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Y/N woke up and threw her long blonde hair into a messy bun. She blinked her sparkling blue orbs in the mirror and sighed beautifully. Everyone at school bullied Y/N, evidently jealous of her, but she'd just left yesterday and had begun her new life.
She had a job interview to get to.
She walked gracefully down the stairs wearing skin tight jeans and a very attractive crop top showing off her FFF cup chest. Her parents had been killed in a car crash 10 years ago so the house was empty and quiet.
On the subway, everyone stared at Y/N due to her ethereal beauty. Even the pair of homosexual 15 year old Chinese boys stopped making out to look. It was so busy, packed with people. Due to her tiny height (3'9"), she was struggling so hard to keep standing up.
When the train took a turn, she dropped her handbag. Y/N was about to bend down, but suddenly her purse was lifted up by a supple, golden-orange hand.
Y/N looked up at the handsome, luminous, glowing adult male in front of her, at least 6'7", his skin was radiant, bright vermillion, the colour of sunset, his hair soft and blonde, wearing a fancy blue suit and red tie.
"You dropped this, beautiful." He said, his voice deep, masculine and raspy, nasal like he knew just how smart he was.
Y/N blushed scarlet. He was handsome, too handsome.
"T-t-t-thank you!" She gasped, taking her purse with shaking hands.
"It's no problem kitten whiskers." He replied.
Behind them, a blonde-haired emo with hexagonal glasses and a guitar strapped to her back gasped in shock, fear and horror at the sight of a straight couple.
"Golly gee that shit's not legal!" She yelled, and the handsome orange man silenced her with a single alpha look with his hunter eyes and Balkan stare.
On the opposite railway line, the very normal individual Max Kaminski was calmly crossing the tracks.
"This is a very lovely normal day." He said. Suddenly a Boeing 747 crashed into the train tracks. In the cockpit was the most famous terrorist force in the entire world - piloting the plane was Greg heffley in full tactical gear, and the Co-pilot was shadow the hedgehog wielding two heavy machine guns and wearing a ww1 iron helmet. Momo Yaoyorozu and senan were sat on the right wing, firing grenades into the forest, and bean and Suleman were on the left throwing out passengers.
"AHHHHHHH THIS IS NOT A NORMAL DAY!" He yelled in absolute fear and shock as the plane smashed towards him.
Just as he thought the end was near, a heavenly light blasted from the sky. A holy figure descended and extended a hand, diverting the 747 effortlessly. Max squinted through the light and saw, the one and only true divine being;
Markiplier.
"Max, the universe needs you." He said in an echoing, godly voice. "Law by Mike needs you."
Greg heffley climbed out the front window of the plane in shock.
"God is here!" He yelled, and fell to his knees in reverence.
The terrorist force all knelt, bowing their heads in the mighty presence of Mark I. Plier.
Then, in a sudden ray of light, max was beamed up to the heavens.
The terrorists looked up at the sky in awe and confusion. When the blinding golden light disappeared, they were too amazed to continue flying the plane.
The train on the track that had been advancing towards them ground to a halt.
A handsome orange man, petite cutesy Y/N, an alpha CEO and a Russian trophy wife, the emo guitarist from earlier and Barack Obama all hopped out of the first car.
"What is this?" Asked the trophy wife, looking at the crashed plane and scorch mark in the ground from Markiplier's holy light.
Yaoyorozu shakily pointed to the sky.
"God descended. He beamed up the chosen one." She gasped.
"God?" The CEO growled in his tuff deep voice.
"The mighty markiplier has spoken." Said Greg heffley, pointing a Kalashnikov assault rifle at the ceo. "Do not question his word."
"WHOA!" Yelled the guitarist.
"Shut up dishwasher." Said the handsome orange man.
Shadow aimed his machine guns towards the living tangerine.
"Disrespect upon holy land will not be tolerated, Donald." He said, and promptly blasted him away.
"WHOA! THANKS!" The guitarist said, with joy in her voice.
Y/N felt tears of blood grow in her blue orbs.
"Y-y-you killed my true love..." she whispered.
Bean gasped.
"Meow meow meow meow." He meowed.
"So true." Greg heffley muttered, rubbing a tear from his eye.
"NOBODY CARES THAT HE WAS MURDERED? MY ONE AND ONLY? HOW COULD YOU?" Y/N screamed, pointing a quivering finger at shadow.
"Skill isssue." He shrugged, nonchalantly. Y/N's eyes turned red with anger. She unlocked her super saiyan alpha beta sigma powers.
"Oh golly gee." Said the guitarist. A shockwave blasted everyone.
Everywhere in the world, the true extent of Y/N's powers were felt. It ravaged a mighty storm upon the planet, unleashing hell's true fury. A tree probably fell over, and it might have rained a bit somewhere. The terrorists used this as an opportunity to climb back into the plane and smash the train off the tracks to take off.
"STOP THEM!" Y/N yelled in anger.
It was far too late.
Obama put on a pair of mirrored black sunglasses and lit a cigarette.
"What are you doing?" Asked Elmo, who was one of the passengers that had been thrown out of the plane onto the tracks.
Everyone waited in silence as he pulled a tuff iPhone 6 or 7 (SEE HEIDI OBAMA HAS ONE) out of his pocket and dialled a number.
"Joe, it worked." He said nonchalantly.
Everyone gasped in fear, shock and horror.
"OBAMA AND BIDEN ARE WORKING TOGETHER!" Rodrick heffley shouted, crawling out from beneath the bridge.
"THEYRE WORKING WITH THE TERRORIST FORCE!" Gasped Pepe the king prawn, who didn't come from anywhere but Emily wanted me to add him so ig he fell from the sky.
"Let's not make assumptions." Said Obama in his sigma mango mango voice.
He then pulled a jetpack out of his pocket (he's got obamagic) and flew away.