I guess this is now a bandwagon?
(Small background; My 8th grade school punished phone usage with a 3 hour detention before school.)
My.. unusual imagination picked off with me sitting in my 8th grade English classroom, bored out of my mind. There was no work assigned to us, for whatever reason. I pull my phone out of my musical sweatshirt (earbuds in sleeves, wires in sweatshirt) and began setting a track of music to listen to. Before I could finish, a man who I'd never seen before asked me why I was on my phone. I lightly whistled and started to slide my phone into my pocket, as some teachers would let it slide if you immediately stopped what you were doing. This guy didn't though, and my English teacher came by and snatched up my phone.
The next thing I know, the guy is suddenly Markiplier. He walks in, introducing himself much like Mickey Mouse, just replacing the "It's me, Mickey Mouse" with "Markiplier here". The class turns into a Markiplier fangirling session, filled with "MARKIMOO!" and "Can his looks get me pregananant?" I looked in astonishment at how dedicated these peeps were to Markimoo. He then walked around and gave everyone an autograph, other than me.
Things went fuzzy, but things escalated to him calling me a loser, then everyone in the room became either (rl drama queen/enemy here) (Friend/Enemy with drama queen). They all pointed and laughed at me, telling me to kill myself.
At that point, I was awoken by my phone. That dream felt so real though...
(Small background; My 8th grade school punished phone usage with a 3 hour detention before school.)
My.. unusual imagination picked off with me sitting in my 8th grade English classroom, bored out of my mind. There was no work assigned to us, for whatever reason. I pull my phone out of my musical sweatshirt (earbuds in sleeves, wires in sweatshirt) and began setting a track of music to listen to. Before I could finish, a man who I'd never seen before asked me why I was on my phone. I lightly whistled and started to slide my phone into my pocket, as some teachers would let it slide if you immediately stopped what you were doing. This guy didn't though, and my English teacher came by and snatched up my phone.
The next thing I know, the guy is suddenly Markiplier. He walks in, introducing himself much like Mickey Mouse, just replacing the "It's me, Mickey Mouse" with "Markiplier here". The class turns into a Markiplier fangirling session, filled with "MARKIMOO!" and "Can his looks get me pregananant?" I looked in astonishment at how dedicated these peeps were to Markimoo. He then walked around and gave everyone an autograph, other than me.
Things went fuzzy, but things escalated to him calling me a loser, then everyone in the room became either (rl drama queen/enemy here) (Friend/Enemy with drama queen). They all pointed and laughed at me, telling me to kill myself.
At that point, I was awoken by my phone. That dream felt so real though...
