Day one of being Mark's girlfriend.

I smiled as I got off the couch. Stretching and yawning, I woke up Mark. We had stayed up late watching horror movies. Mark had tried to scare me as I was nodding off that night, while I just popped in another horror movie with my game face. Mark awoke with a mischievous smile. "Any nightmares? Or any dreams of kissing me?"

"No, but I did dream that you were a pink, fluffy unicorn dancing on rainbows," I replied, smirking.

"Ah, such a girly dream for such a manly horror fanatic,"

My eyes widened. "What did you do to me?"

"Nothing, you just happened to grow a pink mustache overnight. The pink sharpie over there has nothing to do with it,"

I ran over to the bathroom and looked at my face.

~Mark's POV~

"FUDGE NUGGETS!" I heard (Y/N) scream. "MARK! WHAT KIND OF A BOYFRIEND ARE YOU?!"

"The kind that draws mustaches on your face while you're asleep," I replied, laughing.

(Y/N) came back into the room, red faced and fuming. "If you didn't give me that Gameboy and you weren't my favorite YouTuber... I'd be dumping your ass," Moe walked up tartly to (Y/N) and turned his head away from me. (Y/N) leaned down and picked him up, and whispered something in the cat's ear. Did she lose it? I wondered. Suddenly, Moe walked up to me and sat there for a good five minutes. He then left and I saw (Y/N) with the biggest smile on her face. "Do you wanna know what methane smells like when it comes out of a cat's ass?" She asked.

My smile faded as realization hit me straight in the face. The gas cloud reached my nose and I just had to take in a deep breath at that moment. "Oh dear God!" I exclaimed as the smell hit my nose and tongue. "I can taste it!" I made a gagging sound and covered my mouth.

"HA! That's what you get!" (Y/N) screeched in pure pleasure.

"Fine," I said seductively. "You wanna play that game? Then we will,"

~Your POV~

I looked at Mark, confused. What did he mean? That question was quickly answered as he got up from the couch, walked up to me, and pulled me into a kiss. I fought it for a bit, terrified of what would be next from... Earlier experiences. Mark let go and looked at me with a devious glint to his eyes. "Don't worry, (Y/N), I'm not gonna rape you. I'm not some sort of pedophile," he told me.

"Whatever. I don't wanna be pulled into a kiss against my will. I won't give in," I responded coldly.

"No need to pull up a wall, (Y/N),"

"You're acting... Different. Did Moe's butt make you lose your marbles?"

"No, I don't think so,"

"Well the Mark I know wouldn't say things like 'rape' without blushing furiously,"

"I'm not turning into 'Darkiplier' if that's what you're referring to,"

"You suuuure?"

Mark couldn't contain it any longer. He started to blush madly and laugh uncontrollably. "Y-yeah..." He said in between gasps. "I-I'm... Sure..."

"Good, I prefer my Markimoo and not Darkimoo," I gave a goofy smile.

"I-it's just a fan made thing..." Mark said, rubbing the back of his neck and giving a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, definitely not suspicious,"

"Oh shut up. It's not like physics and logic allow some sort of entity to absorb itself into someone's body and physically change the appearance. It would take years for my skin to get that gray in complexion. Not to mention the black eyes with red irises,"

"Wow. You actually look at that stuff? I just thought it was for fangirls,"

"I just thought those pictures should get some recognition,"

"And yet no one will know,"

"Not unless you tell all the fangirls on your Faniplier account." Mark put on a fake valley girl accent. "At Faniplier: OMG! I can't believe you're living with at Markiplier! Hashtag jelly,"

I face palmed myself mentally and physically. "Damn it... I forgot if you put the at symbol in front of a legitimate name for a legitimate account, it contacts that account,"

"It's fine. I don't hold anything against you,"

"You better not. Or this won't work out,"

"Yeah. I know,"

***

The following week, Mark and I were out for dinner at the fanciest place possible: Burger King. We were heading back home from an unsuccessful job interview and I begged for him to stop there. I wanted to try the chicken fries, but I mostly wanted comfort food. And what does any American turn to for comfort food? Fried shit.

