Really Mark? (adopted by Markiplier)

Irresponsible pt. 1

You hear the ding of a doorbell, and you watch as Mark turns the doorknob to the front door. You couldn't see who it was, but you knew exactly who it was. Your second favorite person. Wade!

Y: is that...Wade?

You could hear Mark sigh inwardly as he shuffled through his back pocket.

M: y dont u come and say hi?

Y: because its Wade

"(Y/n)! Come say hi to uncle Wade!" he desperately calls from the doorway. You still sit there twiddling your thumbs, waiting for Mark and Wade to join you on the couch. You could always get your way with Mark, you knew he'd do anything to please you. You respected him for that, you knew he cared, you knew he loved you. You loved him as well, he cared enough to adopt you, you were just a fan. A desperate one.

"But, Mark, wouldn't you want to join me? This couch is pretty comfortable." you couldn't possibly let Wade see you in Mark's fashion advice. You looked terrible in your eyes.

"I guess Wade'll be going now! Bye, Wade!" he faked a wave, and a smile. Knowing Mark he could be joking, but he could be serious. Mark shut the door just before you could reach him. You hid behind his back with your hands on each of his shoulders. For some reason you were really shy today. You hadn't been when you met Mark, but then it just felt so natural.

"Did he leave?" you asked just peeking your head over Mark's right shoulder. It was hilarious the fact that you were almost the same height as him at 17.

You could see the smile on Mark's face as he opened the door again. To your surprise two people were standing outside. Wade and Bob.

"Guys, say hello to the new member of the family, (Y/n)." Mark announces moving out of your way. He just left you there, in front of your idols. How could he do this to you?

You stood in the doorway introducing yourself, shakily. Still, you couldn't handle the pressure for long, you had to get Mark to introduce you. After all, you couldn't let your brain explode of happiness.

Continuing on with your Markiplier spree you unpause the television.

<TIME SKIP OF LAZINESS>

Turns out that the other eight guests had come later. Wade and Bob came especially early just so you could get used to the crowd of YouTubers. For the most part you sat on the couch with Wade chatting about how you would want to be a YouTuber as well. You knew how affective Wade's talk was when Mark had lost his first channel. He sure was a good motivator.

Eventually when the others had arrived Mark had convinced you to go and enjoy the party. You knew all the familiar faces, except for one. One with curly, brown hair and oval framed glasses.

When you happened to walk by Mark, after introducing yourself to Marzia and Felix, you asked him who the unfamiliar face was.

"Oh him! Oh yeah, that's right. I forgot to introduce you to Cry." Mark replied pulling you to the side. "I regret making you wear that dress, go change." He then pushed you up the spiral staircase. You couldn't walk, after all you knew what Cry looked like. You thought you'd never see the day.

"How did you get everyone here?" You quickly muttered before Mark could take another step down the stairs. He turned back to you and patted your head.

"You don't need to know." and with that he was back to hosting an amazing party.

Pushing open the already cracked door to your mess-tacular palace you turn to your wardrobe. With the given 500 dollars you spent almost all of it on black things. It's what you wore every day, it's what you will wear every day.

You end up wearing an Ocarina of Time tank top, and a gray short skirt. You had no shoes or socks on either. You never did like shoes, it just wasn't comfortable when you had to wear shoes night and day. At the orphanage you didn't sleep much, considering your friendship with the boy across the street. He had his own mother, his own sister. No father though, until I introduced him to YouTube. Tyler Oakly filled in that responsibility, it seems.

 Shawn had an extraterrestrial life. His mother was a mad scientist, his younger sister would talk to me about the shadows on the wall. His own mother even called him Eloise. He was the same age as you as well. You missed him dearly, even though you had a perfect life here.

"Did you forget how to tie your shoes?!" Mark called from the end of the staircase. You forgot you hadn't climbed down the steps yet. You still sat on the end of the bed thinking about the boy across the street. All you remember of him is his shocking green hair. The lime green hair you could see from a mile away.

"No, I was just thinking." You barely yell down towards him before getting up off your bed.

"You can think down here! Bob has a question for you!" Mark sure was persistent. You didn't like it.