You woke up to the sound of your alarm once again, feeling more exhausted than usual much to your confusion considering the fact that you didn't do much the day before except watch YouTube and go to school.

"I must've slept weird or something." You mumbled groggily to yourself as you dragged yourself out of bed once again to face another day at school.

You vaguely remembered having a dream with Mark involved somehow, but didn't remember much else past that.

You tried to shake the feeling off as you fed Steve before going to school, still unable to discern what you had dreamed about no matter how hard you tried to remember.

In the end, you ignored it by watching more YouTube as you usually did and put off your school work.

You thought about watching Prop Hunt before quickly changing your mind, feeling afraid of the hunters for some odd reason that you couldn't place.

School went by in a blur for you as you pretends to pay attention in your classes, your attention span shorter than usual as you spaced off.

Before you knew it, you laid your head down on your desk and quickly fell asleep, tuning out your teacher's rambling.

"Woah, the hell?!" You exclaimed as you arrived at a place that felt strangely familiar to you.

Suddenly, all of your memories from the last time you visited the Hub cane rushing back, making you wonder how you could've forgotten them in the first place.

"Hey (Y/N), Mark told me about you!"

You looked around to see Ethan talking to you from stage, nimbly hopping off and jogging over to you to greet you properly.

"W-why am I back?" You stammered in confusion, thinking that your job was done.

"You don't get out of the job that easily. Once you're a heart hero, this is your job every night." Ethan explained with a patient smile.

You glanced at the sleeve of your shirt and saw a red heart faintly glowing on the fabric, reminding you of your purpose.

"I'd go get armor, Mark told me that he noticed that you went on your mission without it." Ethan suggested, nudging you lightly towards the armory.

You stumbled inside to see Warfstache once again, the pink-mustached man absent mindlessly twirling a knife in hand.

"What can I do for ya? Ya need more stabby things?" Warfstache drawled once he noticed you standing awkwardly in front of the counter.

"I'm here for armor." You stated.

Warfstache handed you a small bottle filled with a sky blue liquid before shooing you out so he could help the next customer.

You eyed the bottle's contents warily, sniffing the liquid cautiously before downing the potion in a few gulps.

A blue aura shimmered around you briefly before disappearing, leaving you unsure if it had done its job or not.

I'd rather not have to find out, You thought as you wandered into the library.

You approached Google carefully, keeping your guard up in case he decided to attack.

"What do you want?" Google demanded you in a bored tone.

"I..." You trailed off, realizing that you didn't know what you wanted.

"Look, I have a file on your newest teammate if that's what you're here for." Google huffed impatiently, handing you a plain manila folder.

You skipped past your hero file and found Adira's, scanning the page do you could learn more about the person you had helped.

Name: Adira
Hero ID: 822004
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: American
Height: 5"4
Orientation: Straight
Best Trait: Loyalty
Worst Trait: Refuses to accept help
Bio: a mature and intelligent 13-year old who is passionate about the arts. She hates asking for assistance, believing that doing so would make it seem like she couldn't do anything herself.
Rescue Bio: In the game Prop Hunt, Adira was offered help by a stranger. Thinking that it would make her appear useless, she refused and tried to go on her own. However, because she went alone, it was easy for the Terrorlings to gang up and hunt her down.

"Woah." You muttered under your breath as you handed the file back to Google, feeling guilty for reading her personal info.

As you turned to leave, everything turned black once again.

"(Y/N)!"

Your head snapped up with a disgruntled snort when you heard your teacher tell your name, the class quietly snickering at you as your face flushed a light red hue in embarrassment.

"Care to tell the class who wrote the Federalist Papers?" Your teacher, Mr. Wilson, prompted sternly.

"John Jay, Madison, and Hamilton. Jay wrote five before getting sick, Madison wrote twenty, and Hamilton wrote the other sixty-one." You listed off, glad that you listened to Hamilton the musical a lot when you cleaned.

"Correct. You all should learn from (Y/N)," He nodded, glaring at the rest of the class before continuing the lesson.

You let out a sigh of relief when the bell rang, signaling the end of school and the beginning of another YouTube marathon.

Once you got home, you started to log onto your computer before pausing, feeling like you'd rather sleep instead.

You left your desk and changed into a pair of Markiplier pjorts and a Googliplier t-shirt before climbing into bed to get what you considered do be well deserved rest after a long day.