Friends with Mark: A Markiplier Fanfic

The Dwelling of Markimoo

I followed Mark to his house, not far from the huge mall we had just come from. Mark's house was huge, easily twice the size of mine, a cramped dorm compared to this masterpiece of architecture. It closely resembled a Victorian mansion, though, of course, not as big. There was a French door, tall windows, and a second story. As I pulled up the driveway, I was rendered speechless by the beauty of it all. It was rather obvious that he was rich. I stepped out of Mark's car with my mouth agape. I heard a chuckle, and I shifted my gaze to Mark, who had his hands on his hips and a smile playing on his lips. "Catching flies, are we, Grace?" I shut my mouth, smirked, and rolled my eyes, then followed Mark to his front door. He grabbed my hand, then brought it up to the door handle, "Do the honors?" I made a little curtsy, then turned the smooth, shiny bronze handle. I pushed the door open, and was instantly met by a storm of claws and golden fluff. "Chica, get down! Chica-bica, is that a way to treat a guest?" Mark said, and Chica started jumping on him, almost knocking him down. Mark laughed in his deep way, "Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh!" He pushed Chica off, then darted inside, pulling me with him. Mark sprinted and did a belly-flop onto the couch, and Chica barked and climbed on top of him. I stood out of the way, giggling and cheering, "Get that Marky! Get that Markimoo! Good girl, Chica!" After about a minute of roughhousing, Mark composed himself, and said, "Welcome to the Markiplier residence!" He bowed, and said, "May I take your coat, young lady?" in a horrible British accent. "Why thank you, kind sir!" I said in an equally horrible accent, as I curtsied and gave him my Markiplier hoodie. He hung it up, then bowed again, stiffly and robotically. We cracked up, and Chica nudged my leg. I looked down lovingly at Chica, and Mark followed my gaze. I started loving up on Chica, talking in a baby voice. Chica loved the attention, I could tell. Mark followed my lead and started lavishing affection on Chica, and she rolled over onto her back. We scratched her fuzzy belly, and she kicked the air like in cartoons. We settled down, and Mark lead me on a tour of his enormous house. He was enjoying every moment of my amazement. We came to his room after a long, half-hour tour. "Last, but definitely not least, my room!" I stepped over the threshold delicately, and saw a gamer's wonderland. Posters and noise barriers lined the walls. There was a desk, a huge desk covered in gaming and recording equipment. There were several large computers, an iPad, headphones, a lamp, an empty, coffee-stained mug, and a couple empty food wrappers. On a shelf lay fan gifts, picture frames, and two headsets, the Oculus Rift and the HTC Vive. Next to the Vive were two controllers that are used with it. I turned to tell Mark how awesome everything was, then Mark said something first, "Grace, would you like to record with me? We could do whatever you want to! Anything really! A challenge, a let's play, a vlog..." I gasped, grinned, and said what any fan would have, "Yes, please!"