#people I edited the post since there was a mistake in the blush of Bob

[ratguy-nico]

BoblinWeek Day 4: Admire / Favorite

My second drawing for the @boblinweek and this is a drawing totally rob from @t4tboblin but it was just too funny I had to draw it XP

The post:

This was gonna be a totally different drawing but I said "Fuck it" "I wanna do something different"

So yeah is a much simple style I said is more meme, but I wanted to try it and I did

Hope you like it though

Here without text:

[aizawa-yamada-shinsou]

What do you mean real?

Summary- Ethan really thought the craziest thing he’d ever experience was having his idol turned friend invite him to move cross country for YouTube. Unfortunately that was only the tip of the iceberg.

@pleaseletthisjimbetaken You did say you’d like to see if I posted anything so I hope it’s not too bad. 

edit- Decided it was too long and added this in. Also why do I always find mistakes after I post?

part 2

Ethan tossed his set of keys on the kitchen counter as he entered Mark’s house. He listened to the house only to find it silent, which was odd since Mark and Chica were suppose to be home. Right as he was going to call out for the older man, a yellow and pink form appeared in the doorway. He raised an eyebrow before shrugging.

“We doing an ego video today then?” Mark grinned behind his pink mustache, lips spread so far it must be painful.

“Not sure yet, blueberry,” The slurred drawl made Ethan snort, “Still working out some of the… Details,” Ethan smiled back before turning towards the fridge.

“Okay cool,” He said, rummaging through the fridge for last night leftover chinese food, “We can go over ideas if you want, just let me heat some of this up. Tyler texted a bit ago saying he was leaving his doctor’s appointment so he should be here-” He stopped talking as he heard the back door open. Weird no one else was supposed to be here…

“Who's an adorable baby girl~” Ethan’s blood ran cold as he heard Mark coo at Chica from down the hall, “You are, oh yes you are Chica-bica.” Ethan’s eyes were locked with the man across the island from him.

“Yo Ethan, you here yet?” He heard Mark call out, “I wanted to run some of these ideas past you before Tyler gets here,”

“We’re in the Kitchen Mr. Mark-le-plier!” Wilford called. Ethan heard Mark swear and feet pounding on the floor before he saw him appear in the doorway from the corner of his eye. Chica shot past him towards the brightly dressed man who fell to the floor with an excited squeal.

“Oh, Miss. Chica, you’re looking lovely as always,” was laughed out as Chica licked his face. It wasn’t until a large hand gripped Ethan’s forearm did he look away from the man on the floor up to an almost identical looking face. Mark placed himself between the laughing man and Ethan before turning back to the blue-haired man.

“Are you okay?” Mark asked glancing over his pale friend, “He didn’t hurt you did he?”

“Please tell me this is some weird dream,” Mark let out a hollow laugh.

“I wish,”

“Secret twin brother?” Mark raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry, have you met my family? There’s no way I could hide a twin,”

“I’m in some weird ass coma dream?” Mark sputtered at that last one, eyes wide not knowing what to say for a couple of seconds before he threw up his hands.

“Why the hell would you be in a coma?!” He screeched indignantly as the… being behind him laughed.

“I don’t know,” Ethan replied back at equal volume, “Maybe I accidentally forgot to ask in a new place used peanut oil or some shit!” Mark paled as Wilford fell silent, Ethan hardly noticed until a flash of pink light appeared behind and a hand squeezed his shoulder. He whipped around coming face to face with a stoic-looking Wilford, a heavy scent of candy apples hitting the blue-haired man full force. The look on his face was enough to send a shiver down Ethan’s spine, even without him thinking about how only a second before Wilford had been across the room.

“Now, Now Ethan, my boy,” His voice was slow as if talking to a child, “ Markaham doesn’t like to think about friends playing that kind of jokes on him,”

“What kind of jokes?” Ethan couldn’t help but ask, mind trying in vain to restart.

“Pretending to be dead and leaving him, of course!” Wilford said. Ethan opened his mouth to ask what he’s talking about when Mark broke in.

“We’ve been over this Wilford. When people die in this plane, they stay dead,” Wilford frowned.

“That’s not very fun!”

“It’s not suppose to be!”

“Well, I guess those jokes aren’t much fun in the first place,”

“Not everything is a joke Wil!” Ethan squeaked, stumbling out from between the two snapping men. Mark stopped, throwing a glare at Wilford before he turned back to the younger man.

“How about we move this to the living room?” Ethan felt his head nod as Mark ushered him onto the coach. Wilford followed rocking back and forth on his heels across the room. Mark sighed, wincing a bit before leaning against the arm of the couch. He gestured at the pink haired man.

“Ethan met my oldest ego. Wilford Warfstache, manic reporter, possible psychopath, and an all-around pain in my ass,” Wilford swept into a deep and dramatic bow.

