G/T One Shots

Amyplier: The Shrunken Boyfriend.

"Completed" in September.

Author's Note

This isn't what you think. And I am sorry. I spent months trying to come with something for this, and I wasn't even going to post this.Because at the time of writing this I wasn't mentally stable at all. So if you get confused, or even frustrated. Don't worry. It's okay. This didn't turn out at all what I wanted. But as I am coming back into writing, I wanted to go through and post what I had written previously, whether unfinished or not. So enjoy it if you do, if you don't then that is to be expected. Later!

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It has been this way for several months now. However, Mark wasn't always so small, I remember the day it happened like it was yesterday. 

Flashback

Amy's POV

It was a nice sunny day here in L.A. just like every other typical day. Me and Mark had made plans to take Chica to the park. Nothing was out of the ordinary, or so it seemed. The sun was out, the cool wind swept through our hairs, like it did the day we met. You could smell the fresh cut green a mile away from the park, everything was normal. 

Mark had thrown the Frisbee for the 20th time for Chica, however, this time around. She didn't go after it, we cooed her, but eventually we faltered. Mark went after it, I watched from afar, yet, in the blink of an eye. He was gone. I called out to him, but alas, there was no reply. It wasn't til hours of searching later, that I sort-of found, my boyfriend.  

Mark, well to put it simply, he was shaken up, I now towered over him like there was no tomorrow. He was about the size of my hand to put it lightly. We were both in shock. I think more him than I, yet, I couldn't help but coo at the tiny man. This made him both take a step back, and get frustrated with me. The humor of in on the other hand, lightened up the mood. Of our new found issue. I asked him what happened, but even he couldn't answer. Not yet anyway. I decided it was time to head home, so off we went, back to our place in the big city of Los Angeles. 

The Present

Since it had been this way for both Mark and Amy for quite awhile now. Both of them had engineered some ways for him to get around without her. Stairways, ladders, and other sorts of platforms had been scattered around the house. It was easier for the both of them, and well, quite comforting when they were together. That way Amy always knew he was safe, and not likely to be stepped on. And well, on the opposite hand, Mark, quite literally, was pleased to not be in that dangerous environment. They say that you never quite love your height until you lose it. For Mark, he lost many feet of his former self. Without any recollection of how or why, was the universe teaching him a lesson? Who knows. 

Each night, during his slumber Mark would slowly gather more and more reasoning of how this came to be. in his wake he pondered his dreams, even his nightmares. Trying so eagerly to find a solution. He craved so badly to be his former self. Yet, in a way, he enjoyed this new found lifestyle. It brought him closer to a lot of things, mainly the ground. But. We will leave that all to the thoughts of our own minds.

As time moved forward life because easier, another walk in the woods you might say. As it turns out the reasoning behind this, was nothing at all. No meaning. In fact it turned out to be just one of those unknown events. Something both magical and tragic. Will you be next? Does this have any meaning at all? Does your life? 

This originally started as all fan-fictions, or stories do. As something of fantasy, and something one can escape reality with. But as I have both started and stopped this, with writer's block, and even dealing with a bunch of life issues. I realized, that this in the end. Needs to be a gateway, for me to communicate something I have learned. 

You can stop reading here, or if you would like to continue. Go for it. 

I have noticed some things in this whole community. Mainly the whole youtuber etc thing. Alot of people dislike the actual relationship, and that is fine, everyone is entitled to their own opinions. However, people, please learn some respect, not for me, I really don't care. But for those people who write with their hearts out, for those who respect the actual relationships of those people we tend to write about. It is okay to enjoy septiplier. but don't waste your energy on hate. Have a positive mental attitude. Because the attitude you put into the world, will come back. It will consume you. If you stare into the void long enough, it will stare back, and it will be hell to come back from. 

Writing is a way for people to tie in their enjoyments, their fantasies, or even vent. I may be horrible at writing but I enjoy it, and that is what matters. Things will get better.