((THIS IS A CRACK!FIC I WROTE ABT THIS GC I'M IN ON TWITTER CALLED PIMPLEPUSSY ESTATE SO IF UR NOT IN THE. HAT THIS IS GONNA BE A WHOLE LOAD OF CONFUSING SHIT))

((if u are in the chat, im sorry this is still gonna be a load of shit))

When you woke up one morning, you were alarmed to find an aging man with bright blue hair in a butler's outfit standing in your kitchen. As soon as he heard your footsteps, he turned around to greet you, "WHAT IS UP MY STANKY STEW-"

"What the hell are you doing in my house?!" You exclaimed, running to get something to hit him with.

"Woah hey, sorry, I was sent to get you." The butler held out a handwritten note in the most illegible cursive you'd ever seen.

"I... can't read cursive."

"Oh sorry, I think Mel wrote that." He grumbled, taking the paper back. "Anyway, you've been invited to my employers' home. Your things are in the helicopter already."

"I've got shit to do, I can't just leave!"

"Y/N, you have absolutely no social life. Please, come with me."

The old man was right, and you reluctantly followed him to your backyard, where there was, in fact, a sleek black helicopter waiting. You looked at the blue-haired man with confusion, but he just gestured for you to get in. Sitting behind the yoke was another old man, this time with a pink snap back on backwards.

"YOOOOOOGCHAN IS IN THE HIZOUSE-" The pilot (?) yelled, and his co-pilot smacked his arm.

"We're in a helicopter, G. Now get flying." Yet another old man grumbled, his long emo hair having a single blonde streak in it.

"So... what are your names?" You tried to make small talk, but the only man who replied in a sensible fashion was the emo guy.

"I'm Brian, that's G flying, and Ethan's the one that broke into your house." Brian explained as the helicopter descended in front of a large, gleaming black marble mansion.

It was so elegant, you tried to imagine what sort of high-class people lived here. Ethan got out of the helicopter to offer you a hand down. He was very weak, being an old man and everything, thus you face-planted in the grass. After you had gotten yourself back up, the three men led you to the front gates, where you stopped to take in all the majesty.

"Welcome, to PIMPLEPUSSY ESTATE!" Brian announced dramatically, and you turned to him, shocked, confused, and disgusted.

"Pardon?"

"Pimple-" said Brian.

"Pussy-" said Ethan.

"Estate." G finished.

"You've got to be kidding me." You deadpanned as you were pushed through the front door.

What met you was quite the sight.

Eight girls were sitting in front of a TV that engulfed the entire wall, all arguing over the controller. "Y/N is here." Brian announced before the three men that had fetched you departed from the room towards a different wing of the house.

"Welcome!" One girl jumped up, brown hair fading out to a light green as she smiled brightly.

Another member suddenly snatched the remote out of her hand, and the fighting started again. "Kelsie, give it back!" The green-haired girl whined as someone, who appeared to be the most mature out of the group approached you with a kind smile.

"Hi, I'm Carter. Certified Mom Friend of all these people." She shook your hand as another voice yelled from the couch.

"I'm a mom friend too, Cartridge!" A short-haired girl cried from the couch, trying to separate Kelsie and the other girl.

"Sorry, Abby." Carter called back to her friend, then turned back to you. "That's Abby, most of them call her Mom Abby. I'm either Cartridge or Cartilage."

Another girl then exclaimed, "Kiah's killing me with cute pictures of Ethan, someone arrest her!"

"That's Samantha, and the other is Kiah."

"Oh you love it, Sam." The girl identified as Kiah scoffed at her friend, shoving the phone in her face more.

The green-haired girl was done fighting with Kelsie over the remote as she went over to a girl slumped over a desk. "The green one is Mel-"

She was interrupted by Mel screaming, "Moms! Gryphon's doing Pixie Stix again!"

Carter gave you an apologetic look, walking over to her friends, along with Abby. "Leeah, give me the Pixie Stix."

"No! I can stop whenever I want!" The girl named Leeah/Gryphon hissed.

"YOU'RE TEARING THIS FAMILY APART!" Mel continued to yell, and you looked around, wondering if you should just leave.

Carter waved another friend of hers over, this time they had short, purple hair. "Kira, would you mind finding a seat for Y/N on the couch?"

"No problem, Mom." Kira smiled, then turned to you with a click of their tongue. "Welcome to the PimplePussy Estate! I'm the owner, Kira!"

"Kira, you're like, 12, you do not own this house." Carter scoffed, trying to wrench a giant Pixie Stix out of Leeah's hand.

"So?" They cried out indignantly, nudging Sam to move.

"Welcome to the Estate." Sam begrudgingly scooted over so you could sit down on the couch.

Back at the TV, it appeared that a show was finally chosen, but when you looked up, it was a YouTube video??? There were three men sitting on a couch, a brunette man with curly hair on the left, a man with bright red hair in the middle, and a blue-haired boy on the right. Behind them was a TV screen projecting the image of a flickering fireplace.

"Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier!" The red haired man waved to the camera, and a stampede of footsteps met your ears.

Horrified, you turned to see three elderly, yet still somewhat agile, men running down the stairs. In fact, it looked like the same guys in the video, but old???

"HELLO EVERYBODY, MY NAME IS MARKIFART!!!" The brunette man yelled, as Ethan, still in the same butler outfit from before screamed out too.

"WHAT IS UP MY CRINKLEGRUMPZ-"

"#SMILEALWAYS!" The last man yelled as well, and Carter sheepishly herded them away as the pilot G burst in, yelling gibberish as well.

"So sorry," Carter shook her head sheepishly, attempting to corral all the old men back upstairs. "They've got Meme Madness."

You nodded, unsure exactly what that was, but you could tell the men had gone senile over the years. Not like they were very sane in this 'Whisper Challenge' video that was playing.

"My beautiful baby boy." Mel whispered, sitting criss-cross applesauce in front of the couch, stroking the screen on the blue boy's side.

"Mel, move your green hair!" Someone yelled, and Mel whipped around.

"It was teal!" She said indignantly, then seemed to spot something over your shoulder, immediately lighting up. "Katie!"

Everyone turned to see a girl walking down the steps, chewing on a granola bar. She was probably Katie. "What even is this?"