,,This is the silliest thing I've ever heard of!" said Wade shaking his head.
,,I think it's a great idea!" disagreed Mark.
"But why does it have to be a dolphin with a warfstache?
Why won't you make a tattoo of something manly like scorpion or a snake or a skull for example?" asked Bob curiously.
"I dunno. I just like dolphins," answered Mark. He had made his decision and was now on his way to a tattoo shop. Getting the tattoo wasn't actually nearly as painful as he thought it would be! Mark looked proudly into a mirror and wondered what his fans would think about a tattoo on his forearm. He decided to take a nice picture of it and put it on Facebook and Twitter, but surprisingly, he couldn't find his phone. It wasn't in his pocket.
,,Excuse me sir, is this yours?" asked a smiling girl holding his phone in her tiny hands.
,,Oh, thank you!" Mark breathed out with a relief. Suddenly he felt a sting of cold metal needle on the back of his neck and then his world turned black.Mark woke up sometime later in a scruffy room with layers of old paint hanging from the walls. He was laying in a rusty hospital bed. He tried to sit up but his head was dizzy and he felt very sick. He looked around the room trying to remember how he had got there. His first thoughts were, did I get drunk last night or is it some kind of a weird nightmare? Instantly, Mark heard a quiet gentle voice which said, "Did you have a good sleep?" Mark wanted to scream, "Are you nuts?", but instead he politely mumbled, "I guess so."
"That's wonderful," continued the voice expressionlessly, "because you will need all your strength to prove you are the best in games."
Mark stupidly asked: "Am I inside a computer game?" The voice murmured, "Damn, I shouldn't have given him so much drug..." and then a little louder, "No, Mr. Markiplier, you have the privilege to participate in my special project CORYG, and I assure you it is real."
Mark scratched his unshaved chin: "Yeah?.."
The voice commanded: "Go upgrade yourself!"
Almost automatically Mark went out into a long narrow corridor with tons of nasty bugs crawling around. At the end of the corridor stood nurse Tatiana and he immediately spotted a big chair and some jars with green goop next to it. "Oh man, The Evil Within!" Mark groaned. Of course he knew what to do. He didn't have any weapon so he choose to upgrade his sprint. He was washed over with a wave of energy and hurried to the broken mirror...Poof! Hope you like the beginning! I'm Estonian so writing in English is kindaaa hard but I'm trying:)
-Author
YOU ARE READING
Welcome to CORYG (Markiplier fanfic)
RandomRead this story if you want to know why Mark threw all the buckets out of his house...