The Markiplier Story

Kicking off the curb

I remember learning how to ride a bike, I always kicked off the curb.

YT/N = Youtuber Name
M/N = Middle Name
L/N = Last Name

Y/N POV

We were becoming more and more popular. He was growing as Markiplier, or as I knew him Mark Edward Fischbach and I was growing as YT/N or Y/N M/N L/N. We've collaborated a million times we call it "Mark and Y/N time". Some people have dubbed us as "mom" and "dad" of gamers around the world.
      "Are you ready to get dressed for the role of Damien?" I ask Mark.
      "Yup, you know I am, are you and Ethan ready to film the District Attorney?" Mark ponders.
     "Yes, I get to wear a fancy watch!" I smile at the man. Pamela was doing Mick's make up for the Detective, Abe Lincoln. Mark sat down so I could do his makeup. I pull his hair back with a headband and I pick up some foundation and apply it to his stupidly pale face.
     "Why is your face so stupidly pale?" I ask.
     "I don't know, why are your arms so stupidly pale?"
     "Touché," I murmur. I apply some highlighter and bronzer to his face.
     "Put just a little bit of black eye shadow under his eyes to mimic a tired effect," Pam comments. I nod doing so, Amy walks over and looks at my work.
     "Not bad," she smiles taking Mark's hands and leading him into the Mansion.
     "Are you okay Y/N?" Mick asks.
     "Yeah, I just think that sometimes Amy hates me," I remark putting the makeup away.
     "She's probably jealous that we trusted you with Mark's makeup and not her," Pam laughs.
     "Not my fault that I did theater makeup and she didn't!" I laugh, shaking my head.
     "Will you be okay?" Mick asks, hand on my shoulder.
     "Yeah...yeah I think so," I sighed, fixing my hair.
     "Good. Shall we?" Mick asks, holding a hand out for me to take. I smirk.
     "We shall!"

After I kicked off the curb, I would fall off my bike and scrape my knees...they'd be hurting for months.