You Can Call Me Daddy |A Teamiplier Smut Story| W.I.P |

| Prologue |

M A R K

It was passing ten o'clock when I got a call from one of my childhood friends, Wade. I never got a call from him this late considering it was midnight for him in Cincinnati. I picked up the phone, praying it wasn't an emergency,
"Hey, everything alright?" I asked,
"Hey yeah, I'm fine, I just need a little help with something," Wade replied, sounding distant and nervous.
"Of course, what's up?" My face scrunched up, trying to decipher why his tone was off.
"Do you remember my friend Cassie?" He asked. I leaned back in my computer chair,
"Vaguely yes,"
"S-She's, uhm, she is.."
"Is she okay?" I questioned, starting to get worried.
"Uhm well," Wade kept hesitating.
"What is it, Wade is she dead?" I exclaimed.
"No, she uh" The line went silent once again.
"Well, it's important since you called me at midnight. What is it?" I started to get frustrated. "Is she pregnant? Is it yours?" I asked.
"No!" He almost shouted. "I wouldn't do that to Molly..."
"Ok, so what is it? Tell me, man!"
"She's selling herself! Alright? She's selling herself a-and I don't know what to do because I don't want her going off when some murderer or something. Obviously, I can't stop her from going through with this, and I definitely can't take her because that's just fucked up, a-and it's expensive, even if it was so that she didn't go to someone gross you know?" Wade frantically spoke into the phone, barely pausing for a breath. I sat silent, blinking absently. Finally his speeding words processed in my mind,

"Holy shit, do you mean as like a sex thing?" I questioned.
"Yeah, I'm scared for her dude I might never see her again if she does this,"
"Why is she doing it?"
"College money," Wade replied hastily,
"Not to sound like a dick or anything, but what did you want me to do?" I asked. Wade was silent for a minute,
"I don't know honestly; she's fucked, this is all fucked." Wade let out a loud breath of frustration. We both sat silent over the phone. What if I took her in, hell it wasn't a bad idea, she would be coming here so that she wouldn't go to a creep. She could learn to edit, and I could hire her as an editor, that would make up for a fair amount of the money I'd be paying.

"I think I have an idea, Wade, I just need to know more information," I told him with a shaky breath. What the fuck was I doing. Maybe, just maybe the gang would be willing to do this, and I could possibly save this girl some emotional scarring or hell possibly death.

"Y-You do?" Wade perked up. I let out a heavy breath,
"I'd need to talk to Tyler and them, and I'd like to talk to Cassie do you have her number?" I requested.
"What are you going to do?"
I let out a laugh, "Something really stupid."

After thirty minutes of debating and planning, I was left with Cassie's number. I knew I had the money to do this, for god sakes I make just about a thousand bucks from ad revenue each video. I added the number to my contacts and pressed call, my heart racing.
"Hello?" A young woman's voice picked up.
"Hi, is this Cassie O'Donovan?" I barely stuttered out,
"You got the right number, who's this?" She asked,
"My names, Mark Fischbach."

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