^just thought id share that^
SUP BISHES IM BACK
YEAH I WROTE THIS IN SCHOOL WADDUP
I HAVE TO COMPELETE MY PSYCOLOGY ANIMATION BUT WHATEVEH
I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT YOU GUYS R DA BEST
INGOY YOU LOVLY BISH
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I wake up from whatever I was doing, feeling something wet under me. When I open my left eye, I realize that I was knocked out on the floor, the liquid under me is a puddle of my own blood. I slowly get up from my position, ignoring the familiar pain all over my body. The place I am in is so dark, but I can tell it's my basement. Finally, I set up and search for my phone, my eyes almost start to water when I see it across the place.
I have to text Mark. What if he's worried about me? What if he's hurt? Is he really coming to Ireland? I can't let that happen, Phil would beat the shit out of him! With these thoughts, I crawl my way towards my precious device. My eyes widen when I read the texts on me and Mark's conversation on What's App.
JackSepticEye: Dude, don't come here.
Markiplier: y u no have faiht on meh?
Markiplier: ive been workgin out
YOU ARE READING
Texting plier - Septiplier
FanfictionJackSepticEye: hello babe ;3 miss ya plier: uh... who r u? (This book is just texting until the end, so if your not into that then don't read pls :)) Mature because of the language and violence (btw check out @PinheadUnicornLarry 's "You Left Me"...
