My neighbor Markiplier

Cookie Dough

        I got up the next morning, and took a shower.  My hair felt all greasy, so I scrubbed it very good.  I then brushed it, then put in a tight bun.  I pulled on dress pants, black hoodie, and green Nikes.  I went down to the coffee shop, and chatted up with the lady behind the counter for a bit.  Then I brought the coffee home, and went on a walk.  I met some fans, and took photos with them.  I then went back home, and saw three of the coffees gone.  I took the last one, and drank it.  The guys were sitting on my couch, and looked over at me when I came in."  You guys doing anything important?"  I asked setting my keys on the counter, and they shook their heads."  You want go get groceries?"  I asked, and they shrugged."  Well Bob and Wade have to get food, and Mark you ran out yesterday.  So that is a yes.  Go get dressed and lets go."  They all got up lazily, and walked out of my apartment.  I grabbed my keys again, and walked out to Mark's car.  I sat in the driver seat waiting for them to get dress.  Once they got into the car, I drove to the grocery store.  The boys were arguing on who could sit in the cart, and I just grabbed a basket.  I walked around looking for food as the boys followed me.  I was just in a cranky mood today for some reason, and was in a fatty mood also.  I got healthy food first, then went to the junk food.  I grabbed chips, Lunchables, pickles, and beef jerky.

        I then passed by the cookie dough, and thought of a good challenge."  Let's do the Cookie Dough Challenge."  I said to Mark, and he looked confused."  What's that?  I've never heard of that challenge?"  I smiled, and put four rolls of cookie dough."  What we do is that we try to eat as much cookie dough of our roll, and whoever eats the most wins." (Do not try this at home, I tried to do it and I almost threw up.)  Mark nodded, and so did the others."  Why don't we make it more interesting.  One who eats the less has to buy dinner if we're still hungry."  We shook on it, and we bought our food.  We then got home, and set everything up for the challenge.  Mark sat on the couch with Bob and Wade, and I sat behind them."  Hello everybody my name is Markiplier, and we are doing the Cookie Dough Challenge."  We cut open our dough packages, and look down at our cookie dough.  It looked good to me, and the others were laughing nervously."  I...2..3."  Mark said, and we ate.  I slipped it down my throat easily, and finished it in less than a second.  The others were still going at it, and I smiled.

        Mark stopped halfway through, and he looked like he was going to get sick.  I quickly got a bucket, and he just hung his head over it."  Don't do this at home kids."  I said to the camera, and Bob stopped as well.  Wade barley got any down, so he was tonight's payer.  We kept the camera rolling, and Mark ran to the bathroom.  I'm sure the mic. picked up him vomiting, and tried not to laugh."  This is why we don't let Mark eat that much sugar, this is the reason."  I took the camera off the tri-pod, and carried it upstairs.  I put it up against the bathroom door, and let the people hear Mark puke.  I turned the camera on me, and smiled."  This is what I deal with every time he get's drunk."  I turned the camera off, then helped Mark.  As I touched his back, I saw a flash of his pale face.  I slammed into the wall, and slid down."  1..2..3.  Don't leave me again, stay with me Mark!"  My voice echoed inside my skull, and I started to cough up the Cookie Dough in the trash can.

        I felt Mark's hand on my shoulder, and I gripped it as I puked.  I leaned against the wall afterward, and held my stomach.  Mark leaned against the toliet, and stared at me with worry."  1 2 3."  I whispered, and he looked confused."  Water."  I said, and Mark put his head between his legs.  We sat there for a little bit before we actually got up, and we went down to check the others.  Bob was blowing chucks in Mark's other toliet, and Wade was sitting on the couch."  I'd rather be the loser than blow chunks."  I felt woozy, and went to my apartment.  I went up to my bed, and laid there.  I was tired, and felt like I was going to be sick again.  I grabbed the trash, and brought it close to my bed.  I got sick before I even sat on the bed again, and was like that for about fifteen minutes.  I then laid down in bed clutching a pilllow to my stomach.  I fell asleep like that, and woke to the sound of vomiting in Mark's room.  I felt a little better, but didn't move.  His noises made me feel sick again, and I puked in the trash again."  Never again Mark!"  I yelled, and I heard a groan.

        I pulled off my dress pants, and slept in my hoodie for a few hours.  I heard Mark's apartment door close three times, and heard mine open once.  I watched Mark crawl into bed with me, and I put the pillow in between us.  I put my head on his arm, and he stared at me.  He looked terrible, very sickly.  I got closer to him, and took a deep breathe in of his scent.  Today he smelled like pepermint and AXE body spray.  I drifted off to sleep, and woke up to the sound of him puking again.  I then puked, and then we were puking due to the other puking.  It was about an hour later that we finally stopped, and we ran out of vomit.  The whole room smelled like puke now, and we were too tired to care.  We got into bed, and got close to each other again.  Mark wasn't able to keep his eyes open, and neither was I.  So we just tucked in for the night early, and went to bed.