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We're All a Little Crazy

Hayran Kurgu

Mark/Darkiplier / Jack/AntiSepticeye / NateWantstoBattle/Natemare / MatPat/MadPat Updated every day on quotev updated here whenever I remember

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My Dæmons

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       Mark laughed, but his smile faded quickly. He felt something tugging at the back of his mind.

                          
        h̴̙̝̰̺͎ẹ̳̘̪̖l̯͓̲̫lo

                          
       Oh god no. Not now! Not here!

                          
         ̱̼͙͍H̺̣ͅẹ̴̱̹̺̝ll̹̤̺̦̯̤o̮̬̗,̯ ̪̼̹͈̥M̧̗̹̳̰͓̦a̭͎̬̳̘͍r͉̻̼̪͎̘̼k̸̲̣̣̩ͅ

                          
       Mark mumbled something about having to go to the bathroom and ran backstage, Jack, Bob, and Wade watching him with questioning looks in their eyes.

                          
       They laughed, but suddenly Mark stopped smiling, a look of confusion in his eyes, slowly turning to panic. Jack watched as he excused himself and ran out of the room, Jack following close behind.       Oh please god no this can't be happening This Can't Be Happening THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING.

                          
       O̹̥̟̬͡ͅh̨͇̥̼,̖̘͡ͅ ̡̤͎̞͔͚̬b̩͙̬̳̩̯͢ư͙̜̟ͅt̺̞̲̀ ̣͇i̛ṯ̞̟̳̮̰̞ ̦̮i͎͓s̙͇̘̩̦͢ ̳́M͍̠̲̞̳͢a̘̗̘̪͙r̵̞̗k̙͙̯.͚͕̙̥̠ ͍͈A͙̪̥͡n̛͚̖̙̤d̮͈͓̹ ̝̟̯̱̙͖̲n͏͓̳͎͙o̞̱͇͉w̙̞̫̫̲ ̙̻̲̼̞̟͝i͝t̷͎̤͓'̧̞̪͔s͔͖̘͕ ̲̗͕͎m̺̞̥̮͔̻y̡̞̱͕̩͍ ͚̣̩̗͔̯͝t҉̯̘̩i̜͟m̙̰̪e̵̳̠̹̮̮̥̳.̹͉͘

                          
       "Please you can come out soon I just need ten minutes then you can-"

                          
       I̴̟̟̖͓̠̻̩ ̡̭d̪̼o̳͙̮͎n̻͙̥̯͇̤͕'҉̟͉t͔̜ ͏̭̰̫ͅt͖̥̭̯͟ͅa͕̬̯k͍͙̯̣̟͞e͈̜͓ ̢o̘̜̹̻̹̝̜̕r͖̻d̳̯̙̞̞e̦̭̝̠̭̩͝r̗̩̳̻̘̠s̡ ̠̼̬̬̙f̥̜̺̖̝́r͓o͎͇m̢͍̺͓ ̶̹̯̟̩h̰̝͖͓̦͍̮͠u҉͍̪͖̬ͅm̟͔̖̪̣̦ạ̵̮̯ṇ̦̯̖̬̹͡s͎.

                          
       "Wait wait tell you what as soon as this is done, I'l let you take over for a whole week. I promise. Just please-"

                          
       ̹̝̘͕̞͕I̞͎͓̜͕̪ ̷͙̬̦͓̰d̵̜o͙̺͔͔͙̝͠ͅ ̡̥͈̻wḥ̩͓͙a̤̰̻̗̞t̙̱͖͚̲̘͝ ̷I͓͓̰̭̜̱͝ ̜w̡̪a̬͘nt̳̪̪̞ͅ.͕̜̟͕̯͔ ̝͔̘̀A̧̼͉̼̙̣ͅn͎̺̼͉̦͎͕d̨͉̝̮̤̞ͅ ͘I̘̱ ̻̰̩̱́ͅwa͇͈͈̙̕n̼̟ţ̩͍̣̝̳ͅ ̺̞̬̞̗͖y̖̹͓̮̝̱͙o͈u̹̻͔̘̹.̞̘̝̻̲͉ ̖̝̣̤G͎i̵̟͍̫̮ve ̡͙i҉̖͎͙̥ͅt͚ ҉͕̪͕̬̭ṭ̨̥͇͖̟o̷̖̪̘ ͏̦̦m̲̦̹͖͢e̵̫̣̮̱̪͎ ̘̝̲͔͍͝n̖͚̻o͚̘̲w̦͙̭̩̙̫̘,͈͚̜̮̖̲ ͘a̹̥͖̫̞͇n̺̱̲̟ͅd̼͓̬̣ ̗̼͇͎̯͜I'̱̙̦̼l̵̳͚̺̗l̺̯͎̮̱̻̕ ̧͚̳͇ḿ͇á̯̠͙͇k̡͈e̘͍ͅ ̢̳̠̯̤ḭ̢̮̮̫̻t̥̦͇̰͕͍ ̵̘̠̯̞̬̬ͅp͎̬͖̯͞a̖̥̮̣̜̺i͍̯̪̩̰̞̹n̙͓̰̥̗̖͡ͅl̞͟e̮͓̦͓s̨̠̣̣̣̥s̨̖̹,̡̳ w̝̹̯̥̯ͅo̩͚͚r͍͓m̮̻̩.̝͟

                          
       "Get out of my head."

                          
       ̲̹̲A̡͙̦̗̣͓͍̰s̼̠̕ ̳͓̩͚̫̞͓ý͔̩̣̱͖ͅo̧̤̯̹̠̪̼ù̜̼͕̲̬̮̞ ̜̞̼͖̲͔͈͟w͎͎̕i̤̭͚̦̺̖̠s҉̠̬̻̙̟h̷͖͈̩̮͉̻̳.̨̯͙͕̝

                          
       Mark felt a wave of nausea.

                          
       "No Wait that's not what I meant-"

                          
       "Mark?"​​​​​​

                          
       His friend spun around, and terrified, bloodshot eyes turned to look at him.

                          
       "Jack?"

                          
       "Mark are you okay? You worried us back there jus' up n' leavin' like that."

                          
       His friend gripped the porcelain, quaking. Jack slowly approached him.

                          
       "Maaarrk? You good?"

                          
       "Jack, I need you to do something. Without asking any questions."

                          
       Jack was worried now. Mark was shaking violently, as if being shook by some invisible bully. Something was very wrong here.
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