Chapter 1: Stolen

Mark POV: A perfect day, rising up out of bed felt like a warm blessing, and he could not wait to begin making videos for his beloved fans. He got up out of bed and dressed into some new clothes for the day, his lucky flannel as his over shirt as he was intending on not being a lazy scaredy-cat and doing those challenges in the fnaf four Halloween update. He looked in the mirror to admire his good looks.

"Well hello baaaaby, oh wait, it's just me." He said, fixing his pink locks so they folded over each either nicely, complimenting the brownish black sides.

He went to the kitchen and began frying up some eggs and bacon, requiring his morning noms before recording. As he ate, he began a group chat over facebook with Bob and Wade.

Mark: Hey guys!

Bob: Hi Mark

Wade: Sup Mark?

Mark: Drunk minecraft tonight or naw?

Wade: I'M IN!

Bob: Idk, I'm not sure if I'm up for a night of getting wasted. I mean haven't you thought about maybe being more responsible with our lives? Settling down to make some good life choices?

Mark: So, you're in?

Bob: Did you have to ask? (This was followed by a picture of a brand of some kind of drink named Devil's Cinnamon.)

Mark: Going to record now, see you guys later.

Bob: See ya.

Wade: Bye Mark

Mark: SHUT UP WADE!

Mark then put his dish in the sink, and walked back to his recording studio. He opened the door expecting his computer to be placed on his desk like normal. But his desk was clear. His computer and all his equipment had been stolen! Mark began freaking out. Without his equipment how was he supposed to entertain his disciples- I mean, fans.

He pulled out his phone and went back to the group chat.

Mark: Guys, my computer! My equipment! It's all gone!

Bob: Um, Mark. You might wanna check your channel on your phone.

Mark then opened YouTube on his phone, figuring out he wasn't even logged in. He had to look up his own channel, and go into the main page. What he saw was terrifying. The most recent video that had been uploaded was left by no other than… Wilford Warfstache.

Wilford. Mark had fired him after the whole incident that went down when Wilford tried interviewing him. He was not supposed to be anywhere around, but here he was. He opened the video and saw Warfstache, talking to the camera.

"HEllo LadIEs and GenTLeMen And all otHer CONfigurations OF BEing, MY name Is Wilford Warfstache, heRe to overtAke tHIs channEl becaussse SOMEbOdy decIDEd to maKe it tOo easy to DO so. A lIttle cAReleSs, Aren't we MarkiPLier?" He spoke in that stupid accent that Mark hated with a passion.

"FROm NOW on, ThIs chaNNEl belONgs to me and ONly me, I aM the nEW MaRkiPLIer." He then took a new look of seriousness on his face as he looked into the camera.

"bE WARned MarK, THere iS NO waY yOu can eVEr geT yoUR chaNNel baCK. IF you shouLd tryy, the CONseQuenCes of Your actIons SHall be… SEveeere."

The video ended then, and Mark returned to the group.

Wade: That doesn't seem good.

Bob: What are we gonna do?

Mark: Guys, relax. My awesome fans are probably working hard to get Wilford shut down as we speak.

Wade: You might wanna check the comment section…

Mark: SHUT UP WADE!

Bob: Um, Mark? Check the comment section.

Mark: Ok…

Mark went back to the video, and looked through the comments. All of his fans were laughing, assuming this was a joke he had made, still thinking him and Warfstache were the same person. Back in the group chat a minute later.

Mark: Stupid fans! Never liked them anyways!

Bob: What should we do?

Mark: Meet up here, we need to discuss how we're going to proceed.

1 hour later

Mark, Bob, and Wade all sat at Mark's table in his dining room. They were all confused and didn't know how they could possibly beat Warfstache when they did not even know where he was or how to contact him.

"Guys, let's think. Clearly Warfstache was in my house just last night, meaning he can't be that far. All we need to do is figure out the direction he took off in and we'll already be on his trail." Mark spoke, looking to both of his allies as he did so.

"It's not that simple though. The back ground in the video is completely white. We can't see anything about the place he filmed." Bob said, thinking back to the video that Wilford had left.

"For all we know, he got on a plane and is in Japan right now. I sincerely hope not, that's a long trip." Wade said, eating a cashew from a jar in the middle of the table.

"We can point out negatives all day. Think about an upside just this once?" Mark asked, annoyed at his friend's dark way of thinking.

"Our economies really showing some decent signs lately?" Bob suggested.

Mark sighed with Bob's ignorance. He began worrying that the whole thing was pointless and that his channel was gone forever. What if they never caught Wilford? Would Mark just have to kiss his past goodbye?

"What can we do to find his location? I don't suppose there's any way he'll just tell us."

"Actually, that's exactly what he's gonna do. Do you still have his phone number in your phone, Mark?" Wade asked, seeming confident.

"Um, yeah, here it is." Mark said, handing him the phone. Wade called the number and waited until Wilford picked up the phone.

"HElllo mystERIous CaLLer, Wilford speaking."

"Listen Warfstache, this is Wade, and you are going to tell us where you are right now."

"OH rEAlly noww, and HOw do yOu suppose you'Ll get me to do that?"

"By saying the 'P' word!" Wade practically yelled.

"OOOOOooooh, WHAt would thIs P Word beee?" Wilford's voice questioned excitedly, as if he were anxious for the answer. The confidence Wade was showing actually gave the other guy's a little bit of hope.

"PLEASE!?" Wade exclaimed, leaning back as if he had already won. The hope was gone.

Wade's confidence was broke as he heard the beep that signaled that the other person had hung up.

"Strange, that usually works." Wade said, looking at the phone in dissappointment.

"Maybe in preschool." Mark rage-whispered through clenched teeth.

The group sat there feeling defeated, as they tried to think about how they could catch up to the seemingly uncatchable. They all realized then that this was going to be a hard fight to win. They would need a lot more help in order to catch Wilford Warfstache.

"Call Yamimash and Jacksepticeye."