DING DONG!
Mark's POV -
That must be Cry! I pondered myself from that, but when I entered the door I saw Pewds, Ken, and Cry was standing at the entrance all together.
"Wow!" I was surprised, "come in!" I opened the door more for make way for the boys as they came in with leers across his face.
"Thanks, man! Shall we get started?" Cry asked me after he shots his glimpse at my brown eyes.
"Sure thing! Just set the snacks in place, I just got the console started." I responded as I turned on the Wii-U putting on Super Mario Maker.
As the game got on the menu screen, no option was being clicked by his controller, but instead CinnamonToastKen glimped at Mark in confusion. He was at his phone looking through his Twitter.
"Get the game started, Mark! We are waiting patiently for our turns!" Ken turned to me as he said his sentence of words before he turned back to the television, sitting by the front of Pewds's bed he is sitting on across from me.
"Oh that's right! I'm honorably sorry for my disturbance." I apologized deeply inside after I closed and locked my phone before I started going to the game and picked out a level that my friends picked.
End of Mark's POV
At Mark's curtains, an Irish adult man with green hair and a black and white fluffy winter hat with a blue sweater, blue eyes, paled skin with sleeves up to his elbow-caps stalking the American playing a hard level that he played once on his Super Mario Maker videos without any witnesses
"Mark... right...?" The Irish questions to himself with a small quiet whisper as he smirked at Mark. But when he looked down, he sees two boys including the Swedish on the floor by together watching them. (Pewds was on the floor before the Irish man looked out of Mark's/Irish man's curtain)
"Oh my, my, you have some guests that you invited?" Jack said to himself that the boys didn't hear a peep, including Mark. "What great friends you've got." He said sarcastically with a seducing voice.
As Pewds got up as the Irishman witnessing the Swedish man leaning close to Mark almost in for a kiss. But for real, Pewds was trying to tell him something, the Irishman's head started to twitch with his eyes full of horror and anger.
"Tell me how much you love him, PewDiePie." Jack closed his curtains slowly and turns back his body with his back facing the curtains with his back. Clutching his fists into knuckles taking insanity deep breaths multiple times, but he finally calms down for a moment as he thought of something...
What would Jack do! WHAT IS GOING TO DO WITH PEWDS?!
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See you my septic-friends in the next chaptar! xD
- MelyrraaRW
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The Stalker Next Door // Yandere Septiplier
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