The drive was over forty seven hours. He was driven in a V.I.P. bus; complete with two coolers, two long and very comfy seats, a television, and a bathroom. Mark spent most of the ride either napping or watching the TV, occasionally popping open a can of coca cola. When the blue-haired man peeked out the window he saw that the bus was parking in a reserved lot, which made him grin. "Oh yeah, party time! Finally!" Mark declared with his hands in a prayer like position. The drivers rolled down the black window that separated their view from Mark. The person in the passenger side asserted, "We're here mister Markiplier. Are you ready?" The person in the driver's seat added, "Its been a pleasure transportin' ya, good day t'ya, Mark. I don't really know why y'all are so important. I ain't ever seen ya before in all my days a' livin'!" This made Mark chuckle because this man was so old that he'd probably never even used a computer before. He had two drivers for the reason of alternate turns, so if one driver became tired then the other would take his place. One rested as the other drove the long journey from Los Angeles to New York City. Mark thanked both of his drivers, and stepped down the stairs to the outside. His manager Bruce carried two bags for him, and they were pretty heavy. "Are you sure you don't want help with those?" Mark questioned, judging Bruce's strength to carry them both. Bruce nodded and answered, "You already have your suitcase to carry, Mark. I'm here to help, after all, so just let me get these, alright? It's fine." Bruce blew a strand of hair from his face.

Bruce had short, wavy hair; it was combed back with just a few bangs barely covering his eyes. His hair consisted of a single dyed white stripe. Some of his friends called him 'skunk' because of this. Mark occasionally called him this too, but only to joke around. The manager had hazel colored eyes and a good tan; he was taller than Mark by one inch precisely. "Where are we heading to, Mark? I'll take a guess and say your booked hotel room?" Bruce asked with a raised brow. Mark answered, "Good guess, Bruce, yeah we'll be settling in right here." He pointed to the Day-inn that was more or less right in front of them. Bruce nodded, "Ah, I see it now! I guess I wasn't looking around hard enough." To this Mark exclaimed, "Or at all, hahaha!" The blue-haired man laughed at him with a toothy grin. Bruce nodded again amd shared the laughter as he began to make his way to the front doors of the hotel. "You're a jocular man, Mark, always good for a laugh!" He declared through his teeth.

《 Time Gap 》

They both organized their things; Mark unpacked some of his stuff and his manager was checking in with the staff of the YouTube convention over the phone. As a manager you make lots of phone calls; planning meetings, interviews, events, and presenting trenchant arguments to gain opportunities for your client. Bruce was a busy guy, he did a lot for Mark in the business; furthermore, he even helped with sorting out fanmail too. Mark had thanked Bruce time and time again for his dedication. Bruce would often say that he enjoyed his job and that it made him happy. "I just got off the phone with Carter, he'll be seeing you around roughly eleven o' clock. Be ready by ten though, you have things to attend to before then, alright?" Bruce informed his client with certitude. After shutting his suitcase Mark replied, "Ten o' clock on the dock? Well, damnit, I wanted to look around the big apple! Do you know where we are? We're in New York freaking City! The city where dreams come true!" Mark waved his hands at Bruce as if he wasn't paying attention. Bruce smiled and rolled his eyes, "Dreams are for slumber, Mark. Do you know the death rate in this city? Do you want to know?" He tilted his head with an implicit expression on his face. Mark answered with a dismissive hand, "Pssh, death rate, c'mon Bruce, you gotta be more open to risks. You should have some fun once and a while! You never stop working!" Mark re-adjusted his glasses; he swore, sometimes Bruce acted like he was married to his work. Bruce mentioned, "If I had fun nothing would get done around here. Work comes first. It sucks, but its gotta be done." After he was done talking Bruce turned around and poked rapidly at the screen of his phone.

Mark chuckled to himself, "Alright, well when you decide to MAYBE have some fun let me know. I'll be here with pop-tarts and play-dough!" The next thing to happen was for Mark to unexpectedly pull out a small canister of green play-dough. He opened the lid audibly, and Bruce looked over his shoulder to see what the sound was. "Really? You really brought play-dough with you?" Bruce asked with a laugh; Mark nodded slowly with a silly expression on his face. The manager placed his right palm onto his face, trying to cover his giant grin. "You are so damn crazy, Mark Fischbach. Not even close to sane, I am telling you." He slid his hand off of his face to see the blue-haired man molding something spherical out of the play-dough. Mark danced all around Bruce, like a clown. Mark did the peacock while smoothing out the bumpy parts of the green dough. The manager's mouth was now a perfect straight line. "Don't stop me now," He sang a song by the Queen; although, he wasn't using his singing voice, so it just came off as annoying. Bruce forced a laugh, then snuck away as swiftly as an animal escaping capture. A few minutes passed before Mark positively stated, "There! I finished this masterpiece, so, what do you think? Well, it doesn't matter what you think because it's PERFECT! Hnnghrrr!" He made a noise similar to how someone would sound if they were trying to fart. Bruce turned back around to take gander at the newly sculpted play-dough, he admired the engravings on it. "First off, haha, calm down. Second, you actually did very well with this. It mirrors Septiceye Sam in every way. Good work. May I ask why you made this?"

