Really Mark? (adopted by Markiplier)

Fiery Passion

You sit in the barber's chair watching Mark re-bleach his fabulous hair whilst at the same time you deal with the sizzling agony yourself. You were eighteen now, it was time to throw the biggest party of your life, but before that you had another special present in mind.

"Your blue is a little... old, Mark." you two sat on the couch home alone as Matt and Ryan were out doing the things boys do. Currently on television is Who's Line Is It Anyways. With Mark's new stand up comedy obsession he turned on this show whenever he could.

"Oh yeah?" he smirked at the flat screen as Chica sniffed at his shoes. "What do you have in mind for my next color?" You hadn't thought of answer to this particular question in a while.

"Well," you began racking your brain for an exceptionable suggestion, "How about white?" you question him. You peer at him out of the corners of your eyes as he sneers at this remark. "Okay then," he obviously didn't like this choice so you gave him another, "What about an ombre?"

"Nah, I'll get something else done." Mark refuses patting the top of Chica's head. "Do you want to? I mean," He rubbed the back of his neck after questioning, "I'll get your idea if you agree to dye your hair to my recommendation. " He quickly spat not actually thinking about the consequences. Shortly after he decided to contemplate his wrong doings, and all the while he mistakenly ignored your rambling.

All he eventually heard was "Have fun with red hair!" and by that time you were walking up the stairs to your room.  

Due to him not actually regretting this decision afterwards you both sit in the usual barber shop bleaching the natural colors away. Because what happened at Indy Pop Con with you and Jack there became two fandoms involving the innocent Jackaboy. Mark was a devious child on the inside, to say he was a trickster would be an understatement, but in the end you had to dye your perfectly normal locks to shocking green.

"Regretting this yet?" You ask becoming ticked off at the goo in your hair. You were too impatient to sit through this torture. Mark didn't answer, but he did give you a determined look that signaled a 'no'. "Okay then," you tended to say this before thinking about what to say next, "Do you still want to do this?"

"I quite like seeing you seep silent anger. It's highly amusing." He chuckles to himself as the lady returns with a tube of red dye. His chair turns around as his bleaching time is up. Yours should be about done as well. Speaking of you watched in horror as the process continued to rack your brain.

Soon after the two of you left for the homestead with new colors.

(I am getting into the habit of updating a lot more. All of my stories will be worked on from here on out. I promise. Enjoy the little baby chapter.)