OliTheShrimp

Jack and Mark were on Skype unpacking boxes. They laughed as they went through the boxes of their childhood. "Look at what I found Jack!" Mark holds up an old baseball. Jack smiles. "That looks really cool man!" Jack rummages through his box and pulls out a picture. "What's this?" Jack examines it as he slowly walks back to the computer. "What'd you find Jack?" Mark asks as he walks closer to his computer. "I found an old picture from high school? When I was in America?" Jack stared at the picture confused and looked back at Mark. His eyes widened as he looked back at the picture. "What the fuck." "What's the picture Jack?" Mark asks, really

Jack and Mark were on Skype unpacking boxes. They laughed as they went through the boxes of their childhood. "Look at what I found Jack!" Mark holds up an old baseball. Jack smiles. "That looks really cool man!" Jack rummages through his box and pulls out a picture. "What's this?" Jack examines it as he slowly walks back to the computer. "What'd you find Jack?" Mark asks as he walks closer to his computer. "I found an old picture from high school? When I was in America?" Jack stared at the picture confused and looked back at Mark. His eyes widened as he looked back at the picture. "What the fuck." "What's the picture Jack?" Mark asks, really

"Man..it was nice of Mark to let us stay at his house instead of some shady hotel, eh Jack?" "Yeah. It sure is!" The Irishman chuckled as you both climbed up the stairs of Mark's house, entering the open living room area. Sleeping bags and pillows were tucked under your arms, as unfortunately he didn't have any beds to spare, but you reassured him that was okay. You all had just gotten back from your first day at PAX in L.A, where you met tons of fans, answered questions they had, and received many hugs and gifts. All in all it was the best day of your life. But when you and Jack started discussing what hotel you should stay at, Mark quic

"Dark? You in here? Wilford's been looking for you." You carefully placed a hand on the cold, black door, surprised to see that it was partially open. Under normal circumstances, entering Dark's quarters without his permission was a death sentence. But when you were greeted by total silence, you really had no choice. Earlier today, Wilford and Bim ran to you in a panic, explaining that they were just messing around with their reality-warping abilities and magic...and somehow Dark got caught in the crossfire and was turned into something. But he vanished before they could catch a glimpse at him. So here you were, on the search for the elder

"Hey, Anti? Could you come here for a moment?" "What?" The glitch grumbled as he stepped inside of the magician's room, closing the door on his way in. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Marvin sitting on his bed, open spellbook in lap. His lips were moving, but he was silent as though he was trying to pronounce something. "I haven't got all fuckin' day, Marv." "A-Ah! Yes, yes," Marvin quickly looked up at him and jumped to his feet, book still in hand. "Would you mind volunteering for a new spell I've-" "No. I ain't bein' your fuckin' guinea pig again," Anti scoffed, turning on his heel and walking towards the door. "I'm sure ye can find so

For some time now, you were happily chatting with the two Bing androids whose creators were none other than Mark’s and Jack’s. Of course you knew that Bingsepticeye was simply a fan-made creation, one that was barely even acknowledged by the Irishman, and yet there was enough belief in him that made him capable of existing. Even though he had some flaws and had a few missing pieces, such as his eye being black as opposed to blue, and his leg being partially incomplete, with his internal wiring being exposed and giving him a slight limp in his step….he was still polite, friendly, and reliable. And then there was Bingiplier,

Now..you weren't expecting to celebrate the new year with these sorts of people. But here you were, surrounded by the dark egos of your friends, who were all hooping and hollering as the clock struck midnight. Yet you smiled, clinking glasses of champagne with Natemare. "Glad you decided to celebrate the new year with us losers?" The singer chuckled as he downed his drink. You nodded in response. "Yep. New year, new ways to take over your creator's channel?" "That's the plan, sugar." He grinned. For a few minutes or so, you and him simply talked about various things, and soon enough Infelix was roped into the conversation. The maniacal l