LesterFester

    "He's mine now!" you hear a dark figure say, sounding similar to a glitch of sorts.    "What do you mean?" you reply, backing away from the mysterious figure, "Where's my sean?!"    The figure steps forward, revealing themselves. He looked exactly like sean. For the most part. His neck was covered in blood and his eyes were black holes completely lacking any emotion. He steps closer to you, taking your arms and using them to pin you against the wall. "Oh, him?" he says, cackling a bit. "He's my prisoner now my dear..."    "Who are you?!" you shout, trying to set yourself free    "I'm Antisepticeye, darling. And I'm here to stay."

“Mark!” Jack called, bursting into the living room. “Hm?” Mark questioned, “What’s wrong?” Jack pulled the other on the couch and sat next to him. “Time for a history lesson!” “What in the living hell do you mean?” the red head raised an eyebrow, looking at Jack like he was insane. The Irishmen smiled, throwing his arms in the air. “We’re gonna learn about July fourth!” “Oh Jesus Christ not again.” “YES AGAIN!” Jack insisted, getting up and grabbing a white board. Using a red marker, he drew little stick men and pointed to them. &

    It’s 3 AM and Dan’s awake still editing a video. He felt his stomach growl, so he decided to go grab a bowl of cereal. Walking to the kitchen, Dan opened the cabinet and grabbed his favorite cereal. He then closed the cabinet and went to go get a bowl, but he bumped in to something. Rubbing his eyes, the Brit saw what that “Something.” was. “Phil! What in the bloody fuck are you doing up at this hour!” Phil hung his head in shame, shedding a tear. “I killed Dil..” Dan screamed, dropping the cereal box and shaking the other like a rag doll. “YOU WHAT?” “I-I-I...”

“Y/N! C’MON!” Sean shouted from his room while setting up his camera, “LIVESTREAMS’ ABOUT TO START!” “COMING!” You yelled, dashing into Sean’s room and jumping on his bed. Sean walked over to the bed, laying beside you and moving your H/C hair behind your ear. “What am I gonna do with you, Y/N?” he said flirtatiously as he smirked and softly kissed your lips. You blushed, giggling and turning away from him. “You’re so lame, I swear.” “Alright, alright enough fooling around. We have fans waiting.” Sean pulled you up from his bed and carried

“Sean I can’t skate!” Mark yelled, grabbing on to the metal bars behind him to hold himself up. “What was that Makimoo?” Sean asked. He was skating backwards with no effort at all. His movements were fluid and quick. Almost identical to a professional “YOU HEARD ME SHOW OFF MCGEE! I CAN’T SKATE!” Mark boomed, causing everyone to stop and stare. Sean skated over, grabbing Mark’s hands and pulling him forward. “I’ll teach you.” “W-What?” Mark looked up at Sean, trying his hardest to stop shaking. “You heard me. Now watch your foot work and move as car