(AN: SO I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS YAY FUN HAPPINESS - EMMZY XX)
Once being brought offstage and through a series of corridors to a white room, where there were wooden desks with sheets of paper. Mark didn't even dare to turn around to look at Felix, he must be going through his own kind of hell right now. Hell, him and Marzia were getting married, of course, he would be horrible.
"Please sit." The president said, standing at the front of the room. Mark took a seat down at a desk across from Felix, quickly looking over at the man, just checking if he was in a somewhat stable condition. Mark read the front of his paper, it read "Agreement of Match".
"Now," the president spoke firmly, "Turn over your papers on your desk. You'll see many places that need to be signed, and please do so. Then, after completing your papers, place them up here on the desk. You and your partner will then be escorted to your transportation."
Everyone went to turn over their papers, when the president spoke again.
"Ah, I'm not finished yet. I would like to talk to you all about your matches. Now, this is how it works. At the end of the year, whichever match was most popular among the viewers will receive the right to be with whoever they choose. Yes, for the rest of your YouTube career, you will be able to date whoever you want to date, get married. We have no control over your relationship. For the other 5 couples, you have to separate, for the rest of your career, unless instructed otherwise."
All of the people in the room widened their eyes. It was a grand prize. Everyone would fight to have it. Absolutely everyone.
"You will be transported to a random chosen house and that will be your home for the year with your partner. Your belongings will be transported there later on. Please now turn over your papers and begin."
Many things were rushing through Mark's mind right now. Sure, he would kill to be free from the intense system, but how far would he go?
Turning over his papers, Mark read the first signing information.
"By signing this, I allow YouTube and Google companies to control who I choose to be in a relationship with."
Sign.
"By signing this, I will keep the information classified that YouTube and Google companies control my relationships and that this event ever happened."
Sign.
"By signing this, I will keep the information classified that YouTube and Google companies are responsible for the pairings in the YouTube community."
Sign.
Wait, what?
'Why were they trying to hide this? Why was I allowing them to do this? When really, I could just get up and leave.' He thinks. Looking around the room, Mark then sees a security guard, keeping watch over the door. 'Ah, looks like that's not going to happen anytime soon'. Mark looks over at Felix, who is just finishing off his papers. After finishing his, Mark gets up and puts his papers in the pile on the desk. A woman comes from the side of the room, and waits with him, while Felix turns in his papers and meets us at the door. She leads them out, through another series of corridors, until they come to a stop.
"She will lead you from here." The woman points to an oddly familiar face.
"Varetta?"
"Mark! Oh lovely to see you!" She then says quieter, "I heard what happened."
"Oh, yeah."
Felix is still standing next to Mark, and while Mark turns and looks at Felix, he just gives Mark a sad half smile.
"Please," Varetta motions her hand down the corridor and leads them through the corridor. Mark wonders how many corridors they have at HQ. Once they finally see an door reading "Exit", Varetta pushes the door open and guides Felix out, holding onto his arm. They walk out, into the fresh, Spring air, it does look like early afternoon, maybe 1 or 2 o'clock? Opening the door of a Taxi for him, she ushers Felix in. Mark walks towards her, and she also ushered him into the car next to Felix.
"Varetta, can't you do something about this. Felix would be much happier if he was with Marzia..."
"Mark, I'm sorry, I wish I could do something, but, rules are rules. You'll just have to deal with it Mark!"
"No! What?! It can't be! Everyone will go insane! You have to do something!"
"I'm sorry, Mark, but we have no choice, what's done is done."
"But can't you-"
"No, Mark, deal with it."
And she slammed the door in his face.

The drive home is silent, neither of them say a word. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. When they arrive at the beachfront location, the Taxi driver hands them a key, presumably to the house. Mark walks up the steps, and takes on the house in front of him. It's nice, sure, but it's not home. And it will never be home. Approaching the door, Mark almost stabs the key into the lock and turns it, pushing the door open with his free hand. He walks inside, and all he sees is boxes. Wow, they move fast. Mark will have to find the one with the recording gear in it for later. Felix stumbles in, and flops down on the couch, looking down at his feet. Mark notices.
"Felix, look, I didn't want this..."
"What? You think I wanted this? I have a fiancé! I have a life! And now my whole career is taking over my life with forced relationships! And now... I'm paired with...you!"
Mark doesn't judge, because he understands.
"Look Mark, I'm sorry I said that."
"It's alright, since we don't want to be together, we'll just have to force it. Make it work."
"Why?"
"Because if you ever want to be with your fiancé again, we've got to win first prize."
Without another word, Mark walks upstairs, exploring the house. With one thing on his mind.
"Hell is empty, and the Devils are here."