Bounty: Mark Underwell (Dead or Dead)

*BANGBANGBANG*

"Eat my huge, gigantic, ASS!" I was so screwed. 6 months of hitaus hasn't treating me PRETTY WELL. Where was I? I DIDN'T KNOW JACKSHIT. I was nearly forgotten, nearly killed, and nearly been raped by THEM. THEM, I mean-

"GET BACK HERE MARK!" "I'M COMING FOR YA FATASS!" "GET HIM GET HIM!"

THEM, which were a group of people too fucking pissed beyond salvation that want to eradicate me from existence. The group, consisted of RWBY, some Chinese bullshit manga I forgot to mention, Power Rangers, and faggots.

Ching-chong decided to use his naruhto powers to pin me.

"OCTADIC SMA-" Ching-chinny boy charged up his weebo Chinese magic.

"NOPE!" *SNAP*

In which I cut his ass off by completely twisting his head off 180. I dodged a shot from a sniper away, though the second shot grazed my shoulder. Fucking cunts. Cunty mac motherloving fucking cunty assy pissy bullshit-

A golden blur passed by me before I knew it-

*CRUNCH*

"BASTARD!" Yellow cunt proceeded to shatter my spine before I could react fast enough. I was sent flying before I knew it from the impact. It hurt, a lot. A glimmer of shiny cables twisted around the yellow cunt's neck.

I pulled the cables.

*SHHRRICCK*

"YAAAAANGGGGG!!!!"

FUCK EVERYTHING'S SO FUCKING BRIGHT WHY IS IT SO DAMN SILVER-

"STOP FLASHBANGING ME, CUNT!" *SMASH* I punched the lights out (quite literally) by crushing the Little Red Bitch's skull. I was now all bloody, and RED-

"GAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Two sharp blades punctured through my chest. One rapier and katana. FUCKING, BITCHES! I manifested a glowing red sword and swung like hell. They dodged quickly than I anticipated.

*WRRRRRRR*

"ULTRA POWER BEAM, REEEAADDY!" Five jackasses held a god-honest CANNON directly at my ass. This time I knew I was fucking screwed. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK-

""FIRE!""

"FUACK!" PAIN. SO MUCH PAIN. A RAINBOW WENT THROUGH MY CHEST AND I TASTED THE RAINBOW OF FUCKING PAIN. PAIN. PAINNNNN!!!!

"U-uarrrgh... Urrraghhh...." I had a hole through my chest. I was downed, helpless, and powerless against their mercy. OUCH. Everything really hurt. I'm in danger. HAHAHAH-

"You wanted to die, right?" They said.

What? NO! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!

"Well, YOU GOT YOUR FUCKING WISH, MARK!" NONONONNONONONONO-

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I hate my life.

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"What the fuck. Just happened."

For some reason, he did not feel of superiority of narrating in First-Person View. It was as if he was... powerless. He felt like he was viewed by multiple eyes in disgust, or maybe even horrified from a result...

This feeling haunted him.

It was as if he was transparent. Glass, easily shatterable, but dangerous. This odd feeling sent his spine shivering. He was molested. Twisted apart. Ripped, and separated atom by atom into millions of pieces, then brought back together. Again, and again.

"No, nononono, I can't be done like this... I'm the main character of this stinkin series! I can't be treated like this... right...?"

Silence.

"This can't be happening."

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"This is a joke, right?"

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"Hey, you got me! I'm soooo terrified right now! Let me out, huh?"

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"Hey, the joke's gone long enough."

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"Guys?"

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"This isn't funny."

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"This can't be happening."

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"Let me out."

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"Let. Me. Out. I'm warning you."

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"Let me out, please."

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"LET ME OUT!!!"

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"Ḻ̸͖̦̯͖̹͋̒͝Ȇ̵̯̞̊̄̽͂̍̒̉̚T̶̬̜̘͍͍̣̭̀̅̈́̾̓̒ ̸̩͇̖̹̃͊̀̓͂͑͘M̵̡̡̰̟̰͖͈̲̞͂́̔Ë̵͉͎̹̠̓͆̎̿̆̑̆̒ ̸͎̯͙͔͓̀̑̊ͅO̷̜̭̹͋͑Ù̷̢̝̩̺͍̩͙̘̰͂ͅT̸̡̻̦̖͈̫͖͖̽̽̈́͗̓͐̏͜Ţ̶͚̭͉̝̟̌̀̆͗͛̽̍T̶̜̙̭͌̐͌̏̈"

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"̷̘̲͕̘͙̘̆̑͑̾P̵̳̍͗̅̽͂͒̆̊̀͠L̶͉̱̑Ē̶̡̛͕̬̻̭͎̹̋͗̎͆́͌A̸̙̤̱̔͑̋̿̅̅̓̂̈́S̵̡̧̧̛̜͈͈̈́̈́̓͑̆̆Ȩ̶̠̣̻̻͔̘̠̈́̇.̶̬̩͇͉̥͈̝͗́́̈͑"̶̨̧͍̦̪̠́

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"Ha."

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How long has it been?

Eons?

Existing for eons, just... existing.

Is this hell?

Probably is.

Always has been.

Meme side.

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[AN: Alright, Mark has already been retconned forever, let's get a new MC to the limelight. Got any ideas?]

*I think we should do somthing with Angels and lightsabers.*

[AN: Have you been watching Highschool DxD again?]

*How does make any sense- Bruh.*

[AN: Angel MC, nice nice. With a lightsaber. He will follow the legacy of Skywalker unlike that the Force is Female REY SKYWALKER.]

*Agreed.*

*What about Mark?*

[AN: Aah, leave him. He's just trash. This fanfic was ruined as soon as my hand touched the keyboard and put random shit. Come on, F.]

*Ok.*

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*Hmm.*

*Welp, goodbye Mark.*

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𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵, 𝗻𝗼. 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻.