Markiplier X Jacksepticeye X Reader (On Hold)
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Last published Mon, Jun 13, 2016
Hi my name is April, April Fischbach. Yes I am related to the doufus Next to me. ~Hey Im not a doufus!~ Anyway you are going to see the story through my eyes and some parts you will get someone elses prospective also the irish dweeb next to Mark is Jack. -Yay Im a dweeb, wait HEY!!!!!!!!!-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG JACK THAT WAS SO FUCKING FUNNY!!! Also yea there is going to be alot of swearing and at some points there might be guy on guy action. But hopefully you guys like it. Guys what are you doing? -~uh nothing.~- Guys I said I would do this later but oh well. I will see you guys in this magical book.
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