Markiplier Imagines❤

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Rip..
RIp..
RIPP...
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It feel hazed in this room. Why is that? I snap my eye, questioning why I'm in a hospital. The door suddenly open, which I look over to see I saw a doctor. He seems friendly. He say my organs were rupted by some compact into the abdomen area. Then he found a better organs for me, which were 10x better than human kind. He also say Jack was visting and heard what happens. At least he understand me. The doctor leaves and left me into a desert stomach. I'm fuckin straving.
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Ok, something is wrong with me.I am starving, but I can't eat foods.
Am I on a diet or something. I hide under the pastel blue sheets. This is freaking embarrassment.
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Well, I leave the this crap today. But I am so fucking hungry, like I want to eat a human...what?
I walk away from the buildings without waving byes to the staff. Maybe their foods tastes like trash. Maybe!?

I finally make it to my apartment, and shocking there was a basket of foods, from Jack? Maybe my 'welcome home' gift? I don't know, I'm tired.

I pick up the gift and unlock the door to enter. It always damn dark in this place. I switch the lights on and placed the basket, next to my expired shoes. I limp to my leather couch and relax like a teddy bear. I turn on the news for just the weather update for the ass rain that coming down. Then I relax in agony, I heard one of the smartest guys in the world talks about ghouls, specifally what they eat. Of course, they eat human flesh, but they can't eat normal human foods. That what cause me not to eat? Am I a ghoul? No,no no nonoono! I Can't be...I am not ghoul!!! I ran to the basket and ripped the damn plastic off and dumped the foods that Jack brought. I hesitantly put up one of the packed bag meats and stare deeply at it. Can I do this? Am I going to be sick? Ok, Cooke, you can do this. I rip open the packet and shove down the raw meat into my throat. Suddenly I feel like I going to vomit. I ran to the restroom and vomit into the toilet. The meat tastes like shit. WHat the Fuck?! I wiped off the remaining brown leftover. UGHH! I rush back the extra foods on the wooden floor and shove more into my disgusting mouth and keep running back to the darken bathroom to throw up. After thirty minutes, I just stare at one of the packed food and drop the damn thing on the ground. I placed my face into my hands and moaned in agony. I'm fucked for sure. I can't eat anything out the human catalogy of foods!

Me://sigh// I guess I walk around until I find something interesting.

I grab my jacket off the couch and ran out the door. It unlock for heck sake. I arrived the busiest spot: Downtown. There are billions of people around me. I look down in agony, because some sickly feelings through my body. I want to eat flesh. Wait what the-

My mind went into insanity.

Fleshfleshfleahfleshfleshfleshfleshflesh!!!!

Until a girl look at me with surprised look. I shook out of the craziness and ran away into the dark alleys. Fuck, what in the heck am I thinking!? As I question myself, I into the coffee shop that I was earlier. Maybe they still open I think. The door was unlocked, so I enter with a bit of hesitant un my mind. I search around for the entrance for the top buildings up there. I turn to see the main thing. I was about to knock, but the door open, which spook me. A man with black/brown hair came out to clean the extra dirty tables, but saw me, in shook. He suddenly became pissed.

B/B: Excuse me, why are you here?
Me: I...um...seek some help..um can I see the manager, please sir...?
B/B:No.
Me: Please, I begging you..!
B/B: No, the manager is busy, so you have to-

Then a older man came through the door. It the manager.

Me: excuse me!
Manager: yes, miss...
Me: Cookie, or Cooke in a prefer way.
Manager: Bob and this is Mark.
Me: um...hi.

He roll his eyes and walk back to the lobby.

Me: so, I have a question, um....if I ...can't original foods, does that mean I am a ghoul?

Mark turn back to my direction.

Mark: You're a ghoul...
Me: I don't know, I feel human, but I feel like a ghoul, cause of the feeling of eating flesh!

Suddenly, Mark burp out a loud laugh, he thinks it fucking funny!

I walk up to him and unexpectally I pick him up, pissed off. He stop and just utter stare at me, as his usual face, neutral mad side. Bob put his hand on my shoulder and gesture his ass back.

Bob: Don't mind him, he have a bad day, ok?

I shurg off the pointless conversation with Mark. I don't like him

Bob: as it seems with been running out of new employees, you might be a new recruit for tomorrow. Would you like that?

Me:..ok,sure!

Mark rush back to just to heard that. Mark was in shock for a split second.

Mark: you're going to work here...you have been fucking with me!?

Me: I guess...

He stop talking and fucking leave this conversation..again. But I guess I working at a coffee shop as a ghoul.
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