Hero (A Markiplier Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

We were sitting in his office taking turns on playing Amnesia, when my head started to ache again. I instinctively grasped it, and he automatically noticed.

"Are you okay, Amy?"

"Uh.. Uh yeah."

He pulled away from the computer to give me his undevided attention. "Are you sure? It looks painful."

"I'm fine. Really."

"Okay." He pushed my matted up hair aside, and smiled ear to ear. "Do you need to clean up?"

I didn't have anything of mine here. How could I? "I'm fine."

"No, I insist. Go clean up. That can't be comfortable."

"I'm fine really..."

He smirked, somehow knowing the reason behind my hesitation. "I can let you borrow some of my clothes. I don't mind. They may be a little big, but..."

"Ummm."

"Please Amy. You don't have to be uncomfortable around me."

"Why are you being so comfortable around me?"

He laughed. "Just trying to help."

I nodded. "Okay..."

He stood up, and motioned for me to follow. "I'll show you to the shower, or do you prefer bathing?"

My face turned bright red. "Um either's fine."

He looked at me. "I think standing on a slippery floor isn't too trustable right now." He began to laugh. "Keep blushing like that, and I'll have to call you Red Faced."

"Sounds catchy Markimoo!" My hand immediately clasped over my mouth. Shit! What have you done?

"That's cute!" He opened the door to his bathroom and motioned for me to come inside. "My robe is right there on the hook. I'll lay out some clothes in my room upstairs. You're welcome to use that to umm cover yourself."

"Thanks..."

"Just yell if you need me, kay?"

"And why would I need you?"

He laughed, and walked out, shutting the door behind him.

I undressed myself as I ran the bathwater. Thoughts swarmed my head on why I was here. None of this would have happened if he didn't hit me. Why did I have to run off like that? Why am I now a nusience on Mark... He must hope that I'm well enough to go home soon.

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I released the water and dried off, covering myself with his robe. I slowly opened the door and crept out through his huge appartment. I came through the living room to see a note on his coffee table.

Recording Drunk Minecraft. I've layed everything out for you upstairs. After I get done recording, I'll be back out. I've written something for you, just in case I get too drunk to say it myself. Don't go looking for it, cause it's in my flannel pocket. Can't fight the warfstash. ~Mark

I smiled to myself as I walked upstairs to see a pair of shorts and his blue t-shirt laying on the bed. I put on the clothes and looked at myself in the mirror, just speechless. I was in the Markiplier's house, wearing the Markiplier's clothes, all without going to get stalker charges. It's every fangirl's dream!

I walked back downstairs and watched TV on his couch, texting my mom on my phone. She knew that I didn't go home with Trent, and she was freaking out.

I called her up, because she wasn't believing my texts.

"Mom?"

"Amelia! Where the hell are you?"

"Mom, I told you I was fine."

"He said you just flat up and disappeared."

"I didn't."

"Then where are you?"

"I'm with a friend."

"Who?"

"His name is Mark...."

"Oh, so a boy!"

"Mom!"

"Why on god's green earth would you abandon Trent for some boy!"

"Because..." I cut myself off. Was I really supposed to tell her what happened... No... "Because Trent vanished on me, and I thought he went home."

Mark came out of the room stumbling a bit. "Hey! I'll call you back!" I said hurridly, and I immediately hung up. "Hey..." I pushed my wet hair behind my ear as he sat down beside me.

"How are you feeling?" He leaned back, and put his arm behind me on the couch back. "Any better?"

I looked at his face, and he looked flushed out. His cheeks were a bright red. "Mark?"

"Yea?"

"Are you okay?" I said, motioning to my face. He looked confused at first, but then knew exactly what I meant.

"Oh. My face. Yeah. I'm sort of... you could say allergic... to alcohol. I can't handle it very well."

"Then why do you drink it?"

"I don't much, actually..." He looked down and then laughed. "It tastes good, and I'm entertaining when tipsy. Taking medicine is a small price to pay for it."

"So it's not a deadly allergy?"

"No. No way."

"Oh. Okay then."

He leaned in a little closer. "I'm not as drunk as I thought I'd be..." I smelled the alcohol on his breath, and I was nervous. He lifted his hand to touch my face, and I flinched. "What's wrong..."

"Nothing..." I shyed off, slightly shaken.

"I won't hit you." He brushed the bruise that was on my cheek. "I would never hurt you."

"Thanks." I lifted my hand up to my face as well, resting it on top of his. "Now what did you want to ask me?"

"Like I said, I want to get to know you better. I know you probably don't want to stay here too long, but I thought maybe we could havedinner sometime. Text some. Just friends at first if you want."

"Sure. Sounds fun. Friends..."

"Yeah." He handed me the piece of paper out of his flannel and smiled. "This is my number for when you decide you're ready to go home, but you're welcome to stay as long as you like. I don't mind."

He was being really nice... I wonder why... I smiled at him, taking the paper. "Thanks Mark..."

"Don't mention it."