Stole 6 logs of wood from the neighbor's pile under the cover of 8pm #AHeistWithMarkiplier
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Oh this is it ;;w;; This is weawwy it ;;w;; This is going to change ouw wives fowevew.
They gotta be awound hewe somewhewe.
You'we wight - you knyow what? You'we wight ;;w;; But we nyeed to spwit up... cuvw mowe gwound.
That's a gweat idea- I wuv that idea ;;w;;
Nyow, stick to the pwan, and you'ww be just finye. But if you deviate fwom it fow even a singwe moment..... i won't come back fow you. Okay? Good wuck ^w^
You!
You, wight in the eyes òwó
You.
I hope you'we happy.
Pawtnyew - Pawtnyew.
Watch youw head.
Best fwiend.
Twaitow.
So much twoubwe. Aww fow something so smaww.
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Tumblr Songs #1 Who Killed Markiplier Part 2
2. Friends on The Other Side (618 words)
I would highly suggest you read the other parts if you haven’t already
CW! Strong Language
TW! - Mentions of Blood, Attempted Suicide
Another golden hue has now turned into ink as the hollow man’s mind becomes influenced by thoughts he wouldn’t dare of enacting.
Yet someone, or rather some thing, has other ideas.
The red candle wax is dripping onto his bedside cabinet, looking much like...
He refuses to go down this road. He would recover just fine from this event, just fine. Who is he kidding? he would never recover from such a traumatic incident.
He hadn't spoken to anyone for weeks and he liked it that way, Isolated and alone. He hasn’t slept in weeks and his social interactions are next to nothing. What other things could she had possibly wanted? He had money galore and yet she still wasn’t satisfied.
It’s not your fault, you’re the Victim here.
He is, isn’t he? One of his best friends, a man he trusted and would have done anything for, took everything away from him.
Anger starts to creep in, replacing his melancholic behaviour as his thoughts of his best friend turn sour. If He hadn’t of stepped in, he would still be with the love of his life! It was all of his fault. Hell! Both of them put him in this dreadful state and it isn’t his fault that she decided to become a whore.
But she deserves to be... no.
Again! She shouldn’t be the victim here. He’s the Victim.
I’m your only true friend here, the Mayor never helped you. After all the things you’ve done for him.
it’s not fair is it?
Is He thinking this? he must be! Yes, the pathetic Pansy has never helped him out with anything! he had made him who he was today and THIS is how he repays him!?
He’s surrounded by people who he thought were his friends. Some friends they turned out to be.
But, how to do it?
Standing up from his untouched bed, he paces out of his chambers into his grand Study, the unkept Cigar Robe that was clinging onto his dishevelled shoulders glides behind him, like a flamboyant cape down a wide corridor.
The red candles follow and flicker as the man sits at his desk, the shadows are enclosed around him like an eager crowd, whilst his mind is fogged with the daunting methods of self-infliction.
He writes down the abominable list. They said this would work, and they, whoever they are, were his only friend.
Once you do this, you will have everything you ever wanted and more... They will grovel before your feet... just think about it.
It was at this moment that the mind of a hollow man was now the mind of a corrupted one.
The Balcony windows are thrown right open and the visible, and invisible, silhouettes are elongated upon the cold floor.
He steps out and is met with a myriad of stars, subconsciously signalling to him that there was another way to handle this. The little lights flicker and cast a beautiful blanket over the ink and it felt almost, surreal. He smiles and his weighted eyes feel light once more. He chuckles, the stars almost look like pieces of glass...
Glass. The photograph on the carpet.
One foot.
Two feet. His Robe fully stretching out behind him like a pair of devilled wings.
Jump.
He wakes up on the ground and turns his greasy head back up at the sky. There was no more stars. He has done it, and a gleaming grin spreads upon his bloodied face.
What else could he try?
And with that, he stands up with a curdling crunch and confidently strides back into his Mansion. He has nothing left to lose thanks to his Friends.
On the Other Side.
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