Everything Has A Dark Side - A Septiplier Fan Fiction (No longer writing)

Everything Has A Dark Side - A Septiplier Fan Fiction (No longer writing)

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"Take a seat!" I walked past her desk and out the door. The adrenaline rush was amazing. 'Why didn't I do that earlier?' I chuckled to myself and walked out the front doors, but instead of going to the road to walk home, I walked into the forest. I tried to stop myself but I couldn't stop walking towards the forest. "What the Fuck!?" I suddenly just stopped. In the middle of the forest. I was suddenly pushed up against a tree, but this time I was sure something was holding me against it. I tried to move. "Don't move Jack!" Who the hell was that?! "Let me go!" I finally turned around only to see a familiar face. "Mark?....."
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It was dark and ominous. The wall you pressed yourself upon was cool and dank. A rancid smell reached your nostrils, making you gag. It was the stench of death. Something horribly wet and sticky dribbled down your back, gliding along your spine. You startle, reaching a hand back and swiping up some on your fingers. You bring them close to your face, squinting to see. It was a dark, crimson liquid, viscous like syrupy honey. In horror, you realize it was blood. You spin around and back up, discovering more of the life blood splattered over the wall, conveying a message. Terrified but unable to help your curiosity, you peer closely, trying to translate. We're coming for you. Almost there. "We're here." PS, all the art (unless I say so) belongs to me. *The cover is not mine!*

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