Marks pov
I woke up on the side of the street. Last thing I remember was recording a video then everything going black. I notice a knife next to me and decide to grab it just in case. There's a building. It looks abandoned. 'What's the worst thing that could happen?' I mutter to myself.
When come close to the building I could here talking.
'Do you know what's going in here?
'Nope. Does it look like I do? Last thing I remember was that I was cooking my dinner and then I was suddenly hit in the head and everything turned black.'
'Shush'
'What?'
'I can hear someone.' They both turned silent. I took a deep breath and walked in.
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FanfictionThey play games all the time so how hard can it be to play them in real life? All I can say is good luck
