me one thing in particular though and that REALLY pissed me off.

Why? She said "she felt like he had died on the inside and that is what the story began with.
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So if you want more of this kind of chapter people who read these you should tell me, or if you wanna know what Angela told jacky then tell me.

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§ghoulmissy7 aka gm7

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