"Good morning babe." Amy whispered into Jack's ear as she lightly kissed his cheek.

Jack groaned in response, not be air he was tired, but because he had been hoping that he would've woken up from the nightmare he was trapped in by now.

"I know it's early, but Tyler wanted to spend as much with as possible at the gym and still let you get videos out in time." Amy replied as she ran a hand through his hair.

"Alright alright, I'll get up." Jack grumbled softly as he slid out of bed, disappearing into the bathroom in hopes to have a chat with his egos.

"Hey there Markimoo." Anti greeted Jack teasingly.

"Has Marvin found a way to fix this yet?" Jack huffed, ignoring Anti's comment.

"No, but he swears he's close." Anti answered, his tone dripping with skepticism.

"How long?" Jack questioned, hoping it would be soon.

"About a week-"

"A week?!" Jack yelped, momentarily forgetting that Amy would hear him.

"Everything okay babe?" Amy asked through the door.

"Yeah, it's...nothing." Jack finished lamely, no other excuse coming to mind much to his frustration.

"Oh, okay I guess." Amy replied, not sounding too convinced.

Jack waited until he heard her footsteps retreat before resuming his conversation.

"I'm gonna die if I have to go through whatever Mark does as a workout." Jack muttered sourly.

"I'll bring the popcorn." Anti chuckled before he left, leaving Jack alone in the bathroom with his thoughts.

Jack sighed before returning to the bedroom to change into a red tank top and black shorts, finding himself wishing he had muscles like Mark as he looked at his reflection.

He was pulled from his musings when he heard a knock on the door.

He walked over and opened it, finding Tyler dressed similarly to him with a bag slung over his shoulder.

"You ready?" Tyler asked Jack eagerly.

Hello no, I'm going to die, Jack thought as he plastered a fake smile on his face.

"Let's do it!" Jack cheered with forced enthusiasm before following Tyler to his car.

Meanwhile, Mark was sitting in front of Jack's computer wondering how to actually work his set up.

"You don't know his password, so you?"

Mark jumped in surprise when Dark abruptly appeared behind him, an amused smirk on his face.

"I can't even tell his fans why I can't upload." Mark huffed in irritation, running his hand through his hair in thought.

Jack's coffee brown hair was fluffier then his and took more work than he expected to keep untangled.

"His password might be written down somewhere." Dark guesses with a shrug before disappearing, leaving Mark to his search.

"Great." Mark muttered as he looked around on Jack's desk for some kind of password.

He soon found a red journal that looked like it was from Papers, Please that was filled with lines upon lines of hastily scribbled notes.

"He wasn't kidding when he said his handwriting was a mess." Mark remarked as he flipped through the pages.

He mostly found notes about different games he wanted to play or things he wanted to remember from Gabe's he was playing before finally finding a page that had his computer password.

"BoopyDoopy1975?" Mark chuckled as he typed in the password, relieved to see it unlock.

He took a few minutes to familiarize himself with Jack's setup before searching through his library of games to find one to record.

"Happy wheels? No, he recorded the last one awhile ago. Umm...Subnautica? Wait, he finished it already. Ooh, I know one!"

Mark smiled as he searched through Jack's closet to retrieve a black t-short and black skinny jeans to change into.

"Hey Dark?" Mark called out tentatively.

"What?" The demon snapped as he appeared, clearly not happy with being summoned.

"So," Mark clapped his hands together as he stepped up to him.

"How do you feel about being recorded?"

"My arms hurt." Jack whined as he returned to the car with Tyler after their workout, his entire body sore from the vigorous exercises.

"Poor baby." Tyler chuckled teasingly.

Jack stuck his tongue out at him in reply before looking out the window, thinking about what videos he could make.

When he arrived back at Mark's place, he locked himself into Mark's recording room and typed in the password Mark had left on a post-it note on the bottom of the computer screen.

"I'm gonna regret this aren't I?" Jack sighed as he pulled up Mario Maker, noticing that Ross had made some new levels.

He took a deep breath before starting the camera, hoping he could follow Mark's gameplay style.

"Hello everybody my name is Markiplier and welcome back to Mario Maker!"

"And...done." Mark sighed in relief as he posted the sketch he had made with Dark directly on time.

"Jack, pizza's here!" Signe yelled to Mark through the door.

Mark eagerly exited the room to find Hawaiian pizza waiting for him on the kitchen table, diminishing his excitement.

"I know it's your favorite." Signe told him as she kissed his cheek before helping herself to lunch.

Mark took a few slices and picked off the pineapple when Signe wasn't looking, wishing Chica was there so he could feed the scraps to her.

Jack was the first to sleep since it was evening in LA while Mark stayed up later, recording a second video of bloopers before crawling into bed and instantly falling asleep.