I was munching on my third thing of chicken fries when Mark finally stopped me before I ordered another. "(Y/N), jeez. You're still eating a chicken fry. I think we're done here and let's head home," Mark said, unaware of the light pink blush dusted on my cheeks at the mention of "home". I was still looking for a place, but every time I showed Mark, he would point out every flaw and convince me not to place an offer. It was almost as if he didn't want me to move. Then again, the only real contact with guys that "liked" me were idiots in high school looking for an easy ticket to lose their virginity and a jackass boss who probably had a wife he never mentioned about.

Mark payed and apologized to the manager of the restaurant, then proceeded to shove me out of the Burger King while I was holding half a box worth of chicken fries. He sat me down in the car and drove back to his house. "Maaaarrrk!" I whined. "That was the third rejection this week. By the time I'll finally get a job, I'd have retired the next day cause I'm flipping a hundred years old! It's like there's some sort of magical elf telling them about every. Single. One. Of my flaws and they're like 'Nope! We heard that you used to be a big-time liar when you were seven! We're looking for people who don't tell lies! Go be a lawyer or the President'!"

"Maybe you could be a YouTuber," Mark said.

"And I have a flipping M-... Wait, did you say YouTuber?"

"Yeah. I've got a decent amount of subscribers, and if I show up in your videos, the subscribers should come rolling in. Then we'll be rivals," Mark turned over to me and smiled as we pulled into the driveway.

"You're gonna be having a run for your money, Markimoo," I said, walking up the stairs.

"Hey, it's not a huge rivalry. Every body can subscribe to multiple people. And it's free!"

"Okay, but can we get started now? I wanna have my own money!"

"It's gonna take a while to make a decent living,"

"Which is why we start now!" I grabbed Mark's hand and dragged him inside. I sat down in front of my computer, glittery eyed. "I've always wanted to play this game called 'Dogs Meow and Cats Bark'! But I never got around to it. I've heard it's multiplayer,"

"Okay. Lemme get to my computer and I'll download it. You go ahead and get started. I'll call you when I get the game on,"

"I need a camera!"

"Oh, yeah. There's an extra one in my room. I'll go get it,"

Mark went into his room and came back a minute later, holding a camera. "I'll set it up," he said as I reached for it. I huffed and Mark smirked as he set up the camera. "There, done. I'll get my things set up,"

I spun around in my chair while Mark left. I set up my things and got it all started up; I had a basic know how of YouTubing, but I wasn't a master at it. Mark called my phone and I answered it with speaker.

"Okay, you're at the game's starting point, right?" Mark asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Start up the cameras!"

I pressed the button on the camera. I heard Mark take a breath and start his usual introduction. "Hi everybody! It's Markiplier here and today we're playing 'Dogs Meow and Cats Bark'! We have a now three-time special guest named (Y/N)!"

"Or otherwise known as (username)!" I interrupted, waving.

"And this game from what (Y/N) has told me, is an RPG... Uh..."

"RPG horror. I've read all of the reviews and nine out of ten-- in a sort of simplified thing-- people absolutely loved it. I'm really looking forward to this! The summary of it-- for the multiplayer part-- is these two twin children-- a boy and a girl-- each have their own pet; a dog for the boy and a cat for the girl. They were playing around in the woods with their animals until they all fell down a huge hill and landed in another dimension. Everything in this new dimension was backward and chaotic. The twins and their pets tried to escape, but were stopped by a monstrous entity. This self-proclaimed friend begged for them to help it get its home back to its 'former glory'. Now on a forced adventure, these children and the pets have to survive treacherous dungeons with danger lurking in every corner ready to strike. Sounds cool, doesn't it?!"

"Yeah. It sure does. Let's get started, shall we?"

"Yeah!"

Mark and I played the whole game through, and I got to do the last few intros. Mark helped me edit my side of the videos and I uploaded one. "It doesn't help to upload a whole series in one go. You might as well have uploaded one video with it all," Mark told me.

"Okay. So I play the whole game and the rest of it's not made that day?"

"Only if it doesn't have a save file. Well, if it does have one you can do that. But it all depends on what you wanna do,"

"You wanna know what I wanna do right now?"

"What?"

"Kiss you," I got up from my chair and pecked Mark on the lips, then headed off to bed.