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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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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