Really Mark? (adopted by Markiplier)

Dress-Up, Jess-Up

"No! What the hell?!" You were currently trying to escape the clutches of the murderer, A.K.A Minx. Your typical round of G-Mod murder. That was, Mark had introduced you to his long term friend, Jesse. He had joined in on this blood bath of a YouTuber fest. Felix, Krism, Mark, and Ken had joined in on your first meeting with the murder queen.
Her maniacal laughter rang in your headphones as you duck behind a red pickup truck.
"Ooo,I'm the ghost of Mark's Past.~ Ooo~.The gun is in the pool~.Mark's ghostly voice had given both of you a clue to safety.
"Gee, thanks, Mark." Minx chirped chuckling as she left you alone. You hissed as she left to find your weapon.
"Aw, come on, Minx. Give the girl a chance." Ken had been watching intently as the most exciting battle of the month went down. Especially since you had been deemed the Prop Master.
"Keeen, she doesn't need to be told what to do." Felix especially dragged out the 'E'.
"Aw, thanks, Poods!" You have up on hiding and went to go juke out the Queen. Oh, wait, that's Tyler. My bad. XD
"That's my job." Mark had mysteriously disappeared for a moment then abruptly interrupted your smack talking.
"I'm almost eighteen, Mister." You had reached your final destination, the pool.
"Oh, hey, there." Minx's voice went extremely high as her character model turned.
"There? I see no There here." If you could have you would have made your character put his hands on his hips.
"I'll make you a deal." She inched closer as squeaking noises were heard from the audience members.
"What is this 'deal' of yours?" You were actually thinking on accepting her threat.
"Um, how about if you dress up in a tutu, and prance around like a school girl I'll hand you the gun." Minx tried to stifle her laughter as Mark couldn't control his.
"Good thing I have a facecam and a tutu." You scoffed, but you indeed did have both of those things.
"She's not lying." Mark still hadn't calmed himself after his outburst. This just made you want to accept the deal even more. Matter of fact, you did.
Next you knew you were situated in front of your camera in a neon green tutu. A wide smile stayed on your face the whole time you pranced around like a pony. It was mainly because of the 'Tuber's laughter, but you could tell one was missing.
As soon as you got up to do your dance was how quick the door flung open, and Mark held his camera in your face.
"This is going to be my nine millionth subscriber vid." He too began to laugh.
"Oh, Congrats!" You threw up your arms smiling even wider. You then heard a gunshot, and that pearly smile diminished.