Are you still remember them? (English Version)

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"Professor! It's all ready!" "Very good, now let's begin" said the professor, then there was a noise in the distance, which confused both people "What was that?" asked the professor as a phone rang "Professor one of the experiments escaped." The professor got angry and spoke in a loud voice "Then what are you waiting for? Catch it again."
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June 8, 2045

Mark Fischbach formerly known as 'Markiplier' looked at his desk, in his recording room, Skyping with former Youtube colleague 'Jacksepticeye' aka Sean McLoughlin "You know Mark even though it's been 5 years since I quit Youtube, it still feels weird not making videos."  Mark smiled, he understood Jack's feelings, Youtube was their life and now it was just a memory of a time gone by "I understand you Jack uh Sean, sorry" Sean chuckled "It's ok Mark, it's a nickname for me, don't worry about it. But tell me have you been on Twitter lately?" "Not really. Why?" asked Mark, watching his opposite. Sean averted his gaze for a moment before turning back to Mark , something flashed in Sean's eyes, for a second, before disappearing again. "It's just that I've noticed that there's not as much fanart as there was a few months ago." "That's normal, we've stopped and pulled back. With time we and our videos are forgotten. By some sooner and by others again a little later.... Of course that only counts for you no one could forget my good looking face." Sean started laughing out loud and stuck his tongue out at Mark when he calmed down. Mark chuckled lightly until he remembered something "Hey Jack tell me when are you coming to America again?" "Um, 6/23, so two weeks from tomorrow." "Do you know when your flight leaves too?" "Uh no so yes I just don't have the time in my head. I'll text you tomorrow." "Ok" Sean opened his mouth to say something as he yawned and suddenly looked much more tired "Stupid time difference" Sean cursed and Mark chuckled softly "You should go to bed" Sean nodded slightly and said goodbye before ending the Skype call. Mark turned off the computer, stood up and stretched. He looked around his recording room and sighed slightly. Around him were several boxes of old fan gifts, other stuff he had used for his videos back in the day and hadn't yet moved to the basement "About time to put you guys away."

2 hours later...

Mark was just about to put away the last box when it suddenly broke and all the contents were scattered on the floor. Mark sighed in annoyance, picked up a new box and looked at the things in front of him. He sat down on the floor, a small smile playing around his lips as he picked up a pink mustache and a pink wig. He quickly put them in the box and gathered the rest of his things. He really didn't want to think about earlier now. Mark closed the box and took it to the basement, put it in the far corner and closed the door. *Only things without meaning* his mind told him and he knew that he would soon forget the box. Mark closed his eyes and leaned against the door, his head feeling so full but so empty at the same time. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes again. He had a few more things to do.

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"Hey Dark, are you still alive?" "Not now Anti!" "Oh you got something better to do right now?! We're sitting in fucking cells WITH chains! Like fucking dogs!" "Shut up! I'm trying to understand something!" Dark could still hear the sound of chains before he refocused on the conversation near him "Where do we have to take this thing again?" "To experiment 103114." "Aren't those the four robots? The ones that tried to break out?" "Correct, they didn't make it though. Except maybe that standard robot, but what's it going to do?" The voices moved away and it became quiet again. "So what did you hear?"  "Not much, just that you're taking something to the Googels and that probably Bing got away."  "So then the plan worked?" Dark was about to reply when a pained Glitch consumed scream rang out "Anti?" "That wasn't me." Again the same scream rang out and Dark winced "I really hope the plan worked." He whispered and slumped against the wall. And even though Dark couldn't see Anti, he knew the Glitch was doing the same thing. How did it get that way?

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June 23, 2045

Mark Pov:

I was at the airport picking up Jack. It took me a few minutes to find the right gate, but when I finally arrived it wasn't that busy and I could easily spot him in the small crowd. "MAAAAARRRKKKK!!!" I laughed and waved my arms. Jack came running to me with his luggage and hugged me tightly "You dyed your hair green again." I said while hugging him back just as tightly "Mhm felt like it again" we parted and I led him to the car. There I put Jack's luggage away and drove us to my place.

"So Jack do you feel like playing some video games?" Jack nodded and carried his stuff into the guest room "Yeah, I'll just put my luggage away" I gave him a thumbs up and Jack disappeared back into the guest room. I went to the kitchen to prepare some snacks and drinks. When I came into the living room I saw Jack already on the sofa preparing the Switch "Ready to lose, Marky?" I smiled, put everything on the coffee table and sat down next to him "That's what I should be asking you." Jack smiled cheekily and started Mario Kart. We laughed and generally had a good time. It's nice to have Jack here again, just two friends playing video games and talking. Nothing special is going to happen. Right?  

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Leaves were gently blowing in the wind. A person walked slowly along a path with heavy limbs, it smelled strongly of rain. The person looked ahead, vision blurred with error messages on the side.

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