Hi. This is the story/log/nightmare how Glitchiplier came into my life. He's a silly computer malfunction who escaped dark, wilford and the other alternative egos of markiplier. He's not bad, he don't need to eat but eats a lot and he-
Hi! im glitc...
I just figured out now i want to have a day count for how long Glitch have been at Avery's, but i'll edit the first and later chapter when i'm done with the book someday. Day 9 I had the day off so i decided to lighten up Glitch's mood. He had been down the last couple days. He tried to not show me how down he felt, and i knew he felt caged here. He had only like 3-4 puzzles left. I could see some of the light in his eyes had dried out and boredom had filled them. What could i do to cheer him up? That we can do inside..? Hmm..
"Hey glitch?.. Would you like to join me someplace realllyyyyy cool?" i ask he looks confused. "What haven't i seen in here that's so cooool?" he asks. I smile and take my hands forward to him holding up 2 black hoodies with glasses and a buff (i dunno what it's called in english, but a buff is like something you can cover your lower face with. it's like a sock you chopped the end off and threw it over your head (y) ). He gasps dramatically. "OH you DIDNT!" he yells and push himself off the couch. I nod and smirk. "Oh YES. i DID." i smirk. We dress up and sneak out. I took some dark corners, shady turns and poof!
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(y'all just read it in marks voice) we're in the woods. With no cameras. YES. I checked. I drag glitch with me deep into the woods to a cool tree that's easy climb-able. Then we sat in the top and talked. "What would you do if you weren't the fox of the society full of dogs?" I asked laying on a branch, weirdly enough: comfortable. "Iiii.. I would go see Mark. .. aaandd my family.. nah. I would try do normal stuff! Like go surfing! or go skiing! I have always wanted to go to the movies.. those drive in movies.. yeah.." he tell me smiling and fantasying. "What about you? No job? nothing keeping you here?" he asks.. I think for a moment. "I would travel. then i would paint. Stay in a van. sleep under the stars in the woods like here.. and finger paint. Then i would travel some more then i would like to get a boyfriend and maybe a kid...yup" i nod to myself popping the p. That's what i WANT to do. i'm stuck in a boring coffee shop with not really good pay, and an average apartment. "What's one regret you have?" he ask. I look back at my life. I guess i don't really have that much to look back at. I didn't have a very interesting life. "I regret asking a friend of mine out. Which was when I was bi-curious. To my best girl friend. Who apparently were homophobic. Ahh.. that was a hard freshman year..." I sighed dramatically. Glitch was now laughing his ass off. It was partly true too. I just wasn't bi-curious. I knew I was straight, I just wanted to do something spontaneous. Which nobody understood back then. (Im sorry if you're not straight. Then you just ignore that part) I smiled at Glitch's giggles. "What about you, my little computer chip?" I asked cheerfully. He looked skeptical at my new nick name for him. "I'm not letting that one stick!" He giggles. This man child was adorable sometimes. I saw the late sunshine make his black hair get a electric glow almost. How his blue and red eyes shine with newborn life. He was sitting against the tree with his left foot hanging down. He had the glasses in his lap and playing with a twig he took of the tree. He inspected the twig as he thought. "Well.. I can't say I'm too happy about being thought about.." he said in a sad voice. This confused the crap outa me. "Thought about..?" I question. "Oh. Yeah.. How i was "born" was by being made up in marks head. Therefore I was made by his thoughts. He might seem like a silly man, doing stupid stuff online, being almost 30 years old and still not married or whatever kids do nowadays, but he has a incredible powerful mind. He have made me and a bunch others. Sometimes he doesn't mean to.. like me.. I'm that kid "mom and dad didn't mean to make"" He says then make a silly voice. I look at him, not amused at all. "So you're saying you rather not being born?" I ask kind of shocked. Well, I could understand the circumstances but still. "Kind of.. well.. it's not like it's my fault.. right? But at the same time if I didn't exist I wouldn't be in so much danger.. and out you in so much danger.." he says looking out behind me. "Although.." he says and looks back at me. "I'm very glad I met you.." he smiles. "Look Glitch.. if you need to talk sometime about anything.. I'm here you know..?" I asked smiling. He nodded and took my hand. He felt firm. He felt real, or he was real. We sat there a while in silence then we decided to go back. When we get back home I decided to get to know a little bit more about this "Mark". I went to YouTube and just searched for Mark, and Markiplier came up. He looked like glitch so I guess that's the man himself. When I started playing some of his videos Glitch appears beside me in my bed. He was charging in my laptop that was on my nightstand. "Why are you watching Mark?" He asked, and sounding hurt. "I just want to understand a little bit better. What was your brothers called again?" I asked carefully. Watching his face for any reaction or something telling me to shut up. He sigh and zapped into my phone. He closes the YT app and jumps into google. He just types in the magical words and punches a link with all my answers. "Wow thanks.. oh um.. sorry if you don't like me talking about him.. it seems like a sore spot..?" I question again. He zaps out again and sits beside me. He just shrugs and lie down, fishing up a rubixs cube and plays with it. I read until I fall asleep.
Glitch's pov She fell asleep on my shoulder, phone in hand, in the middle of a chapter of Dark. I put her phone in the charger and ask myself if I should move or stay. I might wake her up if I move.. I stay put. With her on my shoulder. And with my heart racing..
