Heathens // Jacksepticeye

Chapter 8 - Hatred

I woke up on my bed when the room was completely black, no sight of an object to see, but my touch against my blankets and my side against Mr. Midnight snoring quietly. I thrust my stuttering palm against Mr. Midnight's back. Making him rise his eyes on@to it's beautiful glowing enchanting septic eyes, making him purr softly.

"Mr. Midnight... is... it daylight?" I asked him. Before he answers in his action, I adjust my legs as he stretches further his arms and legs. Including the fluffy stomach, titling his head as he walks alone leaping down off of the bed and leaping up on the window balcony, vanishing his head on the curtains and leaping back up to me. Nodding his head gently.

I sighed deeply as I slowly setting my head back against my pillow vanishing my eyes as Mr. Midnight scoots himself onto my left shoulder purring and licked a few on my cheek, it tickles as I hardened my face until he stops and cuddles on my neck softly.

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"Meow!" Mr. Midnight shook me softly.

No response.

"Meeeooww!!" Mr. Midnight licked my lips as I spit and groaned in disgust as I woke up.

"Okay, kitty! I'm up, I'm up!" I giggled.

"Meow!" Mr. Midnight meowed again for attention before I eye contacted Mr. Midnight's object holding onto his mouth. It reminded me of my YouTube post. I grabbed my phone unlocking it to check my comments and my views for my YouTube post.

There are comments about Mark's blame. Ten percent of the comments didn't believe me. Thirty percent of comments who would not know who would believe. And sixty percent of the comments believed me and started hating on Mark. I sighed deeply as I got myself some breakfast while Mr. Midnight keeps on meowing for attention, I ignored him as he keeps on going without stopping. He doesn't give up doesn't he?

My hate was filled inside about Mark. My hatred was slowly forcing myself to insanity, making my head twitched as the hatred still aches inside.