“A pleasure to finally meet you in the flesh, Blueberry,” Wilford proclaimed, smile wider then looked possible. Ethan's eyes flicked between the two men letting the silence over take the room.

“This,” He finally broke the uncomfortable silence after several long minutes, eyes settling on Mark’s serious face, “This is actually real. HE’s real?!” Wilford laughed heartily.

“He got it together quicker than most,” Ethan stiffened as the… ego gestured wildly with his gun. That thing was plastic, right? It had been when he had messed with it at the office last week, but no he wasn’t so sure. Mark simply rolled his eyes at the man he had just described as a maniac waving a gun around.

“Shut up Wil. We were going introduce him to you guys soon,” Wilford pouted crossing his arms.

“It’s been a month!” He whined, “I’m not the only one getting bored you know,”

“It has not, it’s hardly been three weeks!” Ethan broke in, not able to hold his tongue any longer.

“How the actual FUCK!” Mark chuckled slightly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Long story,” He said, “The basics are Wil here is a figment of me brought to life by the fans and their belief in him-”

“The official term is Tulpa,” Wilford said, breaking in a proud smile on his face, “A being brought to life by a mental power. Oh, you should have seen Mark’s face the first time I made an appearance! He thought he was going crazy for over a month before I decided to appear when he was with Wade and Bobert, they all had a conniption!” Mark growled, glaring at the other man.

“Yes, because having a psycho with my exact face pop out of fucking nowhere is totally normal,”

“It is to you,”

“Well, it is now! You don’t leave me the hell alone!” Ethan couldn’t help, but feel slightly amused as the pair started squabbling, Mark’s voice slipping into an exasperated fondness as Wilford’s smile faded from manic to content.

“This isn’t what I expected to come back to,” The pair stopped mid-sentence, eyes flashing over to the door, not moving back from each other's faces. Ethan glanced up to see Tyler standing in the entryway, arms crossed over his chest.

“Ah, the man of unusual size has returned!” Wilford greeted, wiggling his fingers at him.

“Wilford, let me guess, you decided to ignore Mark’s order to let us break this to Ethan gently because you were bored?”

“Got it in one, Chap!”

“And you two,” He continued, “Got distracted by your lover’s quarrel to actually explain what’s happening?” Ethan let out a startled laugh at the sputtering pair that sprung apart, disgust growing on both their faces.

“Gross, Tyler!” Mark whined, nose wrinkled, “He’s literally me... if I was a pink obsessed serial killer,”

“Hey now,” Wilford said, “I’ve never killed any cereal,”

“Enough,” Tyler’s voice cut over the impending argument, “Ethan needs an explanation,”

“They told me some stuff, like him being here because the fans want him to be real and stuff, and how he made Mark think he was going crazy before freaking out Bob and Wade,” Tyler snorted.

“Better than my introduction to them. I almost got stabbed when I met Mark’s superpowered imaginary friends,” Ethan’s eyes widen.

“Them? Friends? As in plural? Are all the fucking egos alive?” Ethan ranked his brain trying to make a list of all the characters Mark created over the years, but there were too many. Mark cut back in.

“Only the most well known and loved ones,” A pink cloud appeared on Ethan’s lap fading to reveal a grinning Wilford, the smell of candy apples renewing. He seems to ignore the fact that Ethan looks ready to bolt as he continued.

“Oh yes, it’s me, my partner in crime Bimbo, the good old Doctor, Mr. Roboto, Hosty bosty, The rodent monarch, The sexy scary school girl and of course, Darkipoo,” Ethan’s minds whirls trying to figure out which characters Wilford is talking about. His mouth works quicker than his mind as a question slipped out.

“Why the fuck does it smell like a carnival threw up?” Wilford looked sat up scandalized as Mark double over, clutching his gut as he laughed, Tyler giggling helplessly next to them. Wilford huffs as he leaves Ethan’s lap, mumbling to himself as he paces the room.

“Of all the things for you to be worried about at this given moment” Mark finally gasps out, “You're asking about how his pink cloud smells like fair food?” Ethan blushed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Excuse me for trying to ignore the fact that half the egos he listed off are killers... I think at least? I mean you implied stuff in the videos, but didn't always come out and say they were serial killers,"

"Nah," Tyler laughed, "I'm pretty sure at least half of them would kill people if given the chance,"

"I made it so they don't" Mark piped in raising his hands in defense, " They just have to work out their murderous desires in other ways,"

“That’s very reassuring,” Mark shrugged helplessly, a weariness settling on his face.

“You learn to live with what you can get when your psyche literally shatters into a million pieces and becomes new personas any time you want to make a joke,” Ethan winced, only for Mark to wave it off.

