Yami's P.O.V

I found myself bursting awake, last night's dream still fresh in my memory. I looked around, looking for the camera that the dream said was spying on us. There were none, and yet. I still felt like I was being watched.

I looked down to see Mark slowly stirring, and I felt a smile cross my face. He gave a tired yawn, stretching out to take as much room as possible before shrinking down into a ball again. It was cute.

"Morning Aaron." Mark said before opening his eyes, which made me wonder how he knew I was awake. I brushed it aside and smiled down at him.

"Morning Mark." I replied, and let him get out of the way before I swung my legs down and stood up.

"Morning Markiplier and Yamimash! I hope you like eggs for breakfast!" The voice called down, and a box fell from the roof, along with something black that I just decided was dust. Mark went over to the box, picking it up and bringing it over.

"Scrambled eggs, and one fork. She does realize there are two of us, right?" Mark joked but I just looked down at the food, giving him a weak smile. I was starved, and if I ate first there wouldn't be enough for the two of us.

"You can eat first then, since I got the bed." I said and Mark shrugged, digging in. I watched the room, wondering how the person was watching if there weren't any cameras. It just felt like a horror game, except this was real life. Wasn't it?

"Here you are Aaron." Mark said, wiping the fork on his shirt and handing over both the fork and box. I looked at the other half of egg, digging in happily.

"This is actually pretty good." I said, rejoiced that at least we were being fed proper food.

"Why thank you. Eggs happen to be my specialty. My mum said that I was the best at scrambled eggs." The voice said, sounding very pleased with herself. Mark laughed as I demolished the rest of the food, placing the box down.

And that was when I spotted something crawling, something black. Black with eight legs.

"MARK! MARK! THERE IS A SPIDER! KILL IT MARK, KILL IT!" I screeched instantly, jumping onto the bed in fear. I watched Mark run after the spider, trying to squish it with the box, avoiding trying to step on it. I mean, what if it was poisonous and he stepped on it? What would I do then?

"Almost got it, there!" Mark said, finally squishing the spider dead under the box. He looked at me, a huge grin on his face. "And that is how a MANLY man deals with a spider."

"Shuddup." I muttered, my face turning red from embarrassment. I was glad Jess wasn't here though. She would most likely try to save the spider. At least Mark killed it. "I could of dealt with it."

"Yamimash was a big baby." Mark said, putting emphasis on the word 'baby'.

I glared at him, shouting back, "Shut up!"

We both ended up laughing as Mark tried to figure out the best way to dispose of the spider, scooping it up with the fork and placing it in the box. I just sat there, gazing over at Mark, a goofy grin on my face.