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Chapter Eight: Moose Man(WARNING!!!! BEFORE READING, MAKE SURE YOU'RE LISTENING TO PAYPHONE BY MAROON 5. IT ADDS MORE EMOTION AND CHARACTER TO THIS CHAPTER. THANK YOU.)
Even though it was raining outside, I decided to go after her. I needed her. She is my air, the reason why I now love waking up in the mornings.
I grabbed my hoodie, locked the door, and decided to check the park. Reaching in my pocket, I grabbed my cell and called her.
“Please, come home...”
I felt my phone vibrate again.
“It’s him again, probably.. I should just ignore it.”
A strange feeling from my gut told me that I should answer it.
“What do you want? Isn’t tearing my heart up into pieces enough for you?” I cried, walking out of the bar so I wouldn’t have everyones attention on me.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t know you loved me. I am not some dirt bag that uses women. I swear, she come on to me. She unzipped, rubbed up against me a
Chapter One: Holy Balls (Markiplier X Reader)I had been living with my parents up until I turned twenty. Going to college to get my Masters in Game Programming. My brother practically raised me when I was younger to love games. All games in fact.
Then came the day my parents kicked me out of the house. I moved out to my sisters big house out in West Tulsa until I graduated college, which was only a couple of more years. Now, I know you’re all wondering, “why game programming?”. My brother actually didn’t give me the idea to go through with this. It wasn’t Bethesda or Rockstar either. It was Youtube. I loved watching PewDiePie, CryaoticMonki, Yamimash, Tobuscus and CinnamonToastKen... but it wasn’t until three years ago, that I had gotten into MarkiplierGAME.
Here I am, sitting in my sisters window room, (which had been turned into my temporary bedroom), browsing around on my Mac for more codes for textures and skins for my next horror game that I was creating for a class project at UAT. I had f
UPDATE?!Sorry, I've been a recluse for a week but I'M BACK. I didn't have a lot to update on here so here is a small update!
My school has clubs now, which started last Friday, and I am in the Creative Writing club and Zombie Defense Club (bad ass, right?) The other clubs my school has are as followed:
Archery, Yoga, Japanese, Chinese, Poetry Slam, World History, EOIs, Science Fiction, Photography, and a lot of others I forgot.
Also, I ADDED CHAPTER THIRTEEN TO THE MARK X READER STORY. I'm trying to finish Chapter Fourteen, so no cliff hanger.
Chapter Thirteen: A Machine For PigsAmnesia Rose Fischbach, daughter of Mark Edward Fischbach. As soon as she turned eighteen, she moved out of our house to continue a career. Gaming? Writing? Culinary? No. Not even close.
Amnesia has a darkness erupting inside of her mind. I’m proud that she has found something that interests her, but I’m scared of it.
Amnesia Rose Fischbach, my daughter, owns a slaughter house. Not just any slaughterhouse. A pig slaughterhouse. Underneath the ground, she created it herself. All of the meat is hers unless someone wants to purchase a pound of bacon or sausage. Some people, though… Are never seen after they walk down to her headquarters.
It scares Mark and I to think that she’s killing people. She lives next door to us, so of course I watch when people walk down to the cellar outside and never return sometimes. I always see it when I’m washing dishes. Maybe they didn’t buy from her, not a good reason to slaughter them.
“Mark, I think Amnesia has
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