"Hello?" Was all he ever said to me. He was only an echo. A small echo. He'd follow me wherever I'd go.

"Hello?" He looked into my blue eyes, his mocha ones sad and depressed.

You're probably wondering what happening the YouTuber known as Markiplier. We got in a crash and it damaged his brain. Now he can only say a few words. He can understand anything I say or anyways says, but cannot form all those words by himself.

"Hey Mark." I said to him, and his frown turned into a smile.

"Jack." He said. Only one word. One word was his capacity. He wanted to say more and I could tell, but he couldn't do it. Not at all.

"Yes Mark?" I cocked my head, looking at him with wonder.

"A-A....Apple?" He asked me, and he went to a fruit vendor. He pointed to the apple of his choice and I bought it for him.

"T-T-T-T...Tha-Thanks." He mustered. He was having trouble, but he finished the word. Five or more letter words were hard for him, since his speaking is of a small child.

"You're welcome Markimoo." I sighed happily. He took a bite of his apple, happy as he could be.

"M-M-Ma-Mark.....Markimoo?" He question his nickname.

"It's a nickname you silly." I told him, and he nodded. He understood.

He always did.