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The Assistant - Chapter One.

SUMMARY: You just recently landed a new job working with a group of strange (and nearly identical) men. You thought it would be a normal assistant job…boy, were you wrong.

WORD COUNT: 1,111 (lmao)

WARNINGS: None.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey everyone! This is my brand new series about Markiplier’s egos. It’s a sort of choose your own adventure, so at the end there will be a poll on what decision the main character will make. Please read, reblog if you like, and vote!

To say you were nervous was an extreme understatement.

You were twenty-three, fresh out of college with your bachelor’s in journalism, and it had taken you a while to find a steady job that paid well and was willing to take students with little experience. Now that you had, you were starting to wish you had just taken that promotion at McDonald’s when you were twenty and let your dreams be dreams.

You’d already gotten the job, but you could feel anxiety bubbling up in your chest nonetheless. Your job would be to manage roughly eight men (which was not your dream, to say the least), and just keep them all on track. It paid fifteen dollars an hour, so you settled.

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roxilalonde

power move: put the fbi agent watching you through a series of endurance tests. stay awake for 72 hours. put obscene images over your webcam. chew gum really loudly next to your mic. they may have wiretaps but by god they won’t have peace

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spiletta42

And most importantly, keep calling them FBI agents, that’s what’ll really grind on those NSA agents’ nerves.

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friend who has read receipts on: *reads my message at 8:00 and still hasnt replied at 8:02*
me: i get it. nothing ive ever said has or ever will matter to you. i understand now how foolish i was to think our chats were pertinent, important, significant to you. i hope you have a nice rest of your life because i am finished with these mind games.
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The Assistant - Chapter One.

SUMMARY: You just recently landed a new job working with a group of strange (and nearly identical) men. You thought it would be a normal assistant job...boy, were you wrong.

WORD COUNT: 1,111 (lmao)

WARNINGS: None.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey everyone! This is my brand new series about Markiplier’s egos. It’s a sort of choose your own adventure, so at the end there will be a poll on what decision the main character will make. Please read, reblog if you like, and vote!

To say you were nervous was an extreme understatement.

You were twenty-three, fresh out of college with your bachelor’s in journalism, and it had taken you a while to find a steady job that paid well and was willing to take students with little experience. Now that you had, you were starting to wish you had just taken that promotion at McDonald’s when you were twenty and let your dreams be dreams.

You’d already gotten the job, but you could feel anxiety bubbling up in your chest nonetheless. Your job would be to manage roughly eight men (which was not your dream, to say the least), and just keep them all on track. It paid fifteen dollars an hour, so you settled.

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