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Reversed -Septiplier-

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Reads 57,062
Votes 3,218
Parts 24
Time 1h 28m

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fanfiction fictie jack jackiplier jacksepticeye joycebellie kidnap kidnapping mark markiplier school sean septiplier stockholm stockholmsyndrom syndrome trap

Jack was in school, the hours were slowly passing by. Finally the bell rang and Jack was outside pretty quickly. He walked home, but never arrived. He got kidnapped.
      
      Jack woke up in a dark room. He couldn't see anything because of his blindfold, but he heared 2 voices. They scared him, he wanted to run, but he was tied up.
      
      Then he heard loud knocks and a screaming voice, he tought he was saved. But when he heard the voice come inside, he recognized it. And he knew he wouldn't be save, yet.All Rights Reserved

fanfiction fictie jack jackiplier jacksepticeye joycebellie kidnap kidnapping mark markiplier school sean septiplier stockholm stockholmsyndrom syndrome trap

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