Markiplier Imagines❤

I'm sick

Memories are like pictures of silence moving throughout lives of millions of people. Some are good, others are bad. But as bad, it could been worse. But happiness spread out over the badness. But my life, nah. It never better than being beaten by my mother after my father passed away from a car accident. Mother never got better after her husband just passed away right in front of her. She blame for asking a question about life. His just turn his head and then BLAM! Anything was different. Life got worse. No friends, abusive mother, and if only my life was better. Then I met Mark. Yes, I talking about the one and only Markiplier. I known him as before he became a YouTuber! I known him as my bro and saver from my horrors through hell. I learned his past too. Knew him at high school, 10th  grade. Let just start the story!

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It started with the original trashy day at school. Been pushed, shoved, laughed , and worse of all, yelling at least many times for " Bitch, slut, freak!"
I just keep my head down and never really attention to the assholes near me. Maybe that why being yell at. I failing to pass classes. Depression is awesome sometimes.

Math: PERIOD 1: A friendship form🔥

Usually the math teacher was my closet friend I got. I was too busy with being dumb and even gave about the lesson, but something was different. Like something awesome to me. But that never fucking happened...but anyways. The teacher introduce a new student at class. His name was Mark. Interesting. I look up at him. HOLY SHIT, HE'S FUCKING HOT. I almost got a panic attack from this kid. Then the teacher pointed at the empty seat that literally next to me, in the back on the room. He grin atthe teacher and started to walk up to my lonely desk. He seems noce. But oh shit , I'm fucked!
He finally got to my desk and I almost lost it. He sat down and took anything out of his bag. I look at my binder, filled with my artworks. Then Mark noticed me , staring at a binder, tons of colorful artworks. He FUCKING noticed me!

Mark: Hi!

I'm totally fucked.

Mark : Hey, I like your art, may I see them, please?
Me: sure....
Mark; hey, don't be shy, I won't bite you.
Me:o-ok...

I slowly gave him my binder and he open it and looks through them. I about to cry. Some about my life, others about my dad. I miss him.

Mark : who this?
Me: My dad. ..
Mark: Did he passedaway or something?

Boi, you stop right there, you hurting my feelings!

Me:y-yes...

I about to cry in class. And right in front of Mark.

Mark: Hey, I'm sorry for asking a sore question!
Me: it alright, I always been asked about that...

I wipe a stray tear away with my jacket sleeve.
Then he randomly hug me, like warmth. I actually blush over this. I just met this guy and I already fell in love!

Then a paperball was thrown at Mark. I accidentally caught it. Mark took out of my hand and silently read it. He chuckled and crumble it up. Then another one was thrown out to me. I caught it again and scoot away from Mark. I silently read it.

("YOU SHOULDN'T BE SEATED BY HIM, YOU SLUT!!) (YOU DESERVE TO DIE IN HELL!!!!")

I roll my eye in disgust. Like literally, it getting old already. Mark look over me to see the letter. I pushed him playfully and thrown into my backpack.

Me: just lame excuses for homeworks!
Mark: Oh, I'm a idiot, the name's Mark, or Markimoo in prefer by nickname!
Me: Cookie...I don't have a nickname...sorry.
Mark: It alright, how about....COOKIECRUMBLER!
Me: sound neat...I like it.
Mark: Hey, I know this is random question, but what your anime?
Me: oh, hard question... between Assassination Classroom, Free! Iwatobi Swim Club, or Fullmetal alchemist...
Mark: Fullmetal alchemist.
Me: same, probably...maybe because I feel like I have so much feelings in a series. SO MUCH DEATHS!!
Mark: especially my twin!
Me: Your twin?