People move away for a lot of reasons. Jobs, dreams, better weather... A fresh start...
I knew my problems wouldn't just go away with another new city. But maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't have to face them alone.
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Update: I wrote this in 2014, publishing again so me and my friends can see writing growth.
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Update: This fanfic is now finished. I was going to add a last chapter to wrap things up but it's been months and the fire I had for this project has died down and been reincarnated in another fic I'm working on. But I love this story dearly and hope you enjoy it too!
***PLEASE READ***
This is my first published fanfiction, and although it's not exactly your run-of-the-mill romance story, I am genuinely happy with how it's going. This is "You Can Trust Me," a Markiplier fanfic, and it has a general trigger warning for abuse, sexual assault, and some mental illnesses such as P.T.S.D. and depression. There will be mostly "fluff," but some adult themes will be implied as the story progresses.
I do not own Markiplier, his name sake or any form of content that is his alone. I only own my work of fiction, and my imagination.
Enjoy~
"Tonight was about friends. Tonight was about fun. Finishing your drink, you laughed and followed the others to the poker table. Yes, tonight was definitely going to be fun."
After receiving an invite to Poker Night, you head to Markiplier Manor for a night of fun and reuniting with old friends as well as making new ones. However, things take an unexpected twist once morning comes. You, along with all your friends, are thrust into a race against the clock to solve this murder mystery before the killer strikes again. Nobody is safe, and nobody can be trusted.
[This story will start by following the Who Killed Markiplier? storyline, but will eventually stray until most of it is different and new. I am writing this because I have fallen in love with literally every character and I need a fanfic but there aren't any lengthy ones out yet, so here I am. Updates might be frequent, or they might be painfully slow, it all depends on my work schedules and my motivation. Feel free to point out any grammatical, spelling, or punctuation errors. Thank you all for reading my story and I hope you enjoy!]