Moving

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Quick AN!

Y/n=your name.
Y/f/n=your friends name
Let's carry on with the story!

Your POV!

You were packing all of your stuff into the car because your are moving to LA, which was about one hour away. You were humming your favorite song from random encounter and markiplier, five nights at Freddy's musical night 2! Which you loved.

~one hour later~

You arrived at your new apartment which looked empty on the outside but when you walked inside it was colorful and very bright.

~time skip to the evening~

You brought you last box up to your apartment and flopped onto the couch, full of tiredness. You decided to watch your favourite youtube, Markiplier!

~two hours later~

"I'm soo ti-"

BANG!

That's you heard until they was a big thump from next door.

'What was that?' You thought to yourself.

Knock, knock, knock.

You knocked you next door neighbors door, a tall man with red and black hair with brown sparkling eyes opened the door with blood coming out of the side of his head.

"Oh my god a-are you okay?!" You yelled at him and helped him with the gash on his head. He started to loose balance, swaying left and right soon after he gave in and collapsed onto the floor, you ran to his side and put pressure on the wound.

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