Jackaboy: Mark? Why are you ignoring me?*
Jackaboy: Mark? I'm sorry.*
Jackaboy: Mark.
Markimoo:): I'll be ok soon. Don't worry about it. I just need to get rid of this crybaby and then we'll all be one big happy group.
Jackaboy : what? What crybaby?*
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Mark's POV
"Please! Stop! I don't want to hurt them. Please please please," I sobbed at the persons feet.
His face had a smug look on it, as if he had just accomplished exactly what he had planned. The back of my shirt collar was grabbed. As I was dragged, the sound of chains echoed throughout the cold basement. "Too late. Do as I say or I will kill you sooner and just move right on to all of them instead of only Jack."
He sat me down in a wooden chair. In front of me was a dictionary and a microphone attached to recording devices. "That doesn't want me to listen anymore than before," I reply.
Not even a second later, my head was slammed to the desk and he leaned closer to me. Then, he growled through his teeth, "Do as I say or I'll gut that precious little girlfriend of yours right now."
Tears hit against the wood. Do I have a choice? I nod in defeat than open the dictionary to start speaking into the microphone when he lets me up.
Continuation from pt 6
"It wasn't even you from that point on. Sometimes it was but most of the time it wasn't."
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Mark Is Online
FanficJack, Amy, and Felix just all got over the death of their close friend, Mark Fischbach. When they go onto his favorite messaging app, HangChat, a weird person starts messaging. Will they be okay?
