I Was Adopted By Markiplier

Pain {one}

No Ones POV

Emily was a girl that was still in the clostet about being gender fluid, pansexual, and that she wanted to be called Max. Coming out to her parents terrified her to death, and when she finally gathered the courage to tell them, she got violently abused. The child called the police and they took both her and her brother to a foster home.

Max's POV

I'm finally away from that horrible place. I hope the other kids will be nice to me, or at least nicer than mom and dad. Should I even call them that anymore? I never want to go back to that place ever again. This is gonna be a long drive to the airport.

No Ones POV

Max had all her things that she needed in 2 big bags. As she was waiting, the man who was bringing her there decided to try and talk to her.
"So how ya fellin Max?"
She was happy that he used her name. The name that she wanted
"I'm a little nervous...do you know how the other kids are?"
"I have heard mixed things about the kids there, more bad than good. But with the amount of shit that you have gone through, I'm sure you can do this."
"Thanks mister..."
Max had no idea what his name was, so she trailed off hoping to get an answer.
"Kjellberg. I'll let you call me Felix." He said with a kind smile.
"Ok." Max liked the name Felix.

Max's POV

We got onto the plane. I was happy that it was not going to be a long ride. Only around 2 and a half hours.

A/N/
I actually looked it up and that is about about how long it would take from where I live. Which is Oregon.

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I felt I little shimmy on my shoulder. It was Felix pointing at the window. A woah came out of my mouth as the plane was landing. I heard him giggle.
"Welcome to LA, Max."

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As we were driving to the orphanage, I was shocked. It looked so nice. I took a deep breath, grabbed my things, and walked into the old, yet, nice looking building.

All the smells coming from the building are so good. Usually people think that these places are evil looking and kind of spooky. The staff would be rude, but here, they were all so kind, and the food smelled great! Assuming that it was for the children.

Wow, the room looks so nice, but smaller than my old room. Damn. I just remembered that I have to get my memories taken away.

A/N/
Which I know doesn't actually happen.

I'm gonna forget my friends, YouTube, movies, shows, but, but I get to remember the family that I can't stand. Woopie. I'm not happy about this situation at all. The only thing good was that I made a new friend, Felix, and I'm away from the pain.

As I was setting down my stuff, I heard some other kids walk in. I got death glares as I was climbing to the top bunk. Did they know something about me? I got back down to say hello. I went to shake a girls hand but she swatted it away like I was gonna do something to her.
"Don't hurt me you 'polar bear'!"
I knew that nickname could only mean that they knew, they knew I had bipolar disorder. They probably know I'm dyslexic too.
A boy then walked in. He looked about 14. He didn't give a very welcoming glacne.
"I have been here the longest. Over a year. So we need to make a deal. If Ms.Parker asked who you think has been the best. You say me. I need to get out of this hell whole, and the only way I can, is by being good."
I nod scared of what he would do to me if I declined.
"Ok, get her." He said.
His 3 friends started to beat me up. I then realised that you have to have nothing wrong with you to be friends with them, and be 'normal'. I had to read well, keep my temper under control, be strait, and cis. As long as they called me Max, I didn't care that much what he did to me.

Me getting beat almost to death went on for about 3 days. Once I told someone, the staff moved everybody's else's stuff to a different room. I was still getting hurt when I went to go eat, walk down the hall to use the restroom, or even just going on a small walk around the park.

I took note for every injury that I got. In total, I had over 300 scrapes, over 400 bruises, and only 2 broken bones. I knew, since I was not, 'normal', I would never be adopted. This was how I would live my life until I die.

I just passed the point of me being in there for 9 months. I was on my bed quietly reading a book for the third time when I heard a knock on my door. It was Ms. Parker. She said she had good news.
"Someone is getting adopted!"
"Yeah!! Who?! It would be one less person that I have to worry about."
"Actually, 24 people you won't have to worry about."
I was very confused. That's ever body in the orphanage beside me.
"Your getting adopted Max."
I was in tears. I was so happy! She handed me a folded up piece of paper. It was from whoever wanted to have me as their child. I felt the tenseness going to my shoulders as I was unraveling it.

Hi! My name is Mark Edward Fishbach. I have a YouTube channel called Markiplier with about 16 million subscribers. I do gaming videos with my friends and sometimes do stupid random skits. When I was reading about you, I thought you sounded very interesting. Ms. Parker said that you were very nice and polite. She said that you had bipolar disorder and were dyslexic. It's ok to be different. Nobody else was like you. Nobody had something that stood out about them. Then, Ms. Parker was saying that you were not being treated well. My heart sank when she told me. I want to have you as a child Max. You will be excepted by me no mater how you identify yourself. Now enough of the sad shtuff. I'm not boring, I think. I have dyed my hair a few different colors. I first died it pink just for charity, but then I dyed it blue, then red, but I removed all the dye, so my hair is now back to black. Uhh, I have a big dog named Chica and I'm a big goof. Please don't hate me ~Mark/future dad.

He sounded really nice, funny, and super cool. And I don't think a lot of people can say that their dad is a famous YouTube gamer.

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I was waiting patiently for the clock to hit 2:30. I was not coming out of my room. I did not want to see my new dad presented with fresh bruises and scratches. I heard banging on my door and yelling. I knew it was the kids wanting to kill me. They have been here a lot longer than me but I was the one getting adopted. I then heard them running away then a gentle knock.
"Max, bring your stuff downstairs, he's here."

When I walked downstairs, I could barley control my emotions and neither could the man in front of me.

A/N/ 1289 words
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!!
~Max