Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]

Salon

Before we start i just wanna say thank u to all my viewers and voters. You guys are making my dream come tru. Also...MARK HIT 10000 SUBS!!

This is a huge stepping stone in his life, and so is his cat video (that thing has almost 6M views bruhhh)

Thanks for all the support!

"Sally! Can you bring another bottle of that Peppermint Shampoo up front?"
"Sure (y/n). I do everything else around here."
"Except hair, so stop complaining."
"Fiiiine."

You worked at a popular salon that was in L.A.. It was only popular because of the owner's relation to some top celebrity. You forgot their name, but it didn't matter. Today was Friday, and business was booming.

"Ok darling. Look at yourself in the mirror."
"Ew."
"No...the other mirror."
"Oh. Wow. I look awesome. Glad my mom finally let me get the sk8r girl hairstyle! Off to get my damn nose ring. Thanks a ton bitch."
"...Your welcome?"
"Oh sorry didn't mean to put it in that tone."

The girl walks out, swaying her tiny hips as she bounced out. She had gotten her hair turned so it was shaved on one side, and dyed dark blue. You had to say, that was some of your best work.

You sit down and wash off the hair products, and sweeping up the hair on the floor. You didn't put your clippers all the way in your pocket, so they fell out on the floor.

With a series of grunts and sighs, you pick up the stainless silver aparatus off the floor. Standing back up, you bump into a man walking past. He shoots you a look of anger, but you would too if somebody knocked your Iphone out of your hand.

"Shit."
"Look what you've done!"

The man picked up his phone, looked at it and chuckled.

"You just gave me a good excuse to get another phone."
"Excuse me?" You ask baffled as to why he was happy about cracking his phone. It looked like a 6S, and from what you heard those things are expensive as shit. One of the main reasons why you still have a 5S.

"Don't worry about it. I think you have a new customer so you might want to get them sexified."

You look around to find out who he was talking about. Then he sits down at your chair.

"Oh, that's what you meant. Well, what would you like me to do for you?"
The man explained what he wanted and why.

"Yeah. My friends are over there getting their hair dyed also. The chubby one is getting purple, and the other two are just getting blonde."
"Sounds...interesting."
"They keep me entertained. Trust me."
"Mhmm. Now i need you to stand a still as you can."
"Why? I'm just getting it dyed, shouldn't have to stand still."
"Do you want me to fuck up or not?"
"Nuu..."
"Okay then."

You laugh at the man's silliness. It had brightened up your day bit.

****later that busy day****

"Hey (y/n)! C'mere!"
"I'm trying to sweep. What do you want?"
"Some guy you did earlier left you a note in an envelope."
"Was his hair pink?"
"I have no idea. You have to ask Sally. She had took over my shift earlier."
"Lemme see."

Takinisja hands you the envelope and smiles.
"Who did you give the cookie up to now?" She says continuing to sweep where I left off.
"Only one who hitting it is (bf/n). You know that."
"Mm. Sure."

You open the envelope and immediately see a piece of paper that seemed to be ripped off of another bigger piece.

You remember that sexy ass man who got his hair dyed pink? Well I've thanks to your awesome hair cutting skills, I've made almost 9 million viewers and fans happy. (Along with all the beautiful women out there) So...as a thank you to show my ever loving gratitude, here's a tip.

XOMarkFishnChicken

You open up the envelope once more to find $210. You almost drop everything you were holding because somebody tapped your shoulder.

"I think this is mine!" The money is snatched out of your hands by your boss. She starts counting it in her hands, drawing a crowd of the employees.

"Hey! That was personally given to me as a thank you gift. Not you! Don't you make enough money already?"

She grabs the note and start to read it out loud. You stand your ground, as so did Takinisja. The other employees were staring too, but she was closest.

"XOMarkFishnChicken. Wow such a cute little note. Was he gay?"
"Quite frankly I don't know. But you can ask him yourself."
"What?" She says following your finger towards the door.

The guy from earlier walked in looking angry. Apparently he left his number on one of the notes and somebody called him...for what reason, you didn't know. But you were glad because he started going all lawyer on her ass.

"She can easily sue you for all your worth...which isn't probably much since your stealing from your employees." Mark says.
"Whatever you gay bastard. Here (y/n). Take back this...pity money. Also...you're fired." Your boss is about to walk out of the shop, but you hear clinks and clanks of things dropping to the ground. Turns out, it was the pockets the stylist wore around their hips.

The room started filling with mumbles of all the shop workers. Then someone named Francine rang out.

"Were tired of your bullshit! If (y/n) is fired then i quit."
"Me too."

They all started chanting your name.

"(y/n)!(y/n)!(y/n)!(y/n)!...."

"(y/n)!(y/n)!(y/n)!(y/n)!....wake up! Hey!"

You snap out of your day dream as Mark is waving his hand in front of you.

"Its your turn to testify. Go up to the podium." He says.

You mouth the words thank you to him as you pull down your skirt. You adjusted the rest of your clothes and walked up to the podium.

Without Mark, you'd still be working for that bitchy boss at the hair salon.

She was sued by all 35 employees, each made about $90,000, but some how you hit the jackpot...

$100,000.