Uber Fan Girl
"And I'll see you, in the next video! Buh-bye!" Mark waved goofily at the camera before he stopped recording. He sighed satisfied with his work for the day. He looked at the time in the bottom corner of is monitor and raised his eyebrows in surprise. 3 am. He stretched and spun his computer chair around. Editing could wait till tomorrow, or technically later. He took off his headphones and shuffled to bed letting himself flop carelessly down onto it. He let out another sigh, this time of content. He wasn't wearing any pants so he could just let himself drift off into sleep without having to worry about a thi-
Mark jumped nearly out of his bed at the sound from his phone. The screen was lit up as it sat on the headboard. He grumbled and grabbed it adjusting his crooked glasses to get a better look at the screen. He groaned seeing a new e-mail had been sent to him. Of course Mark had nothing against the people who sent him e-mails, especially his fans. They were usually so caring and encouraging and just great to read through. But...lately there had been this one rather...enthusiastic fan who had been bombarding him with e-mails and tweets and Facebook messages and any other way she could get in contact with him. She was beyond fan girl. She was uber fan girl mixed with over attached girlfriend.
Mark had already thanked her many times for her suggestions and fan art and everything else she had sent him. He had also tried his best to be as polite as possible in tell her that she needed to calm down and even back off just a touch. She just was not getting it. Normally Mark would have just muted his phone notifications and just rolled over and gone to sleep. But he couldn't keep doing this, it had gotten to the point where a lot of his other fans had become intimidated by her. He opened his phone and replied to the e-mail.
Brittany, please don't take this the wrong way but you can't keep doing this. This isn't healthy.
Mark hit send and waited, it did not take long. It was actually pretty scary how fast she replied. It really did concern him how little sleep this girl seemed to get. He opened the reply and read it.
What do you mean, Markibaby?
Mark cringed, he did not mind nicknames. Hell, he had come up with quite a few ridiculous ones in his career thus far, but 'Markibaby' just made him uncomfortable. It did not help that Brittany was only fifteen.
Seriously, you need to stop this. You're always sending me things, which is cool every once in a while but all this has gotten way out of hand. Just please stop.
He knew it would not be that easy, but he could try. He really was trying to be as gentle as possible in letting her done.
Don't be upset with me, honey bunny.
Dear god, he was trying to be patient and even understanding. But he did not have a long enough fuse to deal with this.
I'm serious. Stop. Now. I'll block you and report you for harassing me and my fans.
The reply that came next was the quickest one yet.
No, don't do that! Please, boo boo. They're just jealous of our love!
Too late, Mark had had enough of this. He knew she would not stop doing this, it would just start all over again in the morning or later in the day. She had caused enough trouble. He went through his social media accounts and started blocking her. Then he reported her. All he had to do now was mark her e-mail for spam. He went back to his e-mail and paused, she had sent another reply. He hesitated but opened it. This one was different. There was also a video attached. He knew she was pissed, he could tell just by the thumbnail. Again his hesitated, what if it was a virus. He decided to open it anyway.
As soon as the video started playing Mark heard Brittany yelling. "How could you! I did nothing wrong! I love you, Markipie! You can't...you can't do this! You-You stabbed me in the back!" Mark cringed at her shrieking and moved his thumb to stop the video from playing. "You leave me no choice! I'll curse you!" Wait, what? Seriously? She was trying to curse him? Obviously she was not shouting profanities so she must mean like...magic cursing. Mark actually chuckled and rubbed his forehead. This was unbelievable. He looked at the screen and watched the blonde girl close her eyes. She almost seemed to be meditating or something. That was weird. She must be more bizarre and unstable than he thought. He was almost startled by her suddenly saying something again. But he could not understand a word of what she said. He turned the volume up and listened. She was saying something in some kind of...gibberish or made up language. Was she for real? This went on for maybe a minute or two before she suddenly stopped and opened her pale green eyes. Mark stared as he saw one of the creepiest grins spread across Brittany's face. That's where the video ended.
Well...that was disconcerning. Mark shifted in bed almost feeling physically uncomfortable after that. He tried to laugh it off, "W-What, am I gonna turn into a toad now?" He almost did not want any kind of response to that. He set his phone back down and settled back into bed. He mentally scolded himself for being such a big bubble blowin' baby. He should not be scared of a little blonde girl. He rested his head on his pillow and let his eyes close. Within seconds he was asleep. Around six though he was woken up by one of the weirdest dreams he had ever had. And Brittany was in it. That could not be a good sign. He did not want to admit it to himself, but that girl had actually creeped him out. He creased his eyebrows and frowned rolling over. He definitely needed more than three hours of sleep to do anything. But falling back asleep was not as easy as it had been before.