One Love (a Markiplier Fanfic)

Chapter One

It was something not even the most educated of scientists could explain. The elegant script in fine black ink that was across every humans wrist at birth. Some called it inhuman, a work of the government, boycotted the finding of their soul mate. Others were simply content with it and floated through life trying to find their other half. The stories of soul mates connecting, passed down through generations, were legendary. The tattoos would tingle, sometimes even emit a light gold glow once your soul mate touched it. Stories of soul mates that grew up together, met each other on vacation trips, met each other by chance.

And yet, somehow, in his twenty-six years of searching, Mark had come up empty handed. He had met girls that had matched the name inked on his skin, but not one brought on the feeling of being the one. The one he'd spend the rest of his life with. Sure, he could simply show the name on his wrist to the world, slip up one day and "forget" to cover it before a Youtube video. But it wasn't right that way, he wanted it to happen naturally, like all the stories. No some wild goose hunt through the mass of fangirls that watched his videos. Not that he hated those girls, he just didn't know them. He didn't know if they'd lie and then get out to LA just to have some other mans name on their wrist.

So he was stuck in an eternal battle, not quite sure where he wanted to go with this. He continued to wear long sleeves, bracelets, cover ups over his wrist before he did anything, not wanting to ruin his chances at a perfect love story.

"Welp, that about does it for today's video," the dark eyed man leaned away from the computer screen, running a hand through his dyed blue locks. "That's so much for watching and I will see you in the next video, buh-bye!" he smiled, waving to the camera before leaning forward to shut it off. Glancing around his work space,  he managed too find his phone under a few shuffled papers. Notifications across the screen but a few caught his eyes.

They were from a group chat comprised of himself, Felix, Sean, Ken, Matthias, Dan, Matt, Phil, and Wade. The group was entitled 'Youtube Fuckboiz 2k16' thanks to Dan, and was only really active if they were in each others area. As far as Mark knew, that shouldn't be happening.

He pulled himself up from the office chair, unlocking his phone and scrolling to his last sent text in the chat. As he walked back to the kitchen, he read through the most recent thread. 

Dan da Man: so is anyone else invited to the raging Youtuber "get together" that Jenna, Anthony and Ian all planned or was that just Phil and I?

Philly Cheesteak: ^^ !!!

Swedish Fish: I think Marzia and I are trying to find the time to get over to LA, we should try to fly at the same time.

Cinnamon Toast: Mary showed me the video invite this morning. It feels like a high school party again.

Matpat: Oh but isn't that what Youtube is? Just a reoccurrence of high school and somehow, we are just popular enough to get invited.

Dan da Man: Okay Matt, enough of your philosophical bullshit. If you got invited say I.

Followed by everyone in the groupchat saying I.

Minion Man: Wait, was Mark not invited?

Mattiasiam: Bring me Mark..... or bring me DEATH.

Mark hadn't had time to check his email, he did have a full time Youtube job and all. He had been editing and pre-filming videos. Returning back to his fortress of solitude, he opened up his email, scrolling until he found an email label TOP SECRET from Jenna Mourey. Clicking on it let to a secret Youtube link of a video of Jenna, Anthony, Ian, Julian, and the dogs preparing Jenna's house for the party.

Picking his phone back up, he send back an I into the group chat. His phone buzzed with positive repsonces, until Jack messaged him outside the chat.

Jackaboy: Are you going to go?

Mark: Why? It's going to be loud and lots of drinking which I can't do anymore. It's going to suck.

Jackaboy: Well first off, I'll be there. Second off, you could find your soul mate! If people like Wade and I are invited, that means tons of smaller Youtubers could be invited. Your dream girl just might be there.

Mark: One and a million man.

The blue haired man pulled his chair out from the desk once more, pulling down his sleeves to look at the dark lettering. This could be the time he finally met the name that marked his wrist. Or it could be another failed attempt, another party of everyone desperately trying to figure out names instead of actually having fun. But the more he stared down at the ink, the better the chances looked. And even if he didn't find her, he'd still have a night out with a bunch of his greatest friends.

Mark: I'll go.

Setting his phone back down, he traced his fingers over the ink absentmindedly, thinking of the week to come. Five days. Five days until the party, until he saw his amazing friends again, until he could meet his possible soul mate.

Five days to find Hollis.