Crankiplier oneshots (smut)

Future vision

Mark is walking Chica and Henry at the park as he usually does on a Tuesday morning. It was a normal day, nothing out of the blue until an old lady bumps into him. She drops a bag she was holding. Once it lands, numerous crystals and precious stones scatter across the path.

He apologises and helps her pick up the things she dropped. Miraculously, an alluring deep red looking crystal catches his eye. He goes to touch it, only to get a short and abrupt vision that disappears as soon as it comes. "What was that?" His mind dwells on what he saw.

It was Ethan. His face was twisted, looking overwhelming satisfied. He'd never actually seen Ethan make that face, but now he felt like he needed to.

"It's called Opportunity. It's from Mars. It gifts those who come into contact with it temporary future vision."

"Can I have it."

"I don't think you understand, dear. It's rarer than earths most precious gems. It's from another planet."

"I don't care. I'll pay you whatever you did for it." After the old lady doesn't budge, Mark adds, "plus 10% of what you paid."

"I'm not sure." She laughs an odd laugh. She takes to stone from his hands, only to blank out for a second. It was like the car was running, but no one was behind the wheel. The lights were on, but no one home.

She soon returned to herself, looking at Marks sullen face, and then at the crystal. She took a breath as if to start speaking, but steeled herself temporarily. "15% and you've got yourself a deal."

Mark nodded. He didn't know why he believed this lady so quickly and why he wrote a check for $750'000 for a crystal he doesn't believe in, but he did. That's enough to buy a house flat out. Hell, even a few.

"Wait!" Mark quickly turned back to the lady who was now a fair distance from him, miraculously. She was quite old and not even a fit person could've done that. She turned and looked at him curiously as he started to close the gap between them. "Why is it called Opportunity?"

"Because we are often scared of taking big jumps of faith. That stone shows you what exact opportunity awaits you, should you make that leap. It's easier to jump once you know what opportunity awaits you." She smiled warmly before turning to walk away.

Mark couldn't help but sit there, stunned in a way. Did he want this? He was in love with his best friend, what if he saw Ethan disgusted with him? What if he saw a short and intense romance that was cut short by Ethans untimely death? Or if he saw his whole career shatter?

He hurried home and sat at his table, just staring at the stone in his hands. It was a rich red, tumbled and smooth. He started to wonder why it wasn't showing him anything like it did earlier. He felt the urge the throw the stone away.

Suddenly, his mind left him. He saw himself throw the stone into his yard, to be forgotten. Ethan came over to film a video and as Mark looked at his best friend, he found himself reaching into his pocket for the stone. His hand came out empty and he felt distress wash over him. Mark looked back up at Ethan. He looked curious, but also let down as his hazel eyes drifted from Marks to the counter, sighing in what seemed to be sadness.

He then saw another scene, Ethan laughing with him. Mark reached into his pocket, feeling the stone, he could see himself blank with what must have been a vision, and then kissed Ethan. They pulled away briefly, before locking lips again and kissing passionately. Mark could feel his body blush, but still lived in this imaginary world.

He then saw another scene. Instead of saying nothing, or kissing Ethan, Mark said something and they both laughed. They both seemed happy and content, the scene moving quickly to show them watching a movie. It cut off, but not before Mark could see himself look at Ethan, and then reach into his pocket, and see his mind depart.