Jacksepticeye, Markiplier, displeased Derp SSundee, hmmm, a dash of sass, some grumpiness and a few ships...and lots and lots of confusion. TAH DAH; BOOK IS CREATED - AND WELCOME TO MY MIND! No refunds. <Welcome to the Chaotic Chatroom; enjoy your stay!>

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE DON'T READ THIS IT'S OLD AND CRINGEY I lifted my head, staring around me groggily. My head was throbbing and when I tried to move I found my wrists bound together behind me with rough rope. I began to panic, my pupils dilating in fear when I realised I was surrounded in complete darkness. Suddenly, a door opened and light was shed on me. A figure stood in the doorway, a crazed grin on his face. "Well hello there Ian Stapleton, we've been expecting you." Kidnapped. Tortured. His captor is clinically insane, playing with his emotions and mind like toys. Somehow, Ian still finds himself drawn to the crazy creature who doesn't even seem human. No one is born insane, something terrible often happens to them. So what happened to Derp SSundee, and why is Ian in love with the person who laughs at his pain? Perhaps he's not all he seems...after all...Stockholm Syndrome can be a strange, strange thing... Uncontrollable. Passionate. Love.