Bruce flicked his head to flip the black bangs out of his eyesight. Bruce acted as he dressed, and he usually wore something mixed with the themes of fashion and casual. Today the manager had a red and white striped button shirt, and a black neck tie hanging in the front. The tie wasn't fancy, and it wasn't symmetric like neck ties usually are. Rather, it looked a bit undone, but purposefully. On the other hand, his footwear was truly expensive. He liked to wear the best kind of shoes; ones with buckles that shined and ones with great friction. Although, the shoes almost always had to be black, for inexplicable reasons. "Thanks, Bruce, I like how it came out, and uhhh, no. You can't ask why I made it because I don't even know!" Mark shifted his bottom lip to the side in thought; the idea of crafting Jack's persona just randomly popped up in his head for no particular reason. He had just by chance picket out a small jar of play-dough that turned out to be green. What else could he have made with it? Broccoli? Puke? A booger? Maybe not something so gross as those list of things. Bruce raised another question, "Are you feeling alright there, Mark? You suddenly became very quiet, and that isn't like you, hahaha," the YouTuber blinked and snapped out of his daze. "What? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention to what you said. Oops." He scratched his nose consciously with his eyes now on Bruce. The manager shook his head, smiling. "I said nothing too important, Mark. Make sure that you get that speech ready for tomorrow; moreover, please get to the 'point of inspiration' a bit quicker this time because we have one hell of a packed schedule tomorrow. Like I said, work first, fun later." "Okay, Dad, I got it. My speech is already prepared, and my point of inspiration will be heartwarming!" Mark inspected his play-dough Septiceye Sam while speaking. Bruce exclaimed, "And quick, right?" He received a smug grin from Mark as an answer. The manager let out an irritable groan, "...Mark..." he dragged his name on seriously. The blue-haired man chuckled, "Nah, I'm only kidding, everything will be perfect." The reassurance made Bruce sigh and mention, "I'm glad that you got a sitter for Lego and Chica because this is gonna be a long trip."

《Time Gap》

The manager's suitcase clicked as he shut it; he had called room service for dinner since neither him or Mark felt like cooking after their laborious day. In a hotel there wasn't really any need to cook anyhow, the caterers were brilliant, but of course saving an extra hundred dollars wasn't a bad thing either. In this case they went with ordering their food due to their deprived states. Mark was taking a photo of himself next to the numbers titled on the hotel room door. He was probably going to tweet himself with a caption that said, 'made it to my hotel room alive' or something similar to that. After he posted his picture Mark tapped his foot on the ground, unsure of what to do next. "I think you should rest, Mark. Early wake-up call tomorrow, you want to be up and ready for it all." Bruce suggested helpfully, even though he himself hadn't planned on heading in early. Mark quirked his head and thought about it; he wasn't tired but Bruce was probably right about the extra sleep. Bruce was a pretty lenient guy, but he also liked giving people advice or emending them of the worst case scenario. "Yeah, you're right. I'm gonna go to bed and get the extra hours. Goodnight, man." Mark head into the bedroom that was located directly on the other side of the living room, no walls separating them. Instead, a sliding door was what divided the rooms into two. Bruce said goodnight to Mark and sat on the cream-colored couch with his attention focused on his phone. The sliding door shut, and Bruce took that as cue to turn off the lights. To make matters easy enough all he had to do was clap; the ceiling lights switched off to the sound. It was a luxury to have lights like these. The manager heard a loud yawn from the other side of the door; he knew going to sleep early was a good idea. Mark fell back onto the bed after his short stretch and long yawn. He didn't bother to even move the blankets on top of himself. He realized just how exhausted he actually was right now. After a few seconds of staring up at the ceiling, Mark slid his eyes shut. Sleep caught up with him within a matter of five minutes, and all became silent. Tomorrow would be extremely busy, clustered, buzzing, and amazing.