A True Theorist ~ A MatPat Fanfiction

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Lilli awoke to the sound of a coffee machine pouring the liquid gold into a cup. The strong smell of caffeine filled the room as she sat up, yawning.

"Morning sweetness," MatPat cheered from the kitchen. He poured two cups of coffee into travel mugs, the second he gave to Stephanie.

"Why the travel mugs, Dad?" Lilli asked, folding the blanket over the back of the couch. 

"We're going out in ten minutes, to meet a client. I'm having them as a guest on the channel, and they're going to let us help them with channel statistics. So, I'd suggest you get dressed soon," he replied, adjusting his watch. 

"Okay," she replied, taking a pile of her clothes to the upstairs bathroom. She wondered who her father's mysterious client was as she got dressed. She chose to wear a pair of black ripped jeans, a mustard yellow t-shirt and a cap covering her bed hair. As she went to walk outside, she heard Jason and Stephanie downstairs, telling her father good luck for their day ahead. The client must be important, she thought.

After a long car ride into the city, they came across a small studio that appeared abandoned. The walls, once covered in an off-white paint, was reduced to the bare wood and flecks of paint still hanging on for dear life. It appeared as if no one had stepped foot in the place for a few decades, at least. As MatPat fished his laptop out of the mess in the boot of the car, Lilli took a step out of the car. Her chest tightened slightly, as she realised she still had no idea what she was doing next to an abandoned studio.

"Hey dad, can you tell us why we're here yet?" she asked, looking up at the building, wishing she was good at photography, just to capture this moment. The suspense, the mystery, the fear of the unknown. All things she hated until she came to America.

"A client asked to meet here, as to not go out of each others' way. I'm helping them with some sort of behind the scenes stuff. How to grow a YouTube channel, how to make your audience stay tuned. The kind of stuff I don't usually talk about publicly," he replied, striding before her to open the door. As they both walked inside, the hallway was silent. Only the sound of their footsteps and breathing could be heard. They ventured upstairs to the second floor, which held one large dance hall. From the other side of the room, a voice echoed off the walls and towards Lilli and MatPat. It was a deep, beautiful voice, singing without fault. Their words were filled with passion as they continued, oblivious to their presence. 

"Darling hold me in your arms the way you did last night, and we'll lie inside, for a little while here, oh, I could look into your eyes until the sun comes up,"

It wasn't immediate, but Lilli felt as if she'd heard the voice before. It sounded scarily familiar, like an old friend's voice over the phone that hasn't been heard in a while. She looked up at MatPat, who started to walk over to the figure in the far corner of the room. The person cut off their next word, as if they could feel someone behind them.

"Hello, MatPat," said the voice, breaking the silence. Instantly, Lilli recognised the voice.

"Mark?" she squealed, walking over behind her father. They both laughed.

"Yeah, nice to meet you," he extended a hand as they introduced themselves. She had watched his videos for as long as she could remember, including as many of his charity live streams as she could. Being in Australia meant she missed the first three or four hours, and had to go to school for their ending. She always made sure to re-watch them when she arrived home.

"Wait, but why are you helping Mark?" Lilli asked, puzzled, as she looked up to the online celebrity before them. "He's got 20 million subscribers,"

"And most of them are inactive. I've sadly tried clickbait, collabs, all sorts, but it doesn't feel right," Mark replied, gesturing for MatPat to come over to the small corner with a few papers strewn across a small stage. Lilli went to follow, but was stopped.

"Hey, I think I left my coffee in the car, could you run down and get it?" her father asked, planting a kiss on her cheek. She nodded, turning to face the staircase on which they came. She didn't rush, taking in the worn surroundings before her. Other than the exposed wood behind the chipped paint, the building looked perfectly stable. Maybe it used to be a dance studio, she pondered as she opened the front doors again.

The gravel under her feet cracked as she strolled to the divers side of the car, still confusing it for the passenger's side. America was messing with her taught ways of everyday life in slight ways, and it was just enough to bother her. She climbed over to the other side of the car, retrieving his travel mug. As she went to clamber out again, a small note stuck to the bottom of the mug. It was half of a note ripped, with a slight coffee stain on it. She remembered the night prior, and the note she shoved in her pocket. She searched in her jeans for the note, unable to find anything. She looked in the glovebox for her phone, and found the note in it's case.

She put the two notes together, side by side, so they joined. But there were multiple things wrong. The pen was different for each - one was black, the other was white. They seemed to be on different types of paper, too. One on a piece of butcher's paper, the other with the blue pen on regular lined paper. 

She slipped the two sheets back into her phone case, remembering to look into it later.

A/N

It's been on my list to update this for too long. After reaching over 7k reads, and being stuck in bed after a surgery for two weeks, I thought I'd finally pick it up again. Thanks for reading thus far, guys. -Charlie x