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Mark opened his eyes to immediately wince in pain. He had a head for five and the sun shining into his eyes didn't exactly help so the young man stirred slightly; the sound of cans clattering could be heard which made his eyes open wide to see he was on the floor with many cans of beer and redbulls scattered about, almost like a party was held here.

With absolutely no memory of the night before, Mark found himself quite confused, especially when he gazed down to see that he was wearing a pink women's club dress with matching pink high heels. Obviously the sight made his eyes go even wider,

"W-What...?" Before he could ask or even think about anything else, the sound of the song 'The Sound of Silence' by Disturbed could be heard going off from what sounded like a phone but it was not a ringtone he ever set. Still the man got up to his feet after removing the high heels then followed the sound until finding a black phone that looked grand spanking new with a pink cover lying on his empty bed. The screen displayed a text box alerting of over ten missed text messages; originally Mark was just going to assume that it was Lisa's phone but then he remembered the very last thing he did before blacking out: he drank Lisa's drink to record more as Marcy. He figured that the phone could have been one that SHE bought for herself so the confused and exhausted man picked up the device and browsed through the text messages:

'

_< Ugh...what losers."
'

Mark was in complete disbelief, Marcy was leading her own life and mind when she was out. She even met Jack?!? Mark didn't even know he was coming to America; he could only hope that Marcy didn't go too far while out. Mark needed to know more so he browsed the pictures on the phone where he saw dozens of selfies with Marcy and Lisa either giving goofy faces, cute faces, or happy faces all in different locations, there were very little with Cal, but there was just as many with Jack as there were with Lisa, one picture even featured Marcy giving Jack's cheek a kiss. Mark's headache seemed to get ten times worse at that point and it made him groan and rub his eyes,

"Oh god...you gotta be kidding me." After letting out a loud exhale, Mark changed over to videos where there were only two and each one about thirty seconds long. The first simply showed Marcy and Lisa singing and laughing to the song 'It's Tricky' by Run DMC in a car while the other video showed Marcy dancing greatly and quite sexily in a club while wearing the pink dress; she was also dancing with Jack. Mark dropped the phone back onto the bed then put his face into both of his palms in both anger and worry: he didn't expect Marcy to act this way or even gain her own personality.

After changing out of the dress and into a red shirt and black jeans, Mark had decided that he did not want this continue so he rushed towards his fridge and opened it to see a sight that confused him: the bottle that Lisa gave him was empty. Marcy must have drank some more. Mark just shook his head then threw away the bottle before heading out of his apartment and across to Lisa's door to give it a knock. When there was no answer, Mark was disappointed but he wasn't going to lose his cool so he just sighed and turned to reach for his doorknob when he heard a familiar voice with an Irish accent,

"Mark!" Mark's eyes widened before he turned to see Jack walking down the hall towards him with that kid-like smile on his face, "Surprise! Hope your sister didn't spoil me being here." Mark put on a smile, he did always enjoy hanging with Jack so they gave a hug as Mark replied,

"She...might have." Mark let out a half hearted laugh before Mark opened the door to his place, "C'mon in, Jack. Make yourself at home...sorry about the mess. Marcy had a party here with Lisa while I was out." Mark slightly rubbed his temple in hopes to relieve some of his headache. Jack just plopped down on the couch giving a grin,

"Your sister is something else, man. Is she taken?" That question sent shivers down Mark's spine whilst he started cleaning up around the apartment; he answered the best he could with a reply that was technically the truth due to his lack of memory,

"I don't know actually. Though she did seem to like you when we talked this morning." Mark wanted to facepalm, why did he tell him that? Well Mark didn't want to make it seem like Marcy was rude and forgot about Jack,

"Really? Well I'll admit, I wanted to ask her out. Where did she go?"

"She didn't say. She just said she was going out."

"Ah well, still awesome to see my buddy. Wanna record some stuff together while I'm here?" A grin came onto Mark as he stored all the empty cans into a garbage bag in the kitchen,

"You bet, dude! How does Mario Kart 8 sound?" Mark asked as he moved to stand by the couch beside Jack who just nodded while keeping his grin,

"Yes! More stuff to swear at." The two laugh then stood up to head towards the game recording room.

