The Grim Reaper (Markiplier AU)

The Grim Reaper (Markiplier AU)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jun 8, 2017
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**ON TEMPORARY HIATUS** He had bright red hair on top of his head, the brown going around the sides and the back. He wore glasses that fit his face perfectly, and a jawline that could cut glass. His skin was tan; not like someone who sunbathed frequently, but like he went outside often. He wore a brown aviators jacket, brown leather with white fluff as the collar. His eyes were the most shocking part about him; they were as black as night. Not a single speck of white anywhere within them. Just black, empty orbs that gave off an eerie vibe. You didn't know what to think of the man in front of you; he didn't tell you his name, where he came from, what was happening. He was cryptic as all hell, but you couldn't help but be intrigued. But was it worth it? (I like to call this AU Reaperplier. Includes strong language and sexual content. Some heavy themes too. Read at your own risk. THIS IS A SLOWBURN STORY. EXPECT THINGS TO BE TAKEN IN LONG, SLOW STRIDES. IF I GET ANY DAMN COMMENTS ABOUT HOW THIS IS A MARK X READER STORY, I WILL PERSONALLY HUNT YOU DOWN AND FIGHT YOU)
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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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