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™ Chapter Two ™

The morning light shone onto her face, brightening it up, allowing Mark to notice small parts where wires were visible.

"Um... I can cook." Mark mumbled in a tired raspy voice.
(Y/N) shook her head. "Master Fischbach, I insist." She said and stood in between Mark and the stove.
"It is dangerous to handle fire when your not fully awake."

"Wait, Google- (Y/N)? Did you call me 'Master Fischbach'?"
She nodded, her {Eye Color} eyes turning a light shade of bubblegum pink.

The name had shoved Mark into a state of consciousness.
"I said my name Mark."

She nodded, looking at him like it was obvious.
"Yes. It is. Or as your better known as, Markiplier."

"So, please call me Mark. No 'Master' stuff too."
She nodded, still separating Mark from the stove.
"Its just... Weird. I don't like it. I'm not more important than anyone else."

She gave a single firm nod, her eyes melting back to their normal {Eye Color}.
Mark sighed, "Can I cook now?" He asked and stepped forwards, though the bot seemed unfazed and didn't budge.

"No, I shall cook, Mark." She said, making Mark shake his head slightly.
Knowing he couldn't argue with a bot who had her mind set on exactly what she said Mark huffed and walked out to the living room and fell onto the couch.

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Mark placed his plate into the sink, surprised by how delicious the meal (Y/N) had actually been.

Mark walked out of the room, a soft melody reaching his ears as he approached his mostly empty guest room.

Cue the music up top~

"Let's go to the garden, you'll find something waiting." She sung quietly as she opened the windows a crack to let fresh air into the room.
"Right where you left it, lying upsidedown.
When you finally find it, you'll see how its faded. The underside it lighter. When you turn it around."

She straitens the sheets on the bed before moving to fluff the pillows. "Everything stays, right where you left it.
Everything stays, but it still changes."

"Ever so slightly," she steps back and inspects the bed. "Daily and nightly.
In little ways,
when everything stays."

She moved towards the closet, ending her short song.
Mark watched for a few more moments, before quickly shuffling away and back into the living room.

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So many time skips...

Mark finished editing a video and uploaded it, the light clatter of dishes tapping against each other as (Y/N) washed them downstairs caught his attention.

He hadn't remembered instructing her to clean them.
Saying he would get it.

He stood up and  made his way over to the door, pushing it open and stepping out.

He hopped down the stairs, peeking around the corner and peering into the kitchen.

(Y/N) was washing the dishes, most the dishes that had been put in there to be washed had already been cleaned and dried.

Sitting on one side of the sink was a pile of clean plates, and silverware.
Waiting to be put away.

"(Y/N)?" Mark asked, stepping into the kitchen.
The spoon she had been carefully cleaning, (as to not shoot water all over herself, cause man that sucks) dropped into the sink as she spun around.

Her tense shoulders relaxed and her face melted into relief as a small sigh passed through her lips.
"Hello Master Mark!"

She chirped, Mark cringed slightly as she once again called him 'Master'.

"Just Mark. No Master." Mark shook his head slightly.
"Sorry, Mas- Mark..."