Fight For You Markiplier x Reader
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"Hey everyone! It's Y/n again.... I... I don't know how many of you guys are still watching, but I hope you're all alright. Um, it's been getting harder to find internet connection recently due to the zombies breaking all the shit, so I don't know when my videos will be going up anymore, but I promise I will-" I start to choke on the lump in my throat and the tears that trail down my pale complexion, "p-post and I will not break this promise, and to all you fellow YouTubers out there stay strong, because at the end of the storm, there will always be a rainbow, a rainbow with Warfstaches, Septic Eyes-" I chuckle, but my smile soon drops "shit low on battery... That's all for now, But know that I will always fight for you guys and I'll see you in the next one, later." I sigh and fall to the ground in tears as I clutch my bleeding hand, but then I hear a groan.
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