A collection of memories, from your life with Mark Fischbach. These chapters will skip around between moments and memories, although it will be in chronological order. I tried to avoid using specific pronouns as much as possible (forgive me if I failed), as well as names and physical appearance of the main character. This is my first Markiplier fic, so please be kind. I normally write about a homicidal, envious, little shit by the name of Loki, so writing about the literal definition of all things cute and cuddly was kind of a new thing.