Really Mark? (adopted by Markiplier)

Irresponsible pt. 2

"What is thy question thy Bob has for me?" You ask sliding down the railing in your new set of clothes. You set your feet down right in front of Mark, standing upright. Beside Mark Felix was next to him, with a... present?

You eyed both of them, switching in between the two YouTubers in front of you and the unsuspected box wrapped blue. "What? Why? For me?" You shakily asked Mark pointing at the poorly hidden box behind Felix's back. Mark nodded as the three of you slowly walked back to the living room.

Unlike before you left Skype calls were buzzing, two to be exact. They were being streamed on the giant flat screen everyone seemed to crowd around. Twelve people in one room, all with... laptops in their hands. Best party ever?

"I heard the big news Mark!" The first to answer was surprisingly Jack. He had his usual grin on, and Septic Eye Sam in his hood. "This little booper dooper had to say congrats too!" He pulls the plushie out of his hood and began to snuggle him. Most of the room begins to laugh, but one.

The only voice you wished to hear about now was Cry's, only because he wasn't saying a word. You yearned to sit next to him, but that would be awkward. This whole party was a bit scary, but somehow you managed. You thought you never would.

"Hello, everyone!" the second voice knocked you back into reality. Ken! "I see the whole gang is here! Even Cry." You turned back to see Ryan with a huge, gleaming grin. He waved to Ken and looked around the room. His eyes met yours and you turned quickly, couldn't be caught staring.

You reached your hands up to your face to only brush your fingertips on your temples. The heat had surprised you, you knew you felt something, but what?

"Hey, I couldn't not be here. A good friend of mine his a new family member. Had to see him, and congratulate him." Cry responded still flashing his blaring white smile. His eyes met yours again, but this time he nodded. And to your surprise you reacted normally. You smiled back giving a little salute.

"Hey, lovebirds, it's a special time. Today is the premier of (Y/n)'s channel. I called you guys over here for two reasons. One; You guys are amazing. Two; We are going to play... BLOODY TRAPLAND!" Mark announced, and a roar of applause followed.

"Oh god, Mark, I hate that game! Why'd you do this to me?" Jack whined. Mark just shrugged and continued on with his speech.

"(Y/n), you shall come with me. That present has your name on it." He took your hand in his, and guided you to the dining room. The blue box was awfully big, and heavy. You were surprised Felix, of all people, could lift it.

Mark pulled out a chair for you, like a gentleman, and pushed the present towards your spot.

"Mark... this present is awfully big for a couple band tees." You joked with him just before you dove into the wrapper. "Oh, lookie here, you got me a UPS box. I love you, Mark" again you were sarcastic, and asked for a box cutter.

"Well, if you just want the box, I can keep what's inside." his humor was just as bad as yours' was. You rolled your eyes, and got up yourself. You went for the drawer where you knew Mark kept all the knives. Only option you had, considering you had no clue where the box cutter was.

You shuffled through the drawer with blades inside, hoping not to slice off a finger. You only needed a small one, didn't need to go full chainsaw on the poor UPS box.

Sitting back down you find the box was already cut open. Mark, himself, had cut open the box with the suspicious item behind his back. Probably wasn't a box cutter.

But the exciting part about the box being open was the contents. You could see the equipment he had thrown in a box, YouTube equipment. You could actually be the internet sensation you aspired to be. It was all thanks to Mark, the King of the Squirrels.

"I'll help you set it up tomorrow morning, after the party. For now we can upload your video on my computer. Just tell me the name, and we've got a perfectly good channel." Mark had commented on your reaction to the new things he bought you. "But, no, seriously. Thank Bob, and Wade. They got you the things." You were about to hug Mark, but his comment made you think.

Why them? They are family though. They must love me as much as Mark does. After all, none of them have kids. I must be like all of their kids, but in one body. I love them all, they just don't know it.

"Okay then, you get to assign the Bloody Trapland teams. Four to a team. Go get some paper." Mark pushed you into his "office" where he told you he kept the paper. He left you in there to your own demise, with a computer for Pete's sake. A computer, you don't say? A devious thought came into your mind.

"Hello everybody! This is not Markiplier, but I must say, I am part of his family. If you didn't know I am Mark's adopted daughter! If this was supposed to be a surprise, well... surprise! Just wanted to say this in person, I love Mark. Not in that way, but as a father. I wanted his little Markiplites to know who I was, and if you see me don't kill me for Mark. I know how crazy some people can be over Mark.

Anyways, if you want more of me I am going to be a YouTuber, (YouTube name). There will be a link in the description. Currently at a party, playing Bloody Trapland, with my buds. Yeah. So, I hope to see you all... in my next video! Thank you everyone, and stay amazing! Seeya!" You ended the video, replaying it to yourself. Just to make sure it was good quality, but not before you noticed another presence in the room.

"I want you to know who I truly am." You felt his velvet voice tickle the back of your neck. You turn the swivel chair to face him; Cry.

"I know who you are already. You're the famous YouTuber, Cryaotic." You reply oblivious to the real answer.

"Do you remember the lime green?"

"I remember something of the sort."

"How about the name Shawn Jubilee?"

You paused for a moment, had he really been Shawn this whole time? You doubted his words severely, but in the back of your head a voice pricked at your senses. He could be Shawn, he really could be.

"No, you are not him. If you were I would know." You protested at his attempts to trick your mind.

"Then how would I know your only friend from the orphanage?" Cry stood his ground.

"You know me well, that's all." You crossed your arms over your chest refusing to give in.

"I can show you how I know. I know how to." He pulled up another chair in front of you. He uncrossed your arms, griping your wrists, revealing the cuts and bruises on his forearms. "You must remember me." He pried at your emotions.

"I remember now. I'm sorry I doubted you, I'm sorry." recalling the memory your eyes swelled with tears. You couldn't look away from his past suicide attempts. He hid away his past with scars and cuts. He didn't want anyone to know his true identity, he hid his face from the world hoping to block out insanity. He did this for your health, but he lied.

"Why did you lie to me, Ryan?" You muttered, close to collapsing into his arms. He looked up from his past troubles, and spied your flushed face. "Why?" you tried again hoping to get an answer. "I loved you, Cry. I loved Shawn!" You struggled at first with his strong grasp, but gave in to his soft touch. He meant well.

"I wanted you to feel real, like someone cared about you. I watched you, and tried to help you. I needed a friend as well." He barely smiled, but his eyes told a whole different story. His cold eyes were close to tears, they were clouded over with misery, and past mistakes. "I wanted to let you know I'm always here for you. Forever." He finally muttered, pulling you into a tight hug.

"I'll never forget that, Cry. Never." You were in tears yourself tugging at Ryan's emotions. "We need to go." You said, quite squished. Ryan let go, and opened the door for you rather quickly. You both walked on pins and needles as the two of you joined the group once again.

Mark noticed you instantly and rolled his eyes. As he got up from the couch you could hear him laugh. "You forgot the paper."