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Hai! Femshepfan here! Just wanted to give credit to SuperCakeStar for her awesome Marciplier pic Hope you all enjoyed this chapter

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Mark opened his eyes to immediately wince in pain. He had a head for five and the sun shining into his eyes didn't exactly help so the young man stirred slightly; the sound of cans clattering could be heard which made his eyes open wide to see he was on the floor with many cans of beer and redbulls scattered about, almost like a party was held here.

With absolutely no memory of the night before, Mark found himself quite confused, especially when he gazed down to see that he was wearing a pink women's club dress with matching pink high heels. Obviously the sight made his eyes go even wider,

"W-What...?" Before he could ask or even think about anything else, the sound of the song 'The Sound of Silence' by Disturbed could be heard going off from what sounded like a phone but it was not a ringtone he ever set. Still the man got up to his feet after removing the high heels then followed the sound until finding a black phone that looked grand spanking new with a pink cover lying on his empty bed. The screen displayed a text box alerting of over ten missed text messages; originally Mark was just going to assume that it was Lisa's phone but then he remembered the very last thing he did before blacking out: he drank Lisa's drink to record more as Marcy. He figured that the phone could have been one that SHE bought for herself so the confused and exhausted man picked up the device and browsed through the text messages:

'

_< Ugh...what losers."
'

Mark was in complete disbelief, Marcy was leading her own life and mind when she was out. She even met Jack?!? Mark didn't even know he was coming to America; he could only hope that Marcy didn't go too far while out. Mark needed to know more so he browsed the pictures on the phone where he saw dozens of selfies with Marcy and Lisa either giving goofy faces, cute faces, or happy faces all in different locations, there were very little with Cal, but there was just as many with Jack as there were with Lisa, one picture even featured Marcy giving Jack's cheek a kiss. Mark's headache seemed to get ten times worse at that point and it made him groan and rub his eyes,

"Oh god...you gotta be kidding me." After letting out a loud exhale, Mark changed over to videos where there were only two and each one about thirty seconds long. The first simply showed Marcy and Lisa singing and laughing to the song 'It's Tricky' by Run DMC in a car while the other video showed Marcy dancing greatly and quite sexily in a club while wearing the pink dress; she was also dancing with Jack. Mark dropped the phone back onto the bed then put his face into both of his palms in both anger and worry: he didn't expect Marcy to act this way or even gain her own personality.

After changing out of the dress and into a red shirt and black jeans, Mark had decided that he did not want this continue so he rushed towards his fridge and opened it to see a sight that confused him: the bottle that Lisa gave him was empty. Marcy must have drank some more. Mark just shook his head then threw away the bottle before heading out of his apartment and across to Lisa's door to give it a knock. When there was no answer, Mark was disappointed but he wasn't going to lose his cool so he just sighed and turned to reach for his doorknob when he heard a familiar voice with an Irish accent,

"Mark!" Mark's eyes widened before he turned to see Jack walking down the hall towards him with that kid-like smile on his face, "Surprise! Hope your sister didn't spoil me being here." Mark put on a smile, he did always enjoy hanging with Jack so they gave a hug as Mark replied,

"She...might have." Mark let out a half hearted laugh before Mark opened the door to his place, "C'mon in, Jack. Make yourself at home...sorry about the mess. Marcy had a party here with Lisa while I was out." Mark slightly rubbed his temple in hopes to relieve some of his headache. Jack just plopped down on the couch giving a grin,

"Your sister is something else, man. Is she taken?" That question sent shivers down Mark's spine whilst he started cleaning up around the apartment; he answered the best he could with a reply that was technically the truth due to his lack of memory,

"I don't know actually. Though she did seem to like you when we talked this morning." Mark wanted to facepalm, why did he tell him that? Well Mark didn't want to make it seem like Marcy was rude and forgot about Jack,

"Really? Well I'll admit, I wanted to ask her out. Where did she go?"

"She didn't say. She just said she was going out."

"Ah well, still awesome to see my buddy. Wanna record some stuff together while I'm here?" A grin came onto Mark as he stored all the empty cans into a garbage bag in the kitchen,

"You bet, dude! How does Mario Kart 8 sound?" Mark asked as he moved to stand by the couch beside Jack who just nodded while keeping his grin,

"Yes! More stuff to swear at." The two laugh then stood up to head towards the game recording room.

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Hai! Femshepfan here! Just wanted to give credit to SuperCakeStar for her awesome Marciplier pic Hope you all enjoyed this chapter