^just thought id share that^

SUP BISHES IM BACK

YEAH I WROTE THIS IN SCHOOL WADDUP 

I HAVE TO COMPELETE MY PSYCOLOGY ANIMATION BUT WHATEVEH

I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT YOU GUYS R DA BEST

INGOY YOU LOVLY BISH

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I wake up from whatever I was doing, feeling something wet under me. When I open my left eye, I realize that I was knocked out on the floor, the liquid under me is a puddle of my own blood. I slowly get up from my position, ignoring the familiar pain all over my body. The place I am in is so dark, but I can tell it's my basement. Finally, I set up and search for my phone, my eyes almost start to water when I see it across the place.

I have to text Mark. What if he's worried about me? What if he's hurt? Is he really coming to Ireland? I can't let that happen, Phil would beat the shit out of him! With these thoughts, I crawl my way towards my precious device. My eyes widen when I read the texts on me and Mark's conversation on What's App.

JackSepticEye: Dude, don't come here.

Markiplier: y u no have faiht on meh?

Markiplier: ive been workgin out

Markiplier:  ims tornger tahn ever!!!!

JackSepticEye: Look.

JackSepticEye: I've been lying.

Markiplier: wdym?

JackSepticEye: I made Phil up.

JackSepticEye: I'm not in a relationship

JackSepticEye: I just wanted to sound cool

JackSepticEye: I can't believe you're so stupid.

Markplier: phil

Markiplier: get of f his phomn

JackSepticEye: But I'm not Phil...?

Mark's POV

Of course I don't believe him. It's obvious. This spelling is way too good. He'd never call me 'dude' unless he's joking. He texted first, which never happened before. Imagining it is Phil, I punch the punching bag as hard as I can, hoping it will rip off its chains. It has been two days since I've booked a flight, it has been since I've been practicing on this fucking bag(i keep on writing 'nag' instead its so annoying Dx), hoping that, somehow, Phil can feel at least a tiny bit pain.

"Okay Mark, think that's enough for today. You've been doing great these past days, something on your mind?" My couch, Mr. Wharton, places his hand on my shoulder to calm me down. You see, most people expect the couch to be an angry beast who breaks everyone's skull, but really, Mr. Wharton is a small bunny who loves to fight to get his carrot. Don't ask where I got that example.

"I'm fine, couch. I just have a person to destroy, that's all." I smile sweetly and take off my gloves, rubbing the beads of sweat off my head. I jog my way to the changing room to get my phone, praying that Jack texted me somehow. I'm actually quiet nervous about going there. I DON'T EVEN HAVE A PLAN FOR FUCK'S SAKE! I don't even have his address. I don't even know if Bob will come with me. I really need to take a shower.

Right when I get home, I run to the bathroom and start the cold shower, apparently it's good for you. Believe me, it wasn't easy to get myself to do this. I had to close the hot water and let Matthew hide the keys to the basement just for me to start taking these freezing showers. 

Trying to ignore the coldness, I start to think about my little trip to Ireland. I mean- I'm a day away from saving that cute Irish idiot. I'm a day away from meeting the love of my life. Yes. I have a strong crush on Jackaboy and it's KILLING ME. Because, I'm a day away to beat up his boyfriend. I'm a day away to get my ass kicked as well as kicking some ass. I'm a day away from hugging Jack. I'm a day away from seeing Jack. I'm a day away to be Jack's hero. I'm 24 hours away to kiss-

DING. 

MY PHONE.

I jump out of the shower and slippery run to my living room. pleasebeJackpleaseveJackpleasebeJackpleasebeJackpleaseveJackpleasebeJack. I feel my heart melt when I realize it's just Bob.

Myskurm: hey

Markiplier: what

Myskurm: wow

Muskurm: someone is in a bad mood

Markiplier: BOB

Myskurm: just wanted to check on you

Markiplier: bye

I roll my eyes and groan. I JUST WANT JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. Is that too much to ask for?

Markiplier: HEY JACKAROONIE

I close my phone, because I know he's never gonna answer.

DING.

I SWEAR TO GOD IF THIS IS BOB I'M- oh, it's just Jack.

JackSepticEye: hey markimoo!

JackSepticEye: Can you pick me up from the airport?

Markiplier: sure!

I sigh, a little trip to the airport isn't gonna hurt anyone, I am going there tomorrow anyway. I walk back to the bathroom and dry my body. Wearing a plain blue shirt and jeans, I dry my pink-soon blue-hair, wondering what it would feel like when I finally land on Ireland. I haven't got out of the house to get a nice, tiny, trip in a long time, so I guess picking Jack from the airport will be fine...

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Wait...

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Markiplier: WAIT

Markiplier: WHAT

I AM EVIL

i hate cliffhangers as much as the other guy but YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSS

WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS?????!??!?!?

BUE