Really Mark? (adopted by Markiplier)

Cleaning Spree

M: whatcha doin?

Yesterday you guys had gone shopping after Mark had made you guys some lunch. What you hadn't expected to believe afterwards that Mark is an exceptional cook. Just grilled cheeses made you anxious for more.

Y: thinkin about yesterday's lunch. Very gud, u took Cranky's advice.

M: oh ho ho, dont get me started on that game

Mark let you spend 500 dollars on clothing yesterday at the mall. You could get used to the luxury, but what about school? You lay still on the spare bed in the guest room. It was soon to be yours, but you preferred to still think of it as a guest room. Just thinking about school made your skin crawl. You've had so many terrible memories from school, you just wished you didn't have to go to another hellish place like... Jacobson High.

M: Why ty, i havent been told i was a gud cook in a while. Brings back memories.

Speaking of.

Y: yeah, same here

Please don't ask about them, please don't.

M: What memories?

Fuck!

Y: stuff and thangs

M: I know the feeling

Oh, no you don't. You have no clue.

Y: yeah, um, wyd?

You tried to change the subject.

M: Guess!

You knew the answer, but you decided to play a game with him.

Y: porn? 

M: um, no

Y: u had to think about that one didnt ya?

M: um, no

Y: I know I had to stay out of ur way, but can I help you?

Before Mark did anything he told you, and you quote; "Do not interfere with my plans, cutie." To that you then smirked and soon it turned into a huge smile. "Keep dreaming, Mark." You then went up the spiral stairs, and here you are now, breaking his rules.

M: only if u promise to wear that dress i picked out 4 l8tr

Yesterday, Mark had personally made you buy a pink and black polka dot mini dress. Repeat, personally made you buy it.

Y: no

You couldn't possibly let your favorite people see you in Mark's fashion advice. All I can say is; bad.

M: well then, no

Y: pweeze!

You then proceeded to send him "pweeze," atleast one hundred times. As a professional annoyer you thought of this as hilarious. You ticked this off your bucket list. You had officially texted someone one hundred times in a row.

Mark hadn't replied, you had asked him two hundred times now to let you help with the decorations, and the food. So, only out of defeat you decided to slip on the dress, and take him by surprise.

Y: Im coming down there

M: u better be wearin that dress gurl

Oh, yes, you were.

You slid down the railing of the spiral staircase- like a boss as Jack would say- in nothing but the dress. It was the first time (in forever) you've done that. You felt a rush of excitement sliding down the railing, so you decided to do it over, and over. That was until you finally noticed a totally dumbfounded Mark with his hands on his hips at the end of the staircase. On your fifth ride down you sat on the end of the railing, facing Mark, staring him down.

"What are you doing? Get off my stairs." he finally huffs, squinting his eyes.

"I see what you did there." You pointed at him, still on the edge of the railing.

"Yes, now get off my stairs, Percy Jackson." He pushed you off the stairs.

"Okay, Luke Castellan, what am I to do?" You stood with your arms crossed at the end of the stairs. Mark sat on the bottom step, scratching at his scruff.

"You are to swiffer, set the table, and meet me in the kitchen for the appetizers." He finally decided. He stood up reaching into his back pocket. His eyes went wide, and eventually his mouth dropped open. Before he could say a word you went off to the dining room.

Surprisingly this was the only neat place in the house. Well, you hadn't seen his bedroom, and you hoped not to. After seeing his internet history, um, no.

The white table cloth was slightly off the table on the right side, you went into total OCD mode. Then when you stepped back to admire your handiwork you noticed something was missing, the dishes! How could you be so stupid?

On the way over to the kitchen you visited an amazed Mark, still scrolling through his messages. As you passed you patted his jet black locks in sympathy. He barely looked up from the eyesore sent to him on his phone.

"Have fun." you whispered to him as you turned to visit the kitchen. But, then you realized, you didn't know dip.

You started frantically searching through the cabinets and drawers looking for... things. Just as if someone in a movie would do you quickly turn 'round as if something was wrong, and in this case, there was.

"MARK?!" you desperately scream at the YouTuber sitting on the stairs.

"Y-yeah?" he stutters at first still shocked at your childish attempts to contact him.

"Where is my silver-ware?"

"What?"

Where. Is. My. Silver-ware?!"

You could hear him sigh, and the sound of creaking stairs as you go back to seeking out the dishes. He has one big-ass kitchen.

Just before you try to open the last cabinet, Mark beat you to it. Inside the cupboard was the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It had all your necessary goods to setting up a perfectly good dining table.

You waved him away and squinted at him, blindly taking things out of the cabinet. "I knew that." and you hurry back to the dining room.

In total there were twelve spots filled, well, that's what Mark told you to do. The glasses and dishes were set, and the floor was clean. Mark, himself, had vacuumed the carpeted areas and scattered confetti everywhere. You told him that confetti kind of ruined the purpose of vacuuming the carpet, and to that he responded, and you quote; "Do you know what I do to these carpets on a regular basis?" You then left the room squealing like a little girl and reenacting the events you though he did. Then when you returned to where Mark stood standing he grabbed you by the wrist and whispered something you'd rather not recall. Actually, yes you would, it was the highlight of your day. "I'd be happy to do the same with you." You had to use all your strength not to transform into jelly, and mutter out a final; "Senpai." as you died of amazement.

Since then you have been waiting on the couch next to Mark watching the one and only himself on airplay. Currently you were quoting him on his FNAF compilation.

"He was just hanging up there like a douche, hey, how's it going there? You wanna win? Too bad."

"Hey, woah, when's the last time you played Five Nights at Freddy's and got rid of Mangle?!" He defended himself, pausing the video.

"Well, it was confirmed that you were lightning fast. You should have been able to defeat Mangle." You counter-attacked. Mark rolled his eyes, and continued to watch his own creations. That was until the doorbell rang. First guest, nine more to go.