Really Mark? (adopted by Markiplier)

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"Holy Fuck." You whisper under your breath as you clean up the Orange juice on the table, monitor, and floor. You had a tendency to do spit takes more than normal when surprised. They usually happen when recording as well. This time with the most popular YouTuber.

"Do you like it?" Felix asked you as the round of Bloody Trap Land was paused.

"Well, I'm gonna have to have some time recuperating." You sighed as you tossed the napkins in the bin beside the desk. As you sit back down in the chair you could clearly see the confused smirk on Pewds' face.

"I do, it's a change." You chuckle face palming. It seems as if he does the same when seeing your reaction, for when you could actually see he was rubbing his forehead.

You unpause the game watching Felix's red fox squish into spurting red goo on the 2D walls.
"Aw, what the hell?!" He seemed anxious to get to the finish line first that round. Maybe you were winning?

"Don't worry about it." You smirk controlling your little green blob around the platforms, dodging and bouncing off walls.

"Speaking of, when's the last time you talked to Cry?" Felix was catching up to you while you waited for him to hurry his maroon ass up.

"Last Saturday, why?" You were growing puzzled.

"I hear you two have a strong bond, shit." He had accidentally on purpose flung himself into the whirling spikes as you stood there crouching and squeezing your imaginary horn. Damn, Russ had gotten to the better of you.

"Yes, like that buzz saw and your face." You retort trying to distract him from the truth.

You look up at your Skype call to see a distraught face, and a mop of blonde hair. In frustration Felix might have been ruffling his hair for good luck, although it didn't work.

"Says the worst worm clan player." Yeah, you had to admit, playing Worms was kind of difficult if you hadn't gripped the controller in angst of waiting for the machine gun to fire at your little grub. It - after all - was your first go around that last Saturday. You'd already been creamed by Russ in the Duck Game.

"Try me." You cracked your knuckles pausing the game with Felix mid-jump. "Now what happened to Alice the Madness Returns?" You cock your head ready for a response.

"What's up with the thousands of ships?"

"I don't know, what happened to Cry?"

"September, he remembered."

"You've met with a terrible quote haven't you?"

"My lips are sealed, I have no clue."

"Look, blondie, I was born in September, he met me before you."

"Are you just claiming your love for the masked gentleman?"

"I know for a fact he has a girlfriend, stop it with the Pewdiecry."

"I haven't talked to him in, like, a week!"

"I understand, but you have Melix to attend to."

"Where's your boyfriend?!"

"I don't need a guy to run my life for me."

"Understandable, but I see you've got your eyes set on one of the crew members."

"You ever heard of roleplay?"

"Are you faking love?"

"I never loved anyone except Mark."

"Tune in next episode for another cat fight."

"Are you just saying that for backup?"

"So, what do you think about Mark's hair choice?"

You sigh deeply, "I never exactly liked pink."

"I prefer blue myself."

"Green is actually my favorite."

"Again with Mr.Cry."

"Felix..."

"Yes?"

"Can I flip you off?"

"Not if you can't scream higher than me."

"Okay then, I will show you the lucky flannel, and walk away my friend."

"Alright, bro."

"Stay Apocalyptic!"