You were at party some of your friends on a Friday night. You guys drank to much and a guy offered you ride. You say yes and so does your friends. When you get in the car, you pass out. When you wake up to find that you are not in you room and your friends aren't with you. Where are you? And what happened?

Mark's acting weird. Something's wrong and you want answers. That is, until you actually find out the truth.

You and Markiplier are close acquaintances. You've talked on several occasions and enjoy each other's company but you aren't exactly friends. You wish the two of you were closer, MUCH closer, if you were honest with yourself. So when what seems like his evil twin visits you in your room one night, what do you do? (17+ Warning!) There is a lot of fluff and grade 9 level awkwardness in this fic as well because I'm a sucker for that stuff. I'll put the subtitle ": Smut" on the sexy chapters since that's probably what you're here for and/or so the more sensitive readers can avoid it. REALLY INCONSISTENT UPDATES -- DON'T GET ON MY CASE ABOUT IT. I'M LITERALLY MAKING ALL OF THIS UP AS I GO.