(A/N) Ignore the pic above, I screwed up and could not figure out how to fix it
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Boxes... I walked out of my apartment to get a face full of boxes. Luckily I moved out of the way in time, because they would have fallen on me if I hadn't. 'What the hell', I thought to myself. The man behind those boxes was a little short, if not average, height, with black hair, and tan skin. 'Ah, he must be the new neighbor. Not to shabby. Not to shabby at all' I thought. He set down the boxes, and turned around. Wait. Is that... MARKIPLIER?!? I approach him, and introduce myself. "Hi, my names (Y/f/n), I'm your new neighbor.", he jumped a bit, I'm guessing that it was because he didn't notice me before. "Oh, uh, hi my name is Mark Fischbach". "I'm a fan of you're work, Mark.", he seemed proud that I recognised him, And a hint of recognition glimmered in his eyes as well. "Well thank you, and I quite enjoy your work, too". "T-Thanks, but I'm surprised you actually watch my videos.", he seemed surprised at my surprise, but I quickly changed the subject. "Would you like some help with your boxes?", "Sure, that would be nice."
(A/N): I know I suck but, and this is short, but I did update. I'M SORRY! >~<
But I do have memes!
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