Mark brushed back his conspicuous red hair, hiding it in his black hoodie. He wore nondescript clothing, so he wouldn't be recognized. An ominous feeling pervaded through the air, but he chose to ignore it. The gas station loomed above him, mocking him. It mocked him for his bad life. It mocked him for his terrible father. It mocked him for his inability to keep a job. It wouldn't matter soon, though. It would only take a fleeting moment, then he would have enough money to get his little sister a doll and maybe even a cake. Filled with a jaunty feeling, he stepped inside the practically-empty gas station and pulled out a large pocket knife.
It's go time.
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Septiplier One Shots
FanfictionI have to write a story every week for LA (English) and I have to write a story for my quiz too. You get two stories a week! Might as well make them about septiplier! Sometimes it might focus on Mark or vise versa. Mostly Septiplier though. Enjoy!
