I'm Here

Where It All Started

Mark Fischbach, a man known on the internet for his voice and YouTube channel. 

But me, I'm no where near as famous as him. I got a couple bands with awesome fans to match, but he has over nine million. And for a good reason.

Mark is funny, handsome, muscular, and has a voice like liquid gold. There's no doubting it; Mark is a sexy son of a bitch. And I've been silently rooting for him from the very beginning. 

I remember back when Game Grumps was a smaller channel back in 2013. Jon had left, and I was asked by Arin to take his place as Not-So Grump. I got hate mail from everybody saying that I'll never live up to Jon, and that I should die in a barn fire. (No, I'm serious.) But then, I remember one e-mail that was different from the rest. It was one of encouragement, saying that they believe that I can be more than what Jon left behind. The one who sent that e-mail, was none other than Mark himself.

I hadn't known that Mark was a Ninja Sex Party fan until he told me in that letter, and he didn't know I watched his videos while I worked on Ninja Sex Party things. After we started going back and forth, chatting up a storm, he invited me to this small carnival thing in Cincinnati. So, I told him yes and began to pack my bags.

Once there, he showed me around. I met his friends and some of his family. While I was there, I stayed at a hotel around where Mark lived. He insisted on me staying with him, but I declined. 

After a couple days of hanging out and getting to know each other more, the small carnival was finally open. It was just the two of us. We went on all sorts of rides and got some funnel cake at the food tent. Then, Mark saw this thing that looked like one of those puke testers they put astronauts through. He insisted we try it out, but I was somewhat terrified.

As the guy who was manning the thing spun Mark around, he laughed but mostly screamed. I, on the other hand, was scared shitless. I kept spinning and spinning and saw the ground go from below my to above me. It was fucking terrifying!

After that whole trip, I went home and life went on. Mark and I still talked to each other over e-mail, and it wasn't until a couple months later that he told me he was moving to LA. My response masked just how happy I really was. The one whom kept me going back when no one accepted me as Not-So Grump. The one whom gave my life the something it needed.

"Now, I want you to say it right for once. Okay?"

"You are so fucking on, dude." Arin challenged me. I knew he couldn't say it right no matter how hard he tried. "One fart smel- FUCK!" I erupted into laughter as I spun my swivel chair around and around. "And now, my good sir, you owe me ten American dollars." I held out my hand with a smirk, and he angrily shoved the money into my hand as he grumbled. "Well," I said standing. "that's what you get for losing at that tongue twister for the millionth time." "Have you tried it on anyone else but me?" he asked. "Yeah, and they've gotten it at least on their second try." Arin folded his arms angrily and glared at me. I shrugged. He then walked off to his little space in the office, put on his headphones, and angrily searched the web. 

I pulled out my phone to check for any messages; only a couple from Brian and one from... Mark... I couldn't help but smile as I tapped it to see what he had sent me. It was a picture of him comically glaring at his puppy Chica, who was all muddy. I laughed lightly, and tapped the camera icon on my phone. I held my phone in the air so that it would get Arin in the background as I pointed to him with a mocking smile. Once I took the picture, I sent it back to him with the caption, 'This asshole still can't say one smart fellow he felt smart! Lol!' I then put my phone back in my pocket and walked to the kitchen to make myself some tea. 

A few moments later, my phone buzzed again. I checked it, and it was Mark asking if I wanted to get some coffee with him later. I happily responded with a yes, and set my phone down on the kitchen table as I sat down to relax. 

A little while later, I put my leather jacket back on, said goodbye to everyone, and headed out to meet Mark. When I had arrived at the local Starbucks, I entered and sat down at one of the booths that lined the place. I checked my phone to see if he had texted me anything like, "Can't make it," or something else. I was silently hoping that he'd show up, honestly. I liked Mark, and I wish I had more time to hang out with him. In fact, maybe I...

"Hey, dude!"

I was snapped back to reality when a smiling Mark sat down in the seat opposite from me. I greeted him with a large smile, genuinely happy he came.

"So, I was thinking," he sheepishly said out of the blue. "I know you might be busy with some Game Grump related thing, but maybe you should come over to film a couple videos some time. We could play Prop Hunt, Tug the Table, Soccer Physics, anything you want." My heart skipped a beat. The thought of recording something with just the two of them made my heart flutter. "I'd like that."