GiveMeBleachPls
Days raked through his skin. Every moment he was reminded of the argument with his friend that lead to them loosing connection. They stopped making colabs, skyping, hell, even mentioning each other. The slightly short Irishman missed his old friend, but did nothing to fix the problem they had both created together.
People starting asking what happened, and yet, they wouldn't- no - couldn't, say. It hurt to much to even force out the words. He became less energetic, worrying even his fans. But he couldn't tell them. It was as if he was...
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Hi everyone! This is my first Septiplier fanfic, so it's probably gonna be bad, and off personality, but I'm trying. Please don't hate on me. Constructive criticism encouraged!
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Jack: Jacksepticeye on YouTube
Mark: Markiplier on YouTube.