(( Eilrachi ))

Mark sighed, leaning back in his chair. It had been a long day of recording and he was totally exhausted. Not to mention, his vocal cords were strained again.

Walking out of the recording room, Mark decided to go get some food.

Swinging open the door of his fridge he saw...

...

nothing.

It was completely empty.

Groaning, he decided to brave the harsh cold realm of reality and go outside.  He pulled on his hoodie to hide that fabulous red hair, and stepped out into the unknown.

The supermarket was cold and unwelcoming. All those uninviting tins and white tiles and trolleys. Mark walked down the aisles, trying to find something worthy of the Markimoo. After exploring all the canned food (honestly, only goats could eat those cans), the dog food (tempting, but no) and the bakery, (I Am Bread had ruined cake for him), he stopped at the most desperate part of the entire store.

Fresh Produce.

Mark nodded slightly. Yes, only this abhorrent 'healthy' food would be good enough for the King of Five Nights at Freddy's.

He began to walk towards the meagre stand of mixed vegetables, scouring the one table for something that would satisfy his hunger.

But no.

Wait.

What was that? Sitting there.

Ohh, those curves. That attractive colour. Mark found his mouth watering. What was this creature? Slowly, he began to walk towards it. He admired it from afar, then from close up.

He reached out a hand, and stroked it seductively. There was no reply from the bendy fruit stick.

Mark grinned. Playing hard to get, are we?

Slowly, he picked up the yellow mush fruit and cradled it in his arms. Yes. This was the partner that Markiplier truly deserved.

He carefully walked out of the store. He was almost free when somebody screamed, "That man is stealing a banana!"

Mark looked around for this 'banana' thief, when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the security running after him. No. No! They would not take his love from him!

Mark floofed his hair for power, and ran. He and this 'banana' fled from the police. He ran until he could run no longer. Then he hired a cab for the last ten metres until his home.

When at home, he placed the banana on the table. "Why didn't you tell me you were a criminal!?"

The banana stayed silent, filled with shame.

"You almost had me arrested!" Mark shouted at the banana.

The banana did not reply.

"Stop looking at me like that," Mark rolled his eyes.

The banana continued to give Mark that apologetic look with its non-existent puppy-dog eyes.

Mark stared at the banana.

The banana stared back.

Mark paused for a moment, feeling his anger slowly drain out of him. Yes, he almost got arrested, but it was worth it, for this.

The banana blushed slightly.

Mark suddenly felt a new feeling. Something he'd never felt before. He quickly swooped forward, scooping up the banana. He could almost hear its voice in his ear.

Unpeel me, Mark.

Mark grinned.

Never had an offer been so appealing.

((BANANA PUNS NO I'M DEAD THE END THIS WAS A DARE BUT YEH ))