The Assistant

how about that video?

"What to wear, what to wear...." I shuffle around my room, tossing various dresses and shirts around. Today isn't NEARLY as hot as Wednesday was. It is the perfect 83° Saturday with a 12% chance of rain. I finally pick out a red plaid shirt and some ripped skinny jeans from my mess of a closet. "This could work...." I look myself up and down in the mirror and grin. "I could do a cute messy bun with it too.... I'm talking to myself." I frown.

Rushing through my morning routine, I finish my makeup and hair. Trotting downstairs, I notice my mother isn't home. A note is tacked to the front door:

(Y/n)
I had to go to work early this morning. Sorry, sweetheart. Looks like you'll be eating cereal. I also left a gift on the table for you. You're welcome ;)
-mommy

I look over at the box on the table and smile. "Awe. How sweet." I laugh, tossing the note down on the table top. Just looking at the box, I already know what it is. "A camera!" I squeal, opening the box to reveal a sleek, black video camera. "Niiiiceeee." I laugh.

Suddenly, my phone dings, signalling a text message. I open The lock screen and read

Unknown: can you come in early?
Me: who's this?
Unknown: It's mark😂
Me: oh... Yes sir. I'm on my way.

I quickly change the contact name to 'Mark' in my phone and head out the door. Driving slightly over the speed limit, I reach the office 10 minutes later. Hurrying out of my car, I lock it and rush inside. The familiar high pitched ring erupts over my head again as I walk through the door.

"I'm here!" I announce, walking into the main office area. "Oh, hey." Amy smiles, standing up from the couch. "Mark told you to come in early, didn't he?" She laughs. "Uh, yes... why?" I ask. "Congrats. You passed the first test. You're punctual." She smiles.

"Tyler and Ethan won't be here until noon... so relax until then. Mark is almost done with a try not to cringe video. We don't usual do anything else until everyone is here." She says, standing up. "Okay... so what do I do for my job?" I ask, practically twiddling my thumbs.

"Well, all kinds of things really. You'll be on camera most of the time though. With Mark and the others." I freeze immediately after she says that. "B-bu-but... I uh.." I attempt. "Haha you'll do fine." Amy grins. "Hm... I guess we could go ahead and set up your channel while we wait for the guys." She shrugs.

"M-My channel?!" I am completely bewildered at this point. "Yeah... what did you expect you'd be doing? Fetching coffee?!" Amy laughs. "Well... isn't that what assistants do?" "Who said you were going to be an assistant?!" She exclaims. "No. You're one of us now. Part of the family." She smiles, patting me on the back.

She walks me into the editing room and sits in a desk chair. "So what shall your name be?" She questions, tapping her chin. "I'm thinking..... 'Kookoogames'." Amy smiles. I shudder, thinking of something better. "Or maybe (yt/n) ( YouTube name)." I hold up my hands. "That sounds good." She smiles. Typing it into the computer.

"Annnnnnd.... now we upload a video to get the juices flowing." Amy grins. "....like 20 questions with Mark!" She exclaims. "But I'm not good in front of a camera!" I try to explain. "Nonsense. Now let's go we if he is done recording." 'SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!' My head spins.

(The video)

"Hi there, humans! My name is (yt/n) and welcome to the first video of my channel. Today, I'll be playing 20 awkward questions with someone you all know and love: Markiplier." I smile, trying not to shake from nervousness. "Hey guys!" Mark gleams. "ALRIGHT. So Mark and Amy have prepared some rather awkward and personal questions for me to answer.... But... there's a catch. For every question I refuse to answer, Mark gets to shoot a foam arrow at me.... oh lord..... So I guess let's get started?"

Mark pulls out his phone and reads the first question. "Name one actor and actress that you would fuck." "Shit." I hate this already. "I-I'm good..." I grin innocently. "This is going to be fun for me then." Mark laughs. Amy follows us outside with the camera and films as Mark let's an arrow fly into my gut. "FUCKING CUNT NUTS." I grunt, holding my stomach.

Once back inside, we go through about ten more questions that I answer without a problem. "Alright. Number 12. Who is your youtuber crush?" My cheeks heat up and I look at my lap. "....crkgmpls....." I mutter. "What?" Mark asks, holding a hand up to his ear. "I said. Crangmps..." "one more time...." "FUCKING CRANK GAME PLAYS." I practically scream. Mark leans back, eyes wide, smiling from ear to ear.

"WELL THEN." He laughs. "Moving onnnn.... Number 13." He smiles, continuing the game. I refuse to answer once or twice more, resulting in two more arrows to the gut. "Alright, (y/n). Final question. Why Crank game plays?" "FUCK YOU, THAT'S WHY." I laugh nervously. "Yes! One last arrow!!!" Mark yells.

"Alright... well that does it for this complete annihilation of my ego and self esteem. If you enjoyed this video, boink that like button asap! And hugs for everyone. Love yah, and I'll see yah in the next video, byers!"

"Yay! See, that wasn't so bad." Amy smiles from behind the camera. "I'm going to get Ethan to edit it and it'll be posted in a few hours." "No! Get Kathryn to do it please...." I smile. "Why- oh... okay." Amy smiles. I sigh and stand up as she leaves the room. "Soooooo...." Mark grins. "You and little boy blue." "SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP." my face turns as red as a cherry and I rush out of the room.

I enter the break room and plop down on the couch. Pulling out my phone, I check my Instagram, my Twitter, and Snapchat. Then I text my best friend, (b/f/n).

Me: so guess who I'm working for
(B/f/n): whooooooo?!
Me: the one and only markiplier.
(B/f/n): no fucking way. Prove it

I laugh and send her a quick selfie of me with Mark in the back. Instantly she begins freaking out, saying how lucky I am and if she can come meet him. I shake my head and laugh. "Not today."

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Yay. You confessed your love over the internet.
-K