"JACK!" A chorus of voices greeted him. In the matter of seconds, he was engulfed in a tidal wave of friends.
"Gah! See-huh! It's great to-seeee...!" Jack struggled a gasp. "...You all...but I,... can't breath...!" They all drew away as Jacksepticeye caught his breath.
"Its great to see you again." Felix chimed with a grin. Wade and Bob nodded in agreement, sharing their own smiles. Ken resembled a strained rabbit on steriods. Jack leaned to look past them with a puzzled expression.
"Mark and Marzia are...?"
"Well, my wonderful wife is at home watching Maya and Edgar. As for your boastful boyfriend-we thought it would be more of a surprise if you two met at a less obvious locaton." Felix winked.
"Oh, great. Septiplier away. Anyhow, what idea do you have in mind?"
"Who is just the cutest IN THE WORLD?!" Mark asked as he playfully rubbed Chica. She responded by licking his chin, while she hit the couch with her tail.
"Aww, good Chica. But what is THIS...?" He pulled out a cloth rope. Chica immediately grabbed the other end and a tugging war ensued. Markiplier laughed as Chica reached the end of the couch and scrambled to win and regain balance.
Mark flopped back and lost his grip as something vibrated under him. He looked down to see Amy's phone, showing someone calling. He let Chica proudly chew on the rope as he picked up her cellphone. The icon was of Felix-and he himself was calling. Mark hesitated before glancing up.
"Amy! Felix is calling for some reason!" Mark called as he stood up. The call ran out as soon as he had finished. He heard the pound of footsteps as Amy quickly appeared, running over.
"Thanks, Mark." She said, quickly grabbing the phone and planting a kiss on his cheek before retreating. Suspicious... Mark thought. He turned and shuffled into the kitchen, taking out a smal camera.
He walked back into the living room and hooked u the camera to his laptop. He turned and gently attached the camera into a fold of Chica's scarf.
"Off you go. Find mommy." Mark urged, slowly pushing Chica towards the hall. She lolled her tongue and happily trotted away. He turned and plunked himself down, watching the screen. Chica loped into the room and watched Amy as she sat on the bed.
"Really?! How come you didn't tell me to come over?" She asked. There were a few moments pause as the person on the other end responded.
"Yeah, that will be more surprising." She added on a brighter tone.
"Alright then. I can try." Amy replied, sitting up. "Right, bye guys!" She hung up and looked down at Chica.
"Hi, Chica." She smiled. Mark decided to rush in before his camera could be discovered. He closed the laptop and ran down the hall to Chica and Amy.
"Phew. Of course you went here." Mark puffed.
"Mark... Why is there a camera?" She asked suspiciously.
"I was planning to make a video of catch in the backyard from her point of view, but Chica ran into the house." Markiplier lied as he gently guided the Golden Retriever away.
"Oh! Well, how about I help with that?" Amy suggested as she quickly fell in step beside him. "I think the camera could be more secure, and we have to see if under her might be a good angle..."
"Felix, its gettin hard to breath in 'ere!" Jack's muffled voice stated through the cardboard.
"Don't worry, she's getting him right now." Felix informed to the box. He quickly stood straight up as the door unlocked.
"Hello, is this the residence of Maaaaaaaaaaarrkiplier?" Felix asked as Mark peered through. He opened the door and took a look at Felix and Ken's attire. They were wearing ridiculous mailmen out fits-Ken's being a size to big, and Felix having to were mismatching pants, since the original shorts hadn't fit. Mark reached behind the door and suddenly brought up a pink plushie mustache.
"Maaark is ouut. But Wilford Warstache is here." He explained with a few shifts of his jaw.
"Well, when Mark arrives, can you give him this package?" Felix gestured his clipboard to the box.
"HMMMM. Warfstache is wooooondering what ish insiiide." He leaned over a bit. Jack suddenly burst through the top, spraying confetti and blowing a loud party horn, which flipped out and curled in.
"FUCKING SHIT!" Mark screamed, stumbling backwards and falling flat on his back inside the house. After a few moments, Mark looked back up and finally recognized Jack as he climbed out of the box and spat out the horn.
"When did you get here?!" Markiplier exclaimed as he wrapped Jack in a bear hug.
"Can't... Breath... Uh... Again...!" Jack gasped. His friend stepped back and let him catch his breath once more. Felix and Ken busied themselves grabbing soke confetti and tossing it into the box.
"When did you get here?" Mark repeated, turning to invite Jack inside. Felix muttered under his breath as he and Ken were left to clean up.
"I just arrived here. Felix had 'n idea that I should be crammed into a box 'n try to scare ya." Jack explained.
"How long have you been in the box?" He asked as Jack gently brushed some confetti off his shoulder.
"Not long. Felix leaves it to the last minute." He suddenly gasped. Mark turned to him as his face lit up. "Aww, Chica seems ten times cuter after I haven't seen 'er in ages!" He crouched down and petted the Retriever will her tongue lolled out in a grin.
"Actually, she recently got groomed." He explained as Jack stood back up. She bounded away just to arrive back with a rope trailing. She had one end in her mouth, and she gave puppy eyes to Mark and Jack. The two 'awwed' in sync and began mooning over her. As Felix and Ken entered-deciding to leave the stray confetti for Amy and Mark to deal with-they nearly tripped over the trio.
"Whoa! Mind not blocking the entrance?" Ken asked, slipping past them.
"Oops." Mark murmured, stnading up. He stepped aside as Felix saughtered past, his nose stuck up in a fake snob look. Mark let out a low whistle and burst laughing when Felix looked back and winked. They all walked into the living room, leaving Chica to whine and trot around them, desperate to grab their attentions.
"Welp, this bag is filled with my clothes. I'll just leave now awkardly." Felix announced, turning to walk to the bathroom. Mark flopped down on his couch, and Chica quickly invited herself across his lap. Jack sat down a foot away, watching as Mark stroked Chica's head. Ken heavily sat down between them, reaching a hand to rub Chica.
"NO TOUCHY!" Mark snapped, slapping the back of Ken's hand. He rubbed it and gave Mark wide eyes.
"I don't know if you're attempting to look like Chica, but I can tell you don't look like her in one bit. It's just creepy" The red haired youtuber said as he eyed Ken.
"Well, what if I creep you out enough so that you let me pet her?" Ken asked.
"And what if I let you touch my special place?" Mark retorted. There was an awkward silence. It was broken as Chica suddenly began to lick Mark's face, bracing herself up by weighing herself on a paw that she placed between his legs. He cringed back as Ken and Jack shared large grins.
"Well, one of us did." Jack snickered.
"Good... Chicaaaaaaaa..." Mark's voice raised in pitch as he slowly pushed her away. She finally hopped off, leaving him to bit his lower lip. Felix entered the scene, watching the two grinning like devils and Mark cringing away, with Chica walking towards him with a lopsided smile.
"I'm gonna go ahead and not ask." Felix muttered, settling himself on the free spot beside Jack. He wore bright jeans and a simple red sweater.
"Chica leaned on Mark's 'special place'." As soon as Jack explained, he and Ken broke out into fits of laughter. Felix grinned and looked over at Mark. He was glaring at the two, though he had a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Chica jumped onto the couch, yapping furiously. Ken gasped as he was squashed under a bundle of golden fur. She yelped slapped her tail against Ken's stomach, reaching around to lick at Jack's face. He leaned away and toppled onto Felix, who was trying to escape off the couch. They all were in a heap of laughs and trying to struggle free. All except Mark, who was getting his sweet revenge.
=D You just read something. This is the author notes. Nothing important is here-except that this is more than a little one-shot. Well. Goodbye.