Daddyplier

Chapter 7 ~ Game Time

"Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and welcome to let's play Call of Duty Ghost! I'm with none other than SnakeeSkinn! " "Hey everyone!" I said. "Let's get started." Mark said as he pressed the start button. "So we are on console, and that means I'm gonna suck." Mark said.

"Your still probably gonna be better than me. I am good with a PS3 controller, but I'm horrible at this game." "Okay, multiplayer." Mark said. He was trying to control the settings and I kept moving is the button. "What is going on with this controller?!" Mark said. "Okay, I think I got this."

He looked so focused, I just had to ruin it. I moved my joystick up. "Fuck!" He screamed. He looked at me. "That was you the whole time." I cracked up laughing. "Duh." He laughed with me. "I told you I don't play console." He said. I laughed. "I do."

We played around. After killing him over and over, I realized something. "Is it possible I'm better than Markiplier at a video game?" I said in a sarcastic voice. "Yes because I'm bad at console games. I told you." He said laughing.

"Alright, everybody. That's about as much time as I have so, thank you so much for watching and as always, I will see you, in the next video. Bye bye! " He stopped recording. He posted the video. I posted my vlog and so did Mark. "This is my new beginning." I said.

"I like it." Mark laughed. "So do I." He said. We hugged. "Wanna go get food?" He asked. "Yes!" I said. I grabbed my phone and we got in the car. We went to Little Ceasers. We walked through the door. "We've gotta go somewhere else." I said as soon as I walked through the door. "Why?" Mark asked. "Hope?!" My real dad shouted. "That's why." I said.

He tried to hug me, but I hesitated. We all sat and my Real "dad" tried to act like everything's OK. "What brings you to L.A?" He asked. "My parents died." I said. He froze. "Oh." He said. "You wouldn't know that since you lost all contact with me since my birthday. It is now January. And my birthday is September 8th."

"Look I said I'm sorry." My "dad" replied. "You know how many times I've heard that BS?" "What can I do to show I'm sorry?" "Don't try to gain custody of me." I said. "Let me be me and live with Mark." I said. "Okay, fine." He said. "Thank you." I said.

"Can you please leave now? I need time with Mark." My "dad" looked at me disgustedly. He just walked away. "Bastard." I said under my breath. "Anyways." I said. "Why do you hate him so much?" Mark asked. "That's another conversation I would rather not have in public." I said, trying to say that in the most polite way possible.

"Okay, I respect that. But god you could just feel the hatred. That was intense." Mark said. "It's OK. I hate his guts so I hope you can tell." Mark looked surprised. "You will understand eventually." "Okay." He said. "How good is this pizza?" He said. "It's great." I said with a smile.

"Can I have your autograph?" A guy asked as he walked toward me. "Ian!" I yelled. "In the flesh!" He said. I smiled and we hugged. He gave a silver sharpie and I signed the back of his shirt. It was a T-shirt of mine. It was the SnakeeSkinn t-shirt.

"Good thing I was staying with a friend. "Sign for me?" Ian asked as he pulled out his Markiplier T-shirt. Markiplier signed it huge. "I can't believe he adopted you. It's crazy!" Ian remarked. "I saw the vlog. I hope it all works... And as for you Raven... I'm sorry." "Raven?" Mark said under his breath.

"Thanks, Ian." I said. "Ah... What are you missing?" I rolled my eyes and kissed his cheek. "That's better." He ran away. "God damn I hate him." I said quietly. "What was that about Raven?" Mark said. "Look, do not ever... EVER... Call me Raven, okay? Please." I said. "Let's just go."

We got in the car and drove off. We went to the house. Mark tried to get stuff out of me, but I want to make sure there are no witnesses. Dad, Mom, I hope I impressed you by standing up to my "dad" like that. I love you.