Really Mark? (adopted by Markiplier)

Things, I Hate Them

"Hey, Mark, you have a phone call." you sing skipping into the recording room. Just a couple days in and you knew where everything was. "It's from the Random Encounters staff, and whatever." you continue stopping at his chair, holding out the house phone. Mark swivels around with yet another grin plastered on his face. All you could do was wait for him to speak since, no he didn't get another haircut. Something was different though, you couldn't take your eyes off his face, but why?

"Why thank you, I was expecting that call." Mark takes the phone from your hand, and turns back to his editing.

"But wait." you begin stopping him mid sentence, "What is wrong with you? You're different, I know it." Mark grins stifling a laugh.

"Two things are different about us." he whispers turning the phone from his lips. "This call means we are going to be leaving for a week or two." As soon as he said the word leaving you stepped out the door, closed it, and leaned against the wall. You let out a yell that lead Mark to open the door as quickly as it was closed. "Are you dying?" he poked his head out of the doorway with a real expression of shock on his face that was still puzzling you.

"Yes, I am. Because you are... not... wearing your glasses." you trailed off into the unknown walking back to your room, head hung. "Better get packing because of what now exactly? That's a new one." All you were doing was walking in circles, back and forth. Question after question after annoyed groan after question. More travel. Sounds fun.

Turns out we were doing something later in the day, and that's exactly what he told the fans. You interrupted the vlog for two things; to tell him how his fangirls would go crazy for his eyes, and to mess up his hair for him. Something about cowlicks bothered you, and to show that you commented on his freshly messed up hair after you left the room. "Better." you sighed knowing his hair didn't look terrible. Then you got back up again realizing you had to record a vlog too.

"Well, I'm excited." you started it off with a Captain Falcon salute, "I'm going to die."

You rambled on and on about the music video with Random Encounters, the new adventures in Las Vegas, other things you couldn't talk about, and your twenty five thousand mark.

Still, you know how I said you couldn't wait to experience another life changing event, yes? Well, in this new music video you are your (my) second favorite animatronic, Bonnie. You spent days in that suit, and now you're glad your not the captured soul in the actual Bonnie. So glad that after every rehearsal you wouldn't get out of bed until you had your full seventeen hour nap. I guess you could say that the times you had with Cry in the orphanage didn't prepare you for the night shoots. Even now you can't stay up to watch the whole Late Night with Cry and Russ. Or as my mom calls it Late Night with Cruss and Rye.   

Overall being adopted was fun, but not the things you did after. The sleeping part was, but you still had YouTube. Butt I ges u dont hav 2 do nuffin but eat a muffin. Especially blueberry according to Jack. My writing is just like your mood right now. You should take a nap. That's what you do in this story.