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It had all started one morning when Jack was at work. He worked as a barista at a coffee shop in his town, and, to be honest, it wasn’t really that interesting. Sure, you had the occasional drama or ‘famous’ person, but even that got boring after a while. So he started drawing when there weren’t many people around. At first it were things like drinks, tables, scenes. Then it slowly became things like...well, things like Markiplier. Markiplier was a youtuber who was nearing 100,000 subscribers. Jack had been there since 100. He loved watching the American and would go home every day looking forward to a new video. He was working on a new sketch when a customer walked in, but he was too distracted to notice.
“Is that Markiplier?”
“Em..yes, it is, actually..”
“It’s really good!”
“Thank ya. Are ya a fan?”
“Yes, a big one, actually,” The customer smiled, “Can I have a cappuccino, please?”
“Sure,” Jack started making the order, noticing how the woman started looking through his sketches in his (Markiplier) sketchpad. “Doesn’t sound like ya come from Ireland.” He attempted to start a conversation to distract his customer, not wanting her to see the….many drawings he’d made of Mark.
“No, I’m from England, staying here for a week. Say, you’re a good drawer, do you have a Tumblr or something?” Well, he'd failed.
“Em, I do, but I don’t use it or anythin’.”
“You should. I’m usually called EngliishShiips on any social media. Double I’s.”
“I’m...em...I’m usually Jacksepticeye. On Tumblr as well, I think.”
“Great, I’ll follow you.” She smiled at it again, paid for her drink and left. Well, that was weird.
Jack sighed. Was he really about to do this? Apparently, he was. Why? He had no idea. Sighing again, Jack posted the sketch of Markiplier he drew.
I'm goin' ta regret this.
Oh, he wasn’t.