"Mark, huh?" I look at the friend request. "Like no last name or anything?" Clicking on the account I immediately look at Marks bio.
Mark Edward F.
Age:26
Gender:Male
Sexuality:Straight
Description:
Hello my name is Mark. I am a very generous and hopeful person. I work very hard at my job. I tend to think about others before myself. I love to have fun with my friends (we do some pretty crazy things) I really don't know why I'm on here.
Message me if you want to talk
"So, so you're not going to tell me your last name or have profile pic of your face?" I groan.
"Whatever. He's probably a stalker." I open my messages and see that I got two from this Mark guy.
Mark: Hello! I saw your profile and just came to say hi!
Mark: I see that you're an artist. Would you mind showing me some of your artwork?
"Okay so he somehow knows I'm an artist!" I whisper yell. "Wait, I think its in my bio." Should I message him back? I question yourself. "One message wouldn't hurt."
(Y/N): Hello Mark, nice to meet you. I will attach a few photos of my artwork. *Photo attachment* I have a few questions though, I'm not trying to seem stalkerish or weird. But, what's with having no last name or a profile pic of your face? I must admit the slenderman pic is cool but I wanna get to know the person behind the screen.
(You hypocrite)
I click send and realize I was holding my breath the whole time I was typing that. After a long deep breath out and in I walk to the kitchen, and make myself some food.
Potatoes?
Potatoes.
I grab 3 nice sized spuds and wash them, stab them with a fork, then put them in the microwave for seven minutes.
Marks pov
I sit up out of bed and stretch. After sitting in the dark on my bed for like maybe ten minutes I grab my phone off my bedside couner. Three missed calls from JACKABOIIII "What now?" I groan, dialing Jacks number.
"MARK WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?" Jacks voice blasts into my ear. I pull the phone away from my face.
"Sleeeping." I groan.
"WELL ITS MORNIN FOR ME, WHICH MEANS EVENING FOR YA!"
"So what?"
"YOU HAVENT POSTED A FOKING VIDEO YA DINGUS"
"Oh Shīt!" I facepalm and jump out of bed, running to my recording room. "I'll just have to post two pre-recorded ones."
"YA BETTA!" Jack hangs up.
"Bastard." I quickly post two videos of prop hunt and check twitter. "Fans are freaking out, as expected."
I quickly tweet: 'Slept in. XD sorry guys'
And send it out.
After an hour of dosing around and getting dressed I hear my phone go off. I pick it off my dresser and check the notification. One message from (Y/N) Dateliv.com "I didn't expect her to message back" I happily open the message and read it. Oh, she probably thinks I'm a stalker or something I gather up the guts to reply:
Mark: Your artwork is amazing! Yeah, about the last name and profile pic thing...I didn't put my full last name so some stalker couldn't find me and I don't have a profile pic because I want to base my relationship on personality not looks.
I smile and send the message.
