You just arrived at your new apartment in L.A. and are waiting for your favorite YouTuber, Markiplier, to upload, but when his videos are late and you hear a crash from next door, you never would have guessed who you're living next to... Romance is blooming, but it isn't all tiny boxes and rainbows. The Internet is a VERY unforgiving place. Especially for a Girliplier...

This is teenage clash story... Hello class i want to meet ZOE,AYA,HAZEL and IRENE oh hello boys i introudus you JOHN,MINHO,MIKKO,CHONWA and RJ thanks for coming boys and girls lets have a seet,,were have a reviu in science ok..Yes mam,ok.. boys:Guys we have a plan to the girls ok ,,yes yeees ok this is the plan when the girls away lets give them the oil in there seetss..Ok,,yeees... girls:Boys have a plan ok this is the plan ok let gives them oil i there seets ok...but theres have that seets i now whene the boys was gone lets oil there seets,ok... Whene the boys is gone the girls gives oil in there seets.. girls:Yes yes yes Whene the girls gone boys gives oil the there seets,... boys:Yes yes yes tomorrow.. lets seets ,,oh yuck what the fact... Inow who is it you boys you fucket me.. No i am not fuck girls because u are fucket me,,.. live it me ,,live it me boys.. hey must u live it me girls because this my school.. Hey this my school.. Common boys.. to be continued

"He kissed the girl he doesn't love and watched the girl he loves, hurting."

Being in the mansion is tough, ben being a pervert, jeff being a cry baby about losing, and the MISSIONS but when a friend you haven't seen comes along...the world changes and things don't seem that bad until later on

Slendy needs more Creepypastas. So he takes Splendy's advice and makes a summer camp to train some chosen kids to become Creepypastas. He sends out letters to the chosen kids to tell them that they have been chosen. You live with your little brother and abusive father. What happens when you get one of the letters and you have to go to Camp Creepypasta. I don't own the Creepypastas or the pictures (unless I draw them).