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Hello my lovelies! 

It really has been a long time since I've bothered posting anything here, for which I apologize. As some of you may know, I have been dealing with a lot lately and that has prevented me from doing much of anything. Well, I have some good news! A friend and I are actually going to be writing together. I've thought long and hard about a lot of things happening in all of my stories, and I've decided that I am going to take the time to rewrite REBOOT. 

Though I know this is a beloved story for many of you, I've taken some time to go over the material that I've written and I'm not satisfied with the outcome. 

So, henceforth, I shall be taking the time to write and redo one of my all-time favourite stories. A lot is going to change, while keeping many elements the same. 

I hope you're in for rediscovering Markiplier: REBOOT with me, as well as with my other fans and readers :)

 I love you all so much! Thanks for being amazing.


Elise.

P.S. Because I know you have been dying for some new material for quite some time, I am posting the unfinished draft of Episode 25 below. I hope you enjoy it :)

Episode 25: Ringing In the New Year

Mags, Ricky, Mark and I were all crammed onto the couch in my living room. We were all decked out in our fanciest of clothes, celebrating both the come of the New Year and Mags' good health. She was released from the hospital four days ago.

And I couldn't be happier than to have her back.

The four of us sat with our arms wrapped around each other, happy to in each other's company. Among us were our friends and family. Tom and his wife were here, and Tony and Cassie looked adoringly into each other's eyes (yeah, did I forget to mention that they are back together?). Wade and Molly were cuddled up in my armchair, cute as ever. But, of course, the party wouldn't be complete without Bob and Mandy, who were both purposely late, though their wanted presence was unbeknownst to Mark.

It was a surprise that Wade and I concocted and the two of us kept glancing at each other, worried about Bob's tardiness. We told him to come late, maybe by an hour or so, but we were never specified how late. So, in reality, we were surprising ourselves as well as Mark.

Mark, of course, caught on to our suspicious glances and he started getting a little uncomfortable, wiggling in his seat. Eventually, Ricky asked Mark to join him in the kitchen. They were getting more drinks for the small group of people crowding my apartment. I caught Wade's eye and then looked at Mark and Rickster, Wade following suit. The two of us silently wondered what the duo were talking about. All I could make out was, "You notice Ellie and Wade eyeing each other?"

Rick dismissed it, saying that it was nothing to worry about. That we were waiting on someone. I rolled my eyes and quickly looked away when I saw the two make their way back to where we were seated. Christ, Ricky, I said while glaring daggers in his directions, now the big man baby is going to ask questions. That's the last thing we want him to do! Ricky seemed to catch on to what I was thinking and simply chuckled while he took a sip from his beer, turning his attention to the Time's Square TV broadcast.

Mark plopped down on the couch beside me, a Coke in his hands. He put a strong arm around me and I smiled up at him. Mark raised a questioning eyebrow. "Why you so happy?"

"What, is it a crime to be happy, Mark?" I chuckle.

He gives me an expression of mock seriousness. "What if it is?"

"Then you'll have to arrest me because I broke the law," I say as I hold my hands out for him. "Cuff me and take my downtown, big boy! I am a crazed hell-raiser bound for the dark side."

Mark laughs and kisses my forehead, holding me close to his side. I smile and laugh along with him. "We all know I'd follow you to the dark side... I hear they have cookies."

"That's because I baked them."

"Then I want nothing to do with any cookies--"

"Hey! If I recall, you were the one who burned food, not me!"

"Ba humbug!" he exclaims.

"Whatever you say, Ebeneezer Scrooge."

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