why? : adopted by markiplier [on hiatus / undergoing editing]

Chapter 3

Yeah, that drawings mine :P dont you dare say it's good though. It's shit and you know it.

I awoke to the sound of deep giggling at the foot of my bed. I opened my eyes to find Mark practically laughing his ass off.

"What, ya big doof?" I said, my eyes still adjusting.

"Nothing.. nothing at all." He replied, still recovering from his gigglefest.

I groaned and slid out from under the warm covers and into the floor. I started shivering and realized my mistake, quickly jumping back under the covers. This made Mark laugh more.

"I'm going back to s-sleep," I stuttered, "to have intimacy time with Satan."

I snuggle back under the covers and felt the bed deepening next to me.

"Dude, seriously, lemme sleep." I groaned.

I heard a small whimper and felt Mark get up. I got up as well, just to piss him off a bit.

"For fucks sake, Chloe." He started cracking up, alongside me who was about halfway dead.

"Mornings are great." I yawned and walked back over to my nightstand grabbing my laptop from the drawer. I sat down on my bed and opened it up. While it booted up I decided to get changed out of my current clothes. I shut my door and changed into an Offspring tshirt, Jean shorts and navy blue Converse. I walked downstairs.

I glanced at the couch and my heart started RACING. Daniel Avidan and Arin Hanson were sitting on the couch with my doof of a father. I slowly stepped forward, hesitant on every step. I made it to the final step. No one noticed me. I darted into the kitchen and grabbed a granola bar. I ran back up the stairs, and only made it halfway before Mark looked at me and beckoned for me to come over. I sighed in defeat and shoved the granola bar into my pocket. I slowly walked to the living room and sat down at the end of the couch, next to Mark.

"Guys, this is Chloe." Mark said, beckoning to me once more.

I let out a small fangirl scream over my shoulder.

"Hi." Danny and Arin said in unison.

"H-hi." I looked down at my tapping foot. Jitters. Great.

I got up and shuffled to the staircase. Halfway again, I stopped, hit myself in the face, and shouted "IDIOT!"

I heard their laughter and I just kept going up, into my bedroom, and onto my bed. My laptop was booted, and I hopped onto tumblr. Ah, tumblr. My true best friend.

I saw Mark in my doorway.

"Yo." I said, looking at him.

"What's wrong?" he said, walking towards me.

"Are you kidding me? You can't just be like, BOOM, Arin and Danny are h-here." I replied.

"I mean.. I'm sorry, I just got a bit frustrated" I apologized for my anger.

"Shush, you don't need to apologize," he smiled, "now come here and just be yourself."

I followed him downstairs and into the living room.

"AND NOW, PRESENTING, THE ONE AND ONLY, RAINBOOOOOW DASH!" I shouted in my decent RD impression, running in and sliding on my shoes.

I earned hard laughter from the guys.

"Thank you, thank you! You're all so 20% cooler!"

I started walking backwards and eventually walked into the wall.

"Fuck." I said, quite loudly.

Then I got the most amazing idea ever. I ran upstairs and into my bedroom. I darted to my nightstand, the bottom drawer, drawing stack... AHA! I grabbed my separate drawings of Arin and Dan, and my full Game Grumps drawing, as well as my happy birthday doodle for Mark and rushed back downstairs. I handed Dan his drawing, and Arin his along with the Game Grumps one, and Mark his doodle. They looked over them with shocked, happy expressions. Dan was the first to speak up.

"Wow.." was all he said, though.

The three men stood up and conjoined into a group around me, forming a massive hug.

"Air.. please.." I choked out.

They released from the hug and I took in a really large breath.

"Thank you, Chloe." Arin said. I blushed and looked down at my shoes.

"You're welcome, A-Arin..."

"Well, we've gotta go. It was great meeting you, Chloe." Dan said.

After they left, we realized it was almost noon.

"What do you want for lunch?" Mark asked.

I was upside down on the couch watching Doctor Who.

"I dunno, what do you want?" I asked.

"How about we just grab McDonald's?" He offered.

Sounded nice to me. I jumped off the couch and slid on my shoes over to the door.

"Man, these shoes are a lot more slippery than last time I wore em." I said.

Mark chuckled and grabbed his keys. We drove to McDonald's and, y'know, ate. No shit, right?

After our food extravaganza, Mark decided to take me clothes shopping since I didn't have much. We walked into Hot Topic, literally the only store we went into. I got three MLP t-shirts and various My Chemical Romance t-shirts as well. I also got some lyric bracelets.

We got home at around 3.

"I'm gonna go put this stuff away and take a nap." I said.

"Okay, I'm gonna go record. Text me if you need anything." He replied.

I nodded. I walked upstairs and into my bedroom. I set my bag on my bed and began putting stuff away. When I was done, I took off my Converse and just laid on my bed, thinking.

This is all so i-insane. So impossible. B-but.. it's real. God damnit, i even stutter when I t-think!

About an hour passed before I decided to open up Twitter. A single notification. I tapped the button.

Markiplier followed you.

I froze and gulped.

How.. OH I'M STUPID.

I write my Twitter handle on all my fanart. I sighed and began tweeting random shit.

'Dipshits unite!'

'I'm actually really bored'

'Halp' I tagged Mark in that one.

He replied,

'How'

'C'mere'

He appeared in my doorway and I took a picture of him.

"You may leave n-now." I told him. He walked away.

This is the kind of thing I dreamt about. I turned off my phone and walked downstairs, into the living room, and flopped on the couch. I scrolled through Netflix till I found my show.

The theme song played.

"My little pony, my little pony, ahh ahh ahh ahh!"

God, I love this show. Mark sat down next to me and attempted, keyword 'attempted', to tickle me.

"I'm not ticklish." I said, smirking.

He frowned and pulled me in for a hug.

"We need to spend more time together." He said.

I nodded and cuddled up next to him, letting my heavy eyelids close.

~dream~

Yelling exploded from the living room. I clutched my bleeding arm. Sirens wail, getting closer. The door to my home busts open. I hear more voices, more yelling. I shudder and close my eyes. My bedroom door creaks open. I'm lifted off the ground, and into a car. The car stops. I am carried inside a building, up a flight of stairs, and into a bed. I open my eyes as someone turns away from me.

"Why..?" Is all I managed before blacking out from blood loss.

~end of dream~

I sit up, sweating and panting. I'm in my bed. I'm safe. I glance at my phone. 10:57 PM. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.