“Oh don’t get so put off, I’ve made my peace with whatever curse is placed on YouTube that makes egos come life,” Before Ethan could respond, the front door banged open, and a mechanical whirl was heard walking towards them.

“Oh looks like my escort has finally arrived,” Wilford said, waving his fingers slightly as another Mark look-alike appeared in the doorway. With his shaggy hair, simple blue shirt and glow G shining on his chest it was easy for Ethan to conjure his name up.

“Hey Google,” Tyler greeted, as Mark just sighed as Google tilted his head.

“Gr-Greetings Tyler,” His voice skipped slightly over the words.

“Let me guess,” Mark started, “Wil left right before a meeting and Dark is throwing a fit?” The android nodded, advancing on the pinkette.

“Dark is-is not impr-pressed with Wilford’s disappear-ance,” he explained, “I have been sent to retrieve-retrieve him,” Wilford pouts.

“Alllllllright,” He sighs, “I just need to do one more thing before we leave,” Google’s eye seems to twitch before he nods.

“Hurry u-up then,” Wilford smirks before diving onto the couch, wrapping his arms around Ethan’s waist, placing his knife against his neck.

“Isn’t my new friend adorable googs~” He sings, the others freezing around him. Google’s blue eyes flashed over the scene.

“I was under the impre-resssion you wished-wished not to tell Eth-Ethan of our ex-ex-existence yet,” Google said blandly, ignoring Ethan’s pleading eyes. Mark refused to tear his eyes off of the pair, but replied.

“I didn’t Wil had other ideas though,” Tyler made a move forward only for Wilford to tighten the knife more.

“Ah Ah,” He laughs at Tyler, “No need to be hasty-” Ethan rammed his head back against Wilford’s nose, twisting from his grip, grabbing the knife from his hands as he sprang up from the couch. Without a second thought, he ran behind the others, pinning himself to the wall behind them. Mark and Tyler simply stared at the small boy, back to Wilford that was clutching his nose in pain.

“Is-Is your t-t-test complete yet?” They all turned to google who had his arms crossed across his chest. Wilford pulled his hands away from his face, smiling widely despite the blood dripping down his face.

“Yup, Yup!” He skipped over to Google, snapping his fingers. Ethan yelped as the knife in his hand vanished and reappeared in the pink psycho’s.

“What the fuck Wilford?!” Mark demanded. Google raised an eyebrow at him.

“It’s tra-tradition to see if the introduc-tions in-to the Office include a death threat,” He said, “We thought you-you were aw-aware of this. It’s to in-sure they can handle the more-ore unstable sides of the egos. If not then-then the saner of the egos-Egos work to pro-protect th-em until they-they learn to defend them-selves.” Ethan's eyes widen, before glancing at the stunned men in front of him.

“You handled yourself nicely, we shouldn’t have to worry about you too much tomorrow,” Wilford said, “Tootles~” In a flash of pink the egos vanished, leaving the three men alone. Mark removed his glasses, rubbing his face with a groan.

"We're taking a day off today," He said, collapsing on the recliner, " We're gonna need all our energy for when they demand all us at the Office tomorrow," "I'll text Kat," Tyler said, "I'm sure she'll bring some Indian food,"

"Amy will probably grab ice cream when I tell her why we're having a light work day today," Mark mumbled pulling his phone out. Ethan nodded silently taking a deep breath before walking out of the room.

"Where you going?" Tyler called after him. He glanced back as he climbed the stairs.

"Borrowing Mark’s laptop" He said, "If we're not recording today I should get some editing done,"

"Yeah, no," He heard Mark call before the man seemingly appeared behind him, swinging him onto his shoulder and started to carry him back down the stairs. Ethan yelped in shock, pounding on Mark's back lightly.

"What the hell dude! Put me down," He complained.

"Not happening," He laughed, tossing him on the couch.

"You are on strict relax mode today," Tyler said, as Mark went over the tv and started fiddling with one of the game systems.

"I'm fine and we have to do something," He whined, trying to get up.

"Kathryn and I will do some editing and post a video or two for both of our channels. You're giving your brain a rest from the mind fucking it just experienced," Mark commented, shoving him back down, before handing him a Wii controller. A quick glance at the screen revealed Mario Kart 8 was cued up and ready to go. He sighed settling back.

“You guys aren’t giving me a choice are you?” Mark laughed ruffling his hair.

“We’ll let you pick what cup were competing for,” Ethan’s lips quirked up against his will as he entered Grand Prix mode. He slowly relaxed as his friends plopped down next to him, the fears of tomorrow being drowned out by colorful graphics and playful shoving.

Yeah posting this might be a mistake but whatever. I’m only doing this cause I’m procrastinating studying for finals because Trig is going to kill me