The YouTuber whose fans disappeared

Mark stared at his computer. There had to be something wrong. He refreshed and refreshed. He tried all the other alternatives. 'Markiplier'. Nothing.
'markipliergame'. Nothing.
'Mark fischbach'. Nothing.
He pushed his keyboard away and put his hands at the back of his head. It had been a week and nothing. No new fan art, no stories, no what ifs on that blog he secretly adored, or confessions. No tweets. No Instagram likes. It was almost as if they had all abandoned him and forgot he existed, but in reality it was much worse. The reality was something he imagined might happen for a long time. It was the nightmares that kept him awake at night. He stood up and paced the room, muttering to himself about what he was going to do.
He went onto his balcony to get some air. It was raining, but he barely noticed. He closed his eyes and looked up at the sky. The cold drops bounced on his face, his shirt slowly changed colour. He looked down and wiped the rain off his face and leaned against the railing. What could he do? He couldn't call for help. Of course, call the police and say 'hey, I would like to declare a missing person. Well not one person. 2,500,000...' Mark let out a grunt. He had to find them. He had to get them back.
The Youtuber whose fans vanished. Not a